Jenny's Lines | J.B.
@fractalpatter.bsky.social
I think I'm a poet therefore I am a poet? I know I'm a human who cares about other humans. I write stuff. Sometimes it's good. Sometimes I rant a bit. Sometimes I just need to yell into the void. Thank you for being here for all of it.
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how it feels to be completed disconnected from your cell phone and the news
November 10, 2025 at 2:05 AM
how it feels to be completed disconnected from your cell phone and the news
Imagine having enough money to do whatever you want for the rest of your life and you choose to have anxiety over getting golden trophies...
November 10, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Imagine having enough money to do whatever you want for the rest of your life and you choose to have anxiety over getting golden trophies...
I often wonder if historians will look back on us someday and determine that this is the age of Commercialized Cults...
November 10, 2025 at 3:00 PM
I often wonder if historians will look back on us someday and determine that this is the age of Commercialized Cults...
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November 9, 2025 at 2:15 PM
The muse is leaving
And words fail to echo now
Ink dried in haste wastes
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Writer #Poet #Poetry #Poem
And words fail to echo now
Ink dried in haste wastes
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Writer #Poet #Poetry #Poem
Moon sings light whispers.
Oceans enchant salty cries.
Jenny writes haiku.
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Poem #Poetry #Poet #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Writing #CreativeWriting
Oceans enchant salty cries.
Jenny writes haiku.
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Poem #Poetry #Poet #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Writing #CreativeWriting
November 9, 2025 at 10:44 PM
Moon sings light whispers.
Oceans enchant salty cries.
Jenny writes haiku.
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Poem #Poetry #Poet #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Writing #CreativeWriting
Oceans enchant salty cries.
Jenny writes haiku.
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Poem #Poetry #Poet #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Writing #CreativeWriting
November 9, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Moon sings light whispers.
Oceans enchant salty cries.
Jenny writes haiku.
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Poem #Poetry #Poet #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Writing #CreativeWriting
Oceans enchant salty cries.
Jenny writes haiku.
#Haiku #WritingProcess #Poem #Poetry #Poet #WritingCommunity #PoetryCommunity #Writing #CreativeWriting
Another gala.
Celebrating charity.
Hunger doesn’t care.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #Writer #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Hunger #Gala
Celebrating charity.
Hunger doesn’t care.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #Writer #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Hunger #Gala
November 9, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Another gala.
Celebrating charity.
Hunger doesn’t care.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #Writer #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Hunger #Gala
Celebrating charity.
Hunger doesn’t care.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #Writer #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Hunger #Gala
Challenging myself to write more haiku tonight. We'll see how it goes; thanks!
November 9, 2025 at 10:24 PM
Challenging myself to write more haiku tonight. We'll see how it goes; thanks!
Spending online now.
Purchasing or just browsing?
Both charge life a fee.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #Online #DoomScrolling #Shopping #Writing #CreativeWriting #WritingCommunity
Purchasing or just browsing?
Both charge life a fee.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #Online #DoomScrolling #Shopping #Writing #CreativeWriting #WritingCommunity
November 9, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Spending online now.
Purchasing or just browsing?
Both charge life a fee.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #Online #DoomScrolling #Shopping #Writing #CreativeWriting #WritingCommunity
Purchasing or just browsing?
Both charge life a fee.
#Haiku #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #Online #DoomScrolling #Shopping #Writing #CreativeWriting #WritingCommunity
Sunday is the end.
Sunday is the beginning.
In time we’ll be both.
#Haiku #Sunday #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Writer #CreativeWriting
Sunday is the beginning.
In time we’ll be both.
#Haiku #Sunday #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Writer #CreativeWriting
November 9, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Sunday is the end.
Sunday is the beginning.
In time we’ll be both.
#Haiku #Sunday #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Writer #CreativeWriting
Sunday is the beginning.
In time we’ll be both.
#Haiku #Sunday #Poem #Poetry #Poet #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Writer #CreativeWriting
Car #catharsis.
