Craig E Scutt
@celliott1970.bsky.social
in triplicate, if known. what roams behind my orbital bones.
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Pinned
And I, a forest of dark need.
To me
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
November 8, 2025 at 8:13 PM
To me
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
It’s been a great therapy
Writing clandestine love letters
To you.
The intention
Has always been
One day, you’ll read,
As they pass from my hand
To you.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
A girl
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
October 30, 2025 at 3:37 AM
A girl
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
who's a fire starter
and a boy
who loves flames.
There’s not really
Such a thing
As a non starter
Or red flag
From where I stand.
Just a question
Of how hard
And how fast
To put the brakes on
To take things
Well in hand.
Such a thing
As a non starter
Or red flag
From where I stand.
Just a question
Of how hard
And how fast
To put the brakes on
To take things
Well in hand.
November 5, 2025 at 10:39 AM
There’s not really
Such a thing
As a non starter
Or red flag
From where I stand.
Just a question
Of how hard
And how fast
To put the brakes on
To take things
Well in hand.
Such a thing
As a non starter
Or red flag
From where I stand.
Just a question
Of how hard
And how fast
To put the brakes on
To take things
Well in hand.
It occurs to me
I might not have it left
In me any longer
To carry on
Burning this torch, in your name.
Maybe, at last
It’s time to
Turn the other cheek
To look the other way
Since it seems
A ling time gone
That you’d done just the same.
I might not have it left
In me any longer
To carry on
Burning this torch, in your name.
Maybe, at last
It’s time to
Turn the other cheek
To look the other way
Since it seems
A ling time gone
That you’d done just the same.
November 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
It occurs to me
I might not have it left
In me any longer
To carry on
Burning this torch, in your name.
Maybe, at last
It’s time to
Turn the other cheek
To look the other way
Since it seems
A ling time gone
That you’d done just the same.
I might not have it left
In me any longer
To carry on
Burning this torch, in your name.
Maybe, at last
It’s time to
Turn the other cheek
To look the other way
Since it seems
A ling time gone
That you’d done just the same.
You were here
Not so
Long ago
Your scent
Still lingers
In the air
It’s how I know
My mind
Keeps going back
To its cruel reminiscing
There could be
A different
Outcome for us
If we’d both stopped
All the overthinking
Yet now we’ll
Never know;
Years of silence, all to show.
Not so
Long ago
Your scent
Still lingers
In the air
It’s how I know
My mind
Keeps going back
To its cruel reminiscing
There could be
A different
Outcome for us
If we’d both stopped
All the overthinking
Yet now we’ll
Never know;
Years of silence, all to show.
November 4, 2025 at 9:29 PM
You were here
Not so
Long ago
Your scent
Still lingers
In the air
It’s how I know
My mind
Keeps going back
To its cruel reminiscing
There could be
A different
Outcome for us
If we’d both stopped
All the overthinking
Yet now we’ll
Never know;
Years of silence, all to show.
Not so
Long ago
Your scent
Still lingers
In the air
It’s how I know
My mind
Keeps going back
To its cruel reminiscing
There could be
A different
Outcome for us
If we’d both stopped
All the overthinking
Yet now we’ll
Never know;
Years of silence, all to show.
Her eyes smouldered
With a hunger
That rivaled
The fever coarsing
Through his every vein.
With a hunger
That rivaled
The fever coarsing
Through his every vein.
November 4, 2025 at 1:36 AM
Her eyes smouldered
With a hunger
That rivaled
The fever coarsing
Through his every vein.
With a hunger
That rivaled
The fever coarsing
Through his every vein.
Terms and conditions may apply;
A certain kind of alchemy, occurring between two in plain sight.
A certain kind of alchemy, occurring between two in plain sight.
October 29, 2025 at 10:30 AM
Terms and conditions may apply;
A certain kind of alchemy, occurring between two in plain sight.
A certain kind of alchemy, occurring between two in plain sight.
I can feel you
Running those
Cold hands
Finger tips
Tracing
Every fold
And ridge
Of my mind.
