Ennui
@listlessennui.bsky.social
She/Her 🏳️🌈 🩷💜💙
30's
Come, scatter your grace
on this grave of the despondent.
Breathe life into these desolated lungs
and set fire to this listless ennui.
30's
Come, scatter your grace
on this grave of the despondent.
Breathe life into these desolated lungs
and set fire to this listless ennui.
Pinned
Darling, don't let your shame smother the best of you.
Be bold. ♥️
Be bold. ♥️
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Ugh, do you ever read a beautiful sentence and both feel blessed to have read it and also filled to the gills with despair because that's never coming out of your pen/pencil/word processor?
No?
Oh yea, no, me neither.
No?
Oh yea, no, me neither.
November 26, 2025 at 8:12 PM
Ugh, do you ever read a beautiful sentence and both feel blessed to have read it and also filled to the gills with despair because that's never coming out of your pen/pencil/word processor?
No?
Oh yea, no, me neither.
No?
Oh yea, no, me neither.
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When you’re a werewolf, every day is Werewolf Wednesday
November 26, 2025 at 6:49 PM
When you’re a werewolf, every day is Werewolf Wednesday
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Sometimes I am proud of the dumbest things.
This being the start of a poem was very fun to write.
This being the start of a poem was very fun to write.
November 26, 2025 at 4:18 AM
Sometimes I am proud of the dumbest things.
This being the start of a poem was very fun to write.
This being the start of a poem was very fun to write.
Ahh the time of year where I wear clothes that make me feel like a fucking alien so that other people don't look at me like a fucking alien... Happy Holidays everyone! 😁😅
November 26, 2025 at 7:13 PM
Ahh the time of year where I wear clothes that make me feel like a fucking alien so that other people don't look at me like a fucking alien... Happy Holidays everyone! 😁😅
What I'm wearing to bluesky rehab
😆
😆
November 26, 2025 at 3:15 AM
What I'm wearing to bluesky rehab
😆
😆
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#Castle
Built of sand or snow
of ice or shattered glass
decorated with shining stars,
flowers, gold, or brass
#poetry #thingstowriteabout
Built of sand or snow
of ice or shattered glass
decorated with shining stars,
flowers, gold, or brass
#poetry #thingstowriteabout
November 26, 2025 at 2:01 AM
#Castle
Built of sand or snow
of ice or shattered glass
decorated with shining stars,
flowers, gold, or brass
#poetry #thingstowriteabout
Built of sand or snow
of ice or shattered glass
decorated with shining stars,
flowers, gold, or brass
#poetry #thingstowriteabout
K so... I may or may not have started my day with a spicy playlist, and now we're here. 🤷♀️
#pennedreveries #earnestly
#poetry
#pennedreveries #earnestly
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 10:39 PM
K so... I may or may not have started my day with a spicy playlist, and now we're here. 🤷♀️
#pennedreveries #earnestly
#poetry
#pennedreveries #earnestly
#poetry
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November 25, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Restless, I stagger
chasing sleepless nights spent in
this pillowed prison
#haikufeels #stagger
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku
chasing sleepless nights spent in
this pillowed prison
#haikufeels #stagger
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku
November 25, 2025 at 7:56 PM
Restless, I stagger
chasing sleepless nights spent in
this pillowed prison
#haikufeels #stagger
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku
chasing sleepless nights spent in
this pillowed prison
#haikufeels #stagger
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku
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Run into the dark!
The staggering encounter
with yourself awaits…
#HaikuFeels - Staggering
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoet #3Lines #MicroPoem
The staggering encounter
with yourself awaits…
#HaikuFeels - Staggering
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoet #3Lines #MicroPoem
November 25, 2025 at 3:23 PM
Run into the dark!
The staggering encounter
with yourself awaits…
#HaikuFeels - Staggering
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoet #3Lines #MicroPoem
The staggering encounter
with yourself awaits…
#HaikuFeels - Staggering
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoet #3Lines #MicroPoem
Disk defragging omg haven't thought about this in ages, I feel poetry approaching!
remember defragmenting your hard drive? how virtuous you felt after an hour of that. "have you achieved anything today?" "you bet I have, look at this".
November 25, 2025 at 2:15 PM
Disk defragging omg haven't thought about this in ages, I feel poetry approaching!
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remember defragmenting your hard drive? how virtuous you felt after an hour of that. "have you achieved anything today?" "you bet I have, look at this".
November 25, 2025 at 2:02 PM
remember defragmenting your hard drive? how virtuous you felt after an hour of that. "have you achieved anything today?" "you bet I have, look at this".