I scream at every song.
Choice words springing from my lips and stomach
for every wrong the world holds.
Car catharsis.
I pull into the parking lot.
I forget cars aren’t soundproof.
Car catharsis.
Self-consciousness always follows.
#blueskyrelay #poem #poetry #Nov9th #funpoem
I scream at every song.
Choice words springing from my lips and stomach
for every wrong the world holds.
Car catharsis.
I pull into the parking lot.
I forget cars aren’t soundproof.
Car catharsis.
Self-consciousness always follows.
#blueskyrelay #poem #poetry #Nov9th #funpoem
November 9, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Car #catharsis.
I scream at every song.
Choice words springing from my lips and stomach
for every wrong the world holds.
Car catharsis.
I pull into the parking lot.
I forget cars aren’t soundproof.
Car catharsis.
Self-consciousness always follows.
#blueskyrelay #poem #poetry #Nov9th #funpoem
I scream at every song.
Choice words springing from my lips and stomach
for every wrong the world holds.
Car catharsis.
I pull into the parking lot.
I forget cars aren’t soundproof.
Car catharsis.
Self-consciousness always follows.
#blueskyrelay #poem #poetry #Nov9th #funpoem
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We are plants
rooted, we grow along
in our shared waving stance
singing communal songs
until released by chance
#poetry #BobandWheel
rooted, we grow along
in our shared waving stance
singing communal songs
until released by chance
#poetry #BobandWheel
November 9, 2025 at 6:07 PM
We are plants
rooted, we grow along
in our shared waving stance
singing communal songs
until released by chance
#poetry #BobandWheel
rooted, we grow along
in our shared waving stance
singing communal songs
until released by chance
#poetry #BobandWheel
November 9, 2025 at 7:37 PM
The #law is a wall where the poor take the ‘l’.
To those who have riches, it does rather well.
For the law does not stop all the parties and greed,
But it can’t guarantee food for those who’re in need.
#vss365 #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
To those who have riches, it does rather well.
For the law does not stop all the parties and greed,
But it can’t guarantee food for those who’re in need.
#vss365 #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
November 9, 2025 at 5:35 PM
The #law is a wall where the poor take the ‘l’.
To those who have riches, it does rather well.
For the law does not stop all the parties and greed,
But it can’t guarantee food for those who’re in need.
#vss365 #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
To those who have riches, it does rather well.
For the law does not stop all the parties and greed,
But it can’t guarantee food for those who’re in need.
#vss365 #poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
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Moral Outrage
Where are loud evangelicals
now,
when mouths are starving?
surely Jesus said starve
people
and build a ballroom;
Where are the finger
pointers
when federal workers
go unpaid-
surely good economy
means less working
people;
Live with what you wanted,
this is it,
#emoetry #poetry
Where are loud evangelicals
now,
when mouths are starving?
surely Jesus said starve
people
and build a ballroom;
Where are the finger
pointers
when federal workers
go unpaid-
surely good economy
means less working
people;
Live with what you wanted,
this is it,
#emoetry #poetry
November 9, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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Remember: If we allow ourselves to fall into fatalism, or wallow in disappointment, or become resigned to what is rather than what should be, we will lose the long game.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
November 8, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Remember: If we allow ourselves to fall into fatalism, or wallow in disappointment, or become resigned to what is rather than what should be, we will lose the long game.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
The greatest enemy of positive social change is cynicism about what can be changed.
#Insomnia #Haiku
The brain feels tired.
Eyes fall close to sleep until…
Wide awake again!
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #writing #writingcommunity
The brain feels tired.
Eyes fall close to sleep until…
Wide awake again!
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #writing #writingcommunity
November 9, 2025 at 1:10 AM
#Insomnia #Haiku
The brain feels tired.
Eyes fall close to sleep until…
Wide awake again!
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #writing #writingcommunity
The brain feels tired.
Eyes fall close to sleep until…
Wide awake again!
