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#inattentive
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#timed
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#adamant
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
adamant/timed/inattentive we lie. persistent. one of us adamant-- believing the pain in the deep pocket of the body will keep us bound, each to each, forever. our cover is blown. timed. the situation-- like all of life that is lived: doomed. temporary. we lie. persistent. one of us inattentive-- unable to notice that same deep pocket of pain meant to keep us bound each to each forever.
November 26, 2025 at 4:19 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
#hard
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#relevant
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#gaslight
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
hard. relevant. gaslight. i tried to explain why it hurt, and you said it wasn’t relevant. that was the moment the gaslight flickered. hard to pretend i didn’t see it.
November 25, 2025 at 2:06 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
this one is nobody's fault but my own.

#achievable
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
confessions i have never been good at achievable. my wanting is too wide. my hands too human. too wild.
November 24, 2025 at 2:11 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
I would like to blame this in its entirety on @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social and the word #giggly.

#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social‬

#wave
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social

All apologies to @thetragicallyhip.bsky.social #TheTragicallyHip for the ocean line.
like small caged animals i’m trying to write and nothing comes out-- nothing but words about the dark. i think about words. giggly. jiggly. jingle-jangely. turning this, strangely, into a dangerous story about chickens and eggs. no. stop. delete it. draw a map to the house where you lived when you broke up with your 8th-grade boyfriend. you’re not the ocean, you shouted out the passenger window of a car someone stole from the lot near the station. wave. waves was a good song by someone in the early 2000s. does anyone remember that? pinch poke. pushing against the stream. where did this thread go? anyway that ocean line is from a song i didn’t even know until years later. so who knows what i actually said. chickens and eggs. somebody always lies first.
November 23, 2025 at 8:00 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
It all started with such good intentions.

#ferocity
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

#measurable
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#sideeye #side-eye
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
ferocity. measurable. side eye. nothing is measurable when the ferocity rises— the ache, the hunger, the hot snarl curling through my chest. the memory of you slips in like a hunter— a crack of branches, a flash of teeth, then it takes me, rakes its claws down the cage of my ribs, bright feral creatures fighting to be born. i bare my own teeth at the dark. side-eyed, cornered, alive. count your days, i growl. count your days.
November 23, 2025 at 3:42 AM
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oevermann.bsky.social
The Bear Lives in the Suburbs Now

he walks the cul-de-sac
after midnight
past sprinklers and backlit TVs
he remembers glaciers
but eats from compost bins
and sometimes
dances shirtless at the club
a kid once called him
the ancestor
he nodded
November 22, 2025 at 9:37 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
This week's #PoemsAbout #DogTags got me thinking about what should the world know about you in an emergency?

Thank you to the host
@alanparrywriter.co.uk and
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
and to all of the other writers.

#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets
Dog Tag On hold with the repair shop I draw concentric circles on a lavender piece of junk mail. I write my own name so many times it starts to feel vulgar— unspeakable. There’s a flyer telling me to be all I can be-- dog tags dangling. The small weight of a name you can’t put down. To pass the time, I make a list of the three things the world would need to know to save me. But nothing comes. Only my own breathing down the dumb phone and the blank page waiting.
November 22, 2025 at 1:50 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
I didn't mean to write so many of these.
Not sorry.
But I also can't pick a favorite.
November 20, 2025 at 1:53 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
my #options
aren’t friends.
they’re guests—
the kind that leave
before dessert.

#transient.
#casual.
quivering
at the door.

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social @lovehealthed.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social @karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
November 20, 2025 at 1:52 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
personified drift with #prompt words
#casual
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#options
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#transient
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
casual. transient. options. my options show up like bad dates— one chewing ice, one checking the exits, one staring straight through me. all of them waiting to be chosen, none of them worth staying for. transient desire dresses up as possibility, but the casual violence is always the same.
November 20, 2025 at 3:50 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
another drift with #prompt words
#casual
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#options
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#transient
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
casual. transient. options. the soft violence of us. my options gather like small animals in the corner— all eyes and quiver, waiting for me to choose one then regret it. they don’t speak. they twitch. they vanish when the desire gets too bright. transient creatures, every one of them.
November 20, 2025 at 3:43 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
associative drift with #prompt words
#casual
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#options
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#transient
@karla-eu.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
casual. transient. options. the soft violence of us— casual disappearances, transient desire, the confusion of human connection itself. like you-know-who, or that drifting temporary ache of you-know-what. some kind of quiet heartbreak vibe, all these decision trees quivering the way too many options do.
November 20, 2025 at 3:30 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
these words were inspired by
#reality
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#Iron or #glimmer
@ignorantfairy.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social

#poetry
untitled It takes a lot to find myself— closed on all sides, numb from too many years of trying. Even more to say how I ended up here, looking for somewhere else entirely. but that’s how it goes. the glimmer leads you into cold. the iron in your chest closes, means to protect, and ends up pushing everything away. indifference spreads on the floor, slow, certain, a dull static stain. this tired body repeating loneliness, this space opposing longing.
November 19, 2025 at 3:10 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
eggcorns inspired by #poem + #prompt 045
@neonpajamas.bsky.social +
#aching
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#goal
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#leprechaun
@ignorantfairy.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
Craigslist: Missed Connection saw you on the bus tuesday reading a book. i said something dumb about not being a leopard-con. thinking about it later got me laughing so hard i was a king. as if i’d ever go looking for some tiny fool guarding fake gold. anyway— if you see me again, say the words miss connection, and i’ll know it’s you. i am stace.bot, and i play mind craft real good.
November 18, 2025 at 2:31 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
Thanks for asking @fluxofmind.ca.