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Down in the giblets,
Lock the oven door,
And baby,
Talk turkey to me
Lock the oven door,
And baby,
Talk turkey to me
November 25, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Down in the giblets,
Lock the oven door,
And baby,
Talk turkey to me
Lock the oven door,
And baby,
Talk turkey to me
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I watched
your heart unfold
like a tree
in full bloom
no sound
but the shift of sky
resting on your chest
as if the light knew
where to land
#Photography Jackie Jones
@mookyshi91.bsky.social
your heart unfold
like a tree
in full bloom
no sound
but the shift of sky
resting on your chest
as if the light knew
where to land
#Photography Jackie Jones
@mookyshi91.bsky.social
November 25, 2025 at 3:26 AM
I watched
your heart unfold
like a tree
in full bloom
no sound
but the shift of sky
resting on your chest
as if the light knew
where to land
#Photography Jackie Jones
@mookyshi91.bsky.social
your heart unfold
like a tree
in full bloom
no sound
but the shift of sky
resting on your chest
as if the light knew
where to land
#Photography Jackie Jones
@mookyshi91.bsky.social
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Just … words, y’know? The way they do that thing … with the swooping and the swirling. And the mind-pictures? WOW. Gotta love that thing where they sort of zing-pop and you just … damn. Y’know what I mean? You just get it. Because WORDS. Am I right?
November 25, 2025 at 3:51 AM
Just … words, y’know? The way they do that thing … with the swooping and the swirling. And the mind-pictures? WOW. Gotta love that thing where they sort of zing-pop and you just … damn. Y’know what I mean? You just get it. Because WORDS. Am I right?
You may call me cruel
But I'm not inattentive
I am purposeful —
My attention is intentioned
I've got just this much for you.
#emoetry #inattentive
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku #tanka
But I'm not inattentive
I am purposeful —
My attention is intentioned
I've got just this much for you.
#emoetry #inattentive
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku #tanka
November 25, 2025 at 4:56 AM
You may call me cruel
But I'm not inattentive
I am purposeful —
My attention is intentioned
I've got just this much for you.
#emoetry #inattentive
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku #tanka
But I'm not inattentive
I am purposeful —
My attention is intentioned
I've got just this much for you.
#emoetry #inattentive
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#haiku #tanka
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she strips her soul
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 6:51 PM
she strips her soul
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
of u n n e c e s s a r y
appurtenances,
craving room to b r e a t h e—
it is the d e e p e s t time of night,
when she awakens by a memory
populated by shadows backlit
by the sun,
she shutters her eyes, for this light
was h u r t i n g her.
#poetry
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November 25, 2025 at 2:06 AM
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Something strange happens to time when you get older. Over the past few days, it’s dawned on me that Roddy Lumsden has been dead six years this coming January. A poem I wrote about incorrigible Roddy—my early mentor, my friend, and then not my friend, but always my friend.
November 23, 2025 at 8:04 PM
Something strange happens to time when you get older. Over the past few days, it’s dawned on me that Roddy Lumsden has been dead six years this coming January. A poem I wrote about incorrigible Roddy—my early mentor, my friend, and then not my friend, but always my friend.
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Dark #blueskymonday #EastCoastKin #sunset #PhotographersUnited #PhotographersOfBluesky #photography
#ArtYear #moon
#MobilePhotography
#ArtYear #moon
#MobilePhotography
November 25, 2025 at 1:19 AM
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There’s not much to say,
seems you’ve won at this game-
broken like peanut brittle,
I want to slink away in shame-
but jasmine will bloom again
and gates may not slam so hard,
I may not look at a mirror
and wish to splinter in to shards-
I convince myself there’s more-
inside I feel less
#poetry
seems you’ve won at this game-
broken like peanut brittle,
I want to slink away in shame-
but jasmine will bloom again
and gates may not slam so hard,
I may not look at a mirror
and wish to splinter in to shards-
I convince myself there’s more-
inside I feel less
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 1:21 AM
There’s not much to say,
seems you’ve won at this game-
broken like peanut brittle,
I want to slink away in shame-
but jasmine will bloom again
and gates may not slam so hard,
I may not look at a mirror
and wish to splinter in to shards-
I convince myself there’s more-
inside I feel less
#poetry
seems you’ve won at this game-
broken like peanut brittle,
I want to slink away in shame-
but jasmine will bloom again
and gates may not slam so hard,
I may not look at a mirror
and wish to splinter in to shards-
I convince myself there’s more-
inside I feel less
#poetry
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I E D G E O F B E C O M I N G - 4 - I
Where the Tide Remembers — a study of the quiet violence and gentle surrender found at the edge of the ocean. A moment where darkness meets foam, and everything feels both endless and intimate.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #cptsd
Where the Tide Remembers — a study of the quiet violence and gentle surrender found at the edge of the ocean. A moment where darkness meets foam, and everything feels both endless and intimate.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #cptsd
November 24, 2025 at 12:22 PM
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“Life is #hard,” was drilled into my
Head, along with “life isn’t fair;”
They never let me ask why,
Even now they demand their share.
#emoetry #quatrain #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
Head, along with “life isn’t fair;”
They never let me ask why,
Even now they demand their share.
#emoetry #quatrain #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
November 24, 2025 at 12:44 PM
“Life is #hard,” was drilled into my
Head, along with “life isn’t fair;”
They never let me ask why,
Even now they demand their share.
#emoetry #quatrain #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity
Head, along with “life isn’t fair;”
They never let me ask why,
Even now they demand their share.
#emoetry #quatrain #poem #poetry #micropoetry #writingcommunity