I wonder
What your
Reaction
Might be
To the thoughts
And imaginings
You’re most
Certainly bound
To find.
Running those
Cold hands
Finger tips
Tracing
Every fold
And ridge
Of my mind.
I wonder
What your
Reaction
Might be
To the thoughts
And imaginings
You’re most
Certainly bound
To find.
October 28, 2025 at 11:21 PM
I can feel you
Running those
Cold hands
Finger tips
Tracing
Every fold
And ridge
Of my mind.
I wonder
What your
Reaction
Might be
To the thoughts
And imaginings
You’re most
Certainly bound
To find.
Running those
Cold hands
Finger tips
Tracing
Every fold
And ridge
Of my mind.
I wonder
What your
Reaction
Might be
To the thoughts
And imaginings
You’re most
Certainly bound
To find.
How I long to be
At the threshold
Of your door
At the right time
And you invite me in.
Compassion
And understanding
Fostering kinship
To begin.
An openness
And appreciation
Of commonalities
And differences too
Bringing something deeper
For me and for you.
At the threshold
Of your door
At the right time
And you invite me in.
Compassion
And understanding
Fostering kinship
To begin.
An openness
And appreciation
Of commonalities
And differences too
Bringing something deeper
For me and for you.
October 25, 2025 at 12:33 PM
How I long to be
At the threshold
Of your door
At the right time
And you invite me in.
Compassion
And understanding
Fostering kinship
To begin.
An openness
And appreciation
Of commonalities
And differences too
Bringing something deeper
For me and for you.
At the threshold
Of your door
At the right time
And you invite me in.
Compassion
And understanding
Fostering kinship
To begin.
An openness
And appreciation
Of commonalities
And differences too
Bringing something deeper
For me and for you.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
Snippets and crumbs do not feed a soul but crush it.
October 22, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Snippets and crumbs do not feed a soul but crush it.
It turns out
That it was
The grandest
Of lies told
That it’s never
Too late.
Because, you see
Sometimes
It just is.
That it was
The grandest
Of lies told
That it’s never
Too late.
Because, you see
Sometimes
It just is.
October 22, 2025 at 9:39 AM
It turns out
That it was
The grandest
Of lies told
That it’s never
Too late.
Because, you see
Sometimes
It just is.
That it was
The grandest
Of lies told
That it’s never
Too late.
Because, you see
Sometimes
It just is.
You see, your hands ought to be
Knotted in my hair
While I do those things you like.
Knotted in my hair
While I do those things you like.
October 19, 2025 at 11:42 PM
You see, your hands ought to be
Knotted in my hair
While I do those things you like.
Knotted in my hair
While I do those things you like.
She’s out there
On the forest floor
Looking feral
Showing raw
He was following
In blind hunger
Ready for the chase
Ready to eat.
On the forest floor
Looking feral
Showing raw
He was following
In blind hunger
Ready for the chase
Ready to eat.
October 19, 2025 at 2:07 AM
She’s out there
On the forest floor
Looking feral
Showing raw
He was following
In blind hunger
Ready for the chase
Ready to eat.
On the forest floor
Looking feral
Showing raw
He was following
In blind hunger
Ready for the chase
Ready to eat.
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
Connection counts
good chemistry too
or are they the same?
It felt that way with you.
Our love of Hockey
the silly little jokes
sarcasm our love language
& a spark that never broke.
#soulseedslove
good chemistry too
or are they the same?
It felt that way with you.
Our love of Hockey
the silly little jokes
sarcasm our love language
& a spark that never broke.
#soulseedslove
October 12, 2025 at 5:13 PM
Connection counts
good chemistry too
or are they the same?
It felt that way with you.
Our love of Hockey
the silly little jokes
sarcasm our love language
& a spark that never broke.
#soulseedslove
good chemistry too
or are they the same?
It felt that way with you.
Our love of Hockey
the silly little jokes
sarcasm our love language
& a spark that never broke.
#soulseedslove
Reposted by Craig E Scutt
October 16, 2025 at 7:23 PM
Remember the severance your silence serves, before you let loose the leash.