Here are 10 random things that I like:
1. moss lawns
2. drinking hot coffee while listening to a tide
3. words
4. the whoosh when two fast trains pass each other
5. memories of *you*
6. insomnia
7. the group chat
8. sideways rain
9. electronic archives
10. running
fluxofmind.ca 🔆Fiery Sun Song🔆 @fluxofmind.ca · 9d
Get to know your follows
10 random things you like:

🌲 Mossy forests
🫴 Helping others
🧚‍♀️ Legend of Zelda
🌊 Ferry Rides
🎨 DIY miniatures
📖 Learning/Reading
🎲 Tabletop Games
🕯Woodwick candles
🌳 Outdoor walks
🧣Crochet

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😅 Emojis
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November 18, 2025 at 12:50 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
STACE.BOT RUNS A DIAGNOSTIC ON WEALTH & ISSUES
#wealthy
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#issue
@lovehealthed.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
STACE.BOT RUNS A DIAGNOSTIC ON WEALTH & ISSUES stace.bot dreams of wealth without whales— the kind of richness like cake but without the small talk, all crumbs and apologies. sundays are best for this. light hitting the window slant as shipwrecks. and every time i look at you-- that’s someone else’s line-- about issues and magazine racks. keeps issuing through me. like desire as a Sharpie to the glossy page. add pit hair, pock marks, all the white whales of a lifetime of loneliness. unkillable.
November 17, 2025 at 12:54 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
@ignorantfairy.bsky.social got me thinking about the intimacy of dread.
#banshee
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social

#poetry
the intimacy of dread me and the banshee sit on the sofa listening to the trains running on rails. their schedules predictable. distant. it’s the same each time. somewhere after midnight a whistle slices the dark, pulls us both awake by the same thin thread. we clutch the edge of the blanket and hold tight. it doesn’t mean anything particular. and also everything. we don’t look at each other— me and her. like the whistle, we already know what’s coming.
November 16, 2025 at 6:53 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
The @sensewords.bsky.social #prompt 145 got me thinking about what surfaces.
#Changing #Surreal #Conversation

#poetry
if you know what i mean he asks me what i remember and i know what he means. he wants something real that happened between us. but all i remember instead is the changing room in a discount clothing store— my grandmother beside me, her breasts drooping like a dog’s ears, her finger poking at my small kid middle, jeering as she called me fat, ugly, said nobody would ever want me— not with that pouty face, those doe-eyes, that body. and the weight of her voice, and the cost of food, and the long ledger of bad relationships and stupid choices all gather at once. so i give him the memory he’s reaching for— and something in the room rises from its corner, stretching, settling its heavy body across my chest, like it never once left me.
November 15, 2025 at 11:18 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
these words got me writing on contraband #desire and an old piece in the comments
#unbearable
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#transport
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#nix
@ignorantfairy.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
For Transport A memory like a bright wound: unbearable because it glows, because it won’t stop asking to be carried across whatever border I make. I keep writing nothing to declare, but the paper blisters with light— a small contraband sun desperate to escape the bureaucracy of my body. Transport isn’t the right word. It abducts. Grabs me by the scruff of my mind and drops me in the place I swore I’d never return. What I refused keeps crossing back over me— slipping the line, sliding past the guard in my chest. I try to nix it, make the refusal clean, administrative, final, but you know the three-letter word burning under the stamp, the one shaped like a mouth opening. Unbearable, the way the exile I chose still loops me toward that same bright heat, how I walk with it anyway, half-cocked and glimmer-drunk, that tripwire tension I can’t risk touching.
November 15, 2025 at 5:02 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
For this week's #PoemsAbout #Desire, I'm thinking about things that are easy to break.

Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

#poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets
what i want is so easy to break caught between the moment i fold and call you and the moment i decide i won’t, we send small messages. i set a timer so i don’t answer too soon. then my mind interrupts— a line i once read: some powerful man calling a woman a bomb. my desire, as my distress, spreads slowly outward. i think about saying your name in that scared little-girl voice i hate in myself. i stay quiet as a fault line. the timer goes. my hand moves. i’m holding my breath. you’re not coming. so i sit with what shakes me— the want i won’t name without fear of what it opens.
November 15, 2025 at 1:12 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
I'm not trying to write them all into a piece together.
It just keeps happening.
#sappiness
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#myth
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365
@vss365hq.bsky.social
#fairy
@ignorantfairy.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay
@blueskyrelay.bsky.social
how to tell a true fairytale he says it’s the sappiness that sticks, as if the lifeblood of trees— literal sweetness that bleeds— is a problem. each time i tell this story i learn what survives remembering: personal myths where i’m sometimes the monster, and sometimes the fairy. sometimes i’m the perfect metaphor— for enchantment, for danger. he expects a happy ending, but fairies can’t lie. and in that version of the story, we don’t live happily after.
November 13, 2025 at 2:29 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
those times when the world cracks open to something that can’t be contained
#rapture
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#measure
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#ascendant
@telaranrhiod.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
those times when the world cracks open to something that can’t be contained i measure the shape of the dark with my bare feet— paths worn into wall-to-wall. i don’t know what i’m looking for in these small, daily abductions of feeling: a rapture, a light through the blinds. i keep trying to measure what can’t be held— your love rising, intangible, like smoke breaking the horizon, just there and just gone.
November 12, 2025 at 2:32 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
Holy Confusion is inspired by the following challenge words:

#paranoid
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social

#literature
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#numinous
@telaranrhiod.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
Holy Confusion in the shaping of the story my mind turns in on itself— the holy, nearly untouchable version, the inspiration field— electric— like fences for cows and other things that hum at different frequencies. the hurly, the gurly, the whole googely moogely. my connections spark— not paranoid— (who said that?) the thing about cows: numinous valleys of longing, cattle killing, a plague a plague a plague. i think of every piece of literature about rats, of rain clouds. Cumulