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𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭/𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐏.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⏾
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬.
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: http://www.amazon.com/author/susanbocinecterry
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: www.instagram.com/sbwordmuse/
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐏.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⏾
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬.
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: http://www.amazon.com/author/susanbocinecterry
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: www.instagram.com/sbwordmuse/
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Learning not to envy someone else’s blessings is what grace looks like.
November 28, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Learning not to envy someone else’s blessings is what grace looks like.
Reposted by 🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌’𝐬
Thanksgiving
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
November 27, 2025 at 11:02 PM
Thanksgiving
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
Good people to follow. Do it.
November 28, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Good people to follow. Do it.
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Always thankful for the sight of the moon. Thanksgiving moon through the car window.
#moon #firstquartermoon
#moon #firstquartermoon
November 27, 2025 at 10:16 PM
Always thankful for the sight of the moon. Thanksgiving moon through the car window.
#moon #firstquartermoon
#moon #firstquartermoon
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November 5, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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It’s coming, but can I get through Thanksgiving first.
November 27, 2025 at 5:30 PM
It’s coming, but can I get through Thanksgiving first.
Reposted by 🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌’𝐬
Poetry is the wind
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Poetry is the wind
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
Learning not to envy someone else’s blessings is what grace looks like.
November 28, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Learning not to envy someone else’s blessings is what grace looks like.
Thanksgiving
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
November 27, 2025 at 11:02 PM
Thanksgiving
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
cold and snow.
Nostalgia.
Absence of people
remembered.
The holidays are
but empty chaos now.
A cabin in the woods
sounds nice.
Yet one feels guilty
about not feeling like
it is a special day for the
sake of everyone else.
Just sinking into the soft,
primal imperfect now.
Always thankful for the sight of the moon. Thanksgiving moon through the car window.
#moon #firstquartermoon
#moon #firstquartermoon
November 27, 2025 at 10:16 PM
Always thankful for the sight of the moon. Thanksgiving moon through the car window.
#moon #firstquartermoon
#moon #firstquartermoon
Poetry is the wind
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
November 27, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Poetry is the wind
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
stirring in your being.
Once a calm breeze
settles inside of you,
words fall gently upon
the blank wanting paper.
s.b.
#poetry
It’s coming, but can I get through Thanksgiving first.
November 27, 2025 at 5:30 PM
It’s coming, but can I get through Thanksgiving first.
I have hope in my bones.
It flickers like a old lightbulb.
Holding on tight, I wish for us
to be okay after all these years
of a despicable man and the
dread and disgust he brings.
I know we will be okay when
all is said, done, and left behind.
I am thankful for the life I have.
s.b.
#hope
It flickers like a old lightbulb.
Holding on tight, I wish for us
to be okay after all these years
of a despicable man and the
dread and disgust he brings.
I know we will be okay when
all is said, done, and left behind.
I am thankful for the life I have.
s.b.
#hope
November 27, 2025 at 4:49 PM
I have hope in my bones.
It flickers like a old lightbulb.
Holding on tight, I wish for us
to be okay after all these years
of a despicable man and the
dread and disgust he brings.
I know we will be okay when
all is said, done, and left behind.
I am thankful for the life I have.
s.b.
#hope
It flickers like a old lightbulb.
Holding on tight, I wish for us
to be okay after all these years
of a despicable man and the
dread and disgust he brings.
I know we will be okay when
all is said, done, and left behind.
I am thankful for the life I have.
s.b.
#hope
Good morning and Happy Thanksgiving! 🙏🏻🍁🦃🍽
November 27, 2025 at 11:33 AM
Good morning and Happy Thanksgiving! 🙏🏻🍁🦃🍽
I want to get lost
in the safe place
of literature,
to drift and rest
among the pages
for a while,
not to think about
the swirling chaos.
Not to have a care.
s.b.
#poetry
in the safe place
of literature,
to drift and rest
among the pages
for a while,
not to think about
the swirling chaos.
Not to have a care.
s.b.
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 7:13 PM
I want to get lost
in the safe place
of literature,
to drift and rest
among the pages
for a while,
not to think about
the swirling chaos.