#poem #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #creativewriting #writing #writingcommunity
Anyone interested in writing poems inspired by random tarot/oracle cards? Is this already a thing? Let me know if it is; I've been getting into tarot/oracle art lately. ❤️
November 9, 2025 at 12:57 AM
Anyone interested in writing poems inspired by random tarot/oracle cards? Is this already a thing? Let me know if it is; I've been getting into tarot/oracle art lately. ❤️
#Liminal life holds in me
a stasis soul that’s never quite free.
Does the madness show?
Will they ever know?
While it echos past divinity and screams modern banality,
a lifetime of two timelines is nothing but brutality.
#BlueSkyRelay #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #prompt #Nov8th
a stasis soul that’s never quite free.
Does the madness show?
Will they ever know?
While it echos past divinity and screams modern banality,
a lifetime of two timelines is nothing but brutality.
#BlueSkyRelay #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #prompt #Nov8th
November 9, 2025 at 12:47 AM
#Liminal life holds in me
a stasis soul that’s never quite free.
Does the madness show?
Will they ever know?
While it echos past divinity and screams modern banality,
a lifetime of two timelines is nothing but brutality.
#BlueSkyRelay #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #prompt #Nov8th
a stasis soul that’s never quite free.
Does the madness show?
Will they ever know?
While it echos past divinity and screams modern banality,
a lifetime of two timelines is nothing but brutality.
#BlueSkyRelay #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #prompt #Nov8th
November 9, 2025 at 12:42 AM
The #language of love wants confirmation,
but signs run dry in still damnation.
If the words are unclear, but emotions deep,
can we look past the diction and take the leap?
#vss365 #poem #poetry #prompt #micropoem #Nov8th #poetrycommunity #lovepoem
but signs run dry in still damnation.
If the words are unclear, but emotions deep,
can we look past the diction and take the leap?
#vss365 #poem #poetry #prompt #micropoem #Nov8th #poetrycommunity #lovepoem
November 9, 2025 at 12:34 AM
The #language of love wants confirmation,
but signs run dry in still damnation.
If the words are unclear, but emotions deep,
can we look past the diction and take the leap?
#vss365 #poem #poetry #prompt #micropoem #Nov8th #poetrycommunity #lovepoem
but signs run dry in still damnation.
If the words are unclear, but emotions deep,
can we look past the diction and take the leap?
#vss365 #poem #poetry #prompt #micropoem #Nov8th #poetrycommunity #lovepoem
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November 7, 2025 at 12:44 AM
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November 7, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Life is often unkind
To those of sound mind
And the generous soul
Often pays a steep toll
But at journeys end
The kind and the friends
Will find respite and cheer
With the wise and the dear.
*Having a day of spiritual stuff. No denominations, no hate, just a believer in some sort of fate.
#poem
To those of sound mind
And the generous soul
Often pays a steep toll
But at journeys end
The kind and the friends
Will find respite and cheer
With the wise and the dear.
*Having a day of spiritual stuff. No denominations, no hate, just a believer in some sort of fate.
#poem
November 7, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Life is often unkind
To those of sound mind
And the generous soul
Often pays a steep toll
But at journeys end
The kind and the friends
Will find respite and cheer
With the wise and the dear.
*Having a day of spiritual stuff. No denominations, no hate, just a believer in some sort of fate.
#poem
To those of sound mind
And the generous soul
Often pays a steep toll
But at journeys end
The kind and the friends
Will find respite and cheer
With the wise and the dear.
*Having a day of spiritual stuff. No denominations, no hate, just a believer in some sort of fate.
#poem
I'm feeling very mythical, astral, deep, and heavy today, like I'm watching a ghost of myself at the edge of a black hole. I guess that means I'm already inside it, yet the image remains...
November 7, 2025 at 6:49 PM
I'm feeling very mythical, astral, deep, and heavy today, like I'm watching a ghost of myself at the edge of a black hole. I guess that means I'm already inside it, yet the image remains...