October 16, 2025 at 1:35 PM
Remember the severance your silence serves, before you let loose the leash.
Remembrance shrouded
In a fog of endearment
Has led to the inevitable
Consequence of one’s
Hearts own internment.
In a fog of endearment
Has led to the inevitable
Consequence of one’s
Hearts own internment.
October 15, 2025 at 9:04 AM
Remembrance shrouded
In a fog of endearment
Has led to the inevitable
Consequence of one’s
Hearts own internment.
In a fog of endearment
Has led to the inevitable
Consequence of one’s
Hearts own internment.
Falling into feeling
A lot less social
About social media.
A lot less social
About social media.
October 14, 2025 at 9:58 AM
Falling into feeling
A lot less social
About social media.
A lot less social
About social media.
There are pieces of you that my tongue ought to know the taste of.
October 12, 2025 at 2:59 AM
There are pieces of you that my tongue ought to know the taste of.
Why don’t we
Go to bed
Early tonight
And take
Full advantage
Of the cool
Autumn air
To fuel
A bit of heat.
Go to bed
Early tonight
And take
Full advantage
Of the cool
Autumn air
To fuel
A bit of heat.
October 10, 2025 at 11:00 PM
Why don’t we
Go to bed
Early tonight
And take
Full advantage
Of the cool
Autumn air
To fuel
A bit of heat.
Go to bed
Early tonight
And take
Full advantage
Of the cool
Autumn air
To fuel
A bit of heat.
Put your lips
Around my diction
I need to feel
That heat.
Around my diction
I need to feel
That heat.
October 10, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Put your lips
Around my diction
I need to feel
That heat.
Around my diction
I need to feel
That heat.
The truth is I wish you no ill will or anything else at all.
Just take in the silence you begged for, there’s nothing else left now, that’s all.
Just take in the silence you begged for, there’s nothing else left now, that’s all.
October 10, 2025 at 9:31 AM
The truth is I wish you no ill will or anything else at all.
Just take in the silence you begged for, there’s nothing else left now, that’s all.
Just take in the silence you begged for, there’s nothing else left now, that’s all.
Not one person
Remains unchanged.
Change and growth
A constant state,
Humanity’s cruel refrain.
Not all growth branches
Into blossoms,
Some die off to dead wood.
Yet all progresses
As aver intended
Transformative as so it should.
Remains unchanged.
Change and growth
A constant state,
Humanity’s cruel refrain.
Not all growth branches
Into blossoms,
Some die off to dead wood.
Yet all progresses
As aver intended
Transformative as so it should.
October 10, 2025 at 9:29 AM
Not one person
Remains unchanged.
Change and growth
A constant state,
Humanity’s cruel refrain.
Not all growth branches
Into blossoms,
Some die off to dead wood.
Yet all progresses
As aver intended
Transformative as so it should.
Remains unchanged.
Change and growth
A constant state,
Humanity’s cruel refrain.
Not all growth branches
Into blossoms,
Some die off to dead wood.
Yet all progresses
As aver intended
Transformative as so it should.
Your silence
Claimed
Its’ finality
At long last.
The sorrow
That was
Tethered to it
Has lost
The weight
In the past.
So my heart
And I say
Farewell to thee
Longer can
I see
Nor will I look
Your way again
At last knowing
The meaning
What it is to be free.
Claimed
Its’ finality
At long last.
The sorrow
That was
Tethered to it
Has lost
The weight
In the past.
So my heart
And I say
Farewell to thee
Longer can
I see
Nor will I look
Your way again
At last knowing
The meaning
What it is to be free.
October 8, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Your silence
Claimed
Its’ finality
At long last.
The sorrow
That was
Tethered to it
Has lost
The weight
In the past.
So my heart
And I say
Farewell to thee
Longer can
I see
Nor will I look
Your way again
At last knowing
The meaning
What it is to be free.
Claimed
Its’ finality
At long last.
The sorrow
That was
Tethered to it
Has lost
The weight
In the past.
So my heart
And I say
Farewell to thee
Longer can
I see
Nor will I look
Your way again
At last knowing
The meaning
What it is to be free.