Not to have a care.
s.b.
#poetry
in the safe place
of literature,
to drift and rest
among the pages
for a while,
not to think about
the swirling chaos.
Not to have a care.
s.b.
#poetry
If I click snooze three times
will I awake someplace new?
For I’m afraid I won’t ever
be the one who escapes
in those red ruby shoes.
🌈✨👠
will I awake someplace new?
For I’m afraid I won’t ever
be the one who escapes
in those red ruby shoes.
🌈✨👠
November 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM
If I click snooze three times
will I awake someplace new?
For I’m afraid I won’t ever
be the one who escapes
in those red ruby shoes.
🌈✨👠
will I awake someplace new?
For I’m afraid I won’t ever
be the one who escapes
in those red ruby shoes.
🌈✨👠
When it rains some days the world can see it and other days only you.
November 26, 2025 at 1:48 PM
When it rains some days the world can see it and other days only you.
Mentally basking in sunshine inside a cave of echoing thoughts.
November 25, 2025 at 8:47 PM
Mentally basking in sunshine inside a cave of echoing thoughts.
Lingering coffee
steaming upward.
People who speak the
same silence as you.
The sun that sets
for the moon.
Forests with rivers,
and birds.
Sacred harmony
the purpose.
We are in the
discovery stage.
It’s the free thought
and exploration we
are gifted with
upon conception.
s.b.
steaming upward.
People who speak the
same silence as you.
The sun that sets
for the moon.
Forests with rivers,
and birds.
Sacred harmony
the purpose.
We are in the
discovery stage.
It’s the free thought
and exploration we
are gifted with
upon conception.
s.b.
November 25, 2025 at 12:22 PM
Lingering coffee
steaming upward.
People who speak the
same silence as you.
The sun that sets
for the moon.
Forests with rivers,
and birds.
Sacred harmony
the purpose.
We are in the
discovery stage.
It’s the free thought
and exploration we
are gifted with
upon conception.
s.b.
steaming upward.
People who speak the
same silence as you.
The sun that sets
for the moon.
Forests with rivers,
and birds.
Sacred harmony
the purpose.
We are in the
discovery stage.
It’s the free thought
and exploration we
are gifted with
upon conception.
s.b.
I think people’s hearts are like a deep well. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every now and then.
November 25, 2025 at 1:27 AM
I think people’s hearts are like a deep well. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every now and then.
Late night conversations
between the moon and I.
There is never a need to
worry... your secrets are safe.
between the moon and I.
There is never a need to
worry... your secrets are safe.
November 24, 2025 at 10:57 PM
Late night conversations
between the moon and I.
There is never a need to
worry... your secrets are safe.
between the moon and I.
There is never a need to
worry... your secrets are safe.
Girls like her,
born into conflict,
have fire in their souls,
passion in their hearts,
and chaos in their bones.
They either wither and
lose themselves in the
toil or they learn to
be self-preserving,
bold, and tenacious.
s.b.
#poetry
born into conflict,
have fire in their souls,
passion in their hearts,
and chaos in their bones.
They either wither and
lose themselves in the
toil or they learn to
be self-preserving,
bold, and tenacious.
s.b.
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Girls like her,
born into conflict,
have fire in their souls,
passion in their hearts,
and chaos in their bones.
They either wither and
lose themselves in the
toil or they learn to
be self-preserving,
bold, and tenacious.
s.b.
#poetry
born into conflict,
have fire in their souls,
passion in their hearts,
and chaos in their bones.
They either wither and
lose themselves in the
toil or they learn to
be self-preserving,
bold, and tenacious.
s.b.
#poetry
Even though it means I’m old, I’m so glad I got to experience this world before it all went to sh*t.
November 24, 2025 at 4:34 PM
Even though it means I’m old, I’m so glad I got to experience this world before it all went to sh*t.
I use to be a mountain. Now I’m just another brick in the wall.
November 24, 2025 at 4:00 PM
I use to be a mountain. Now I’m just another brick in the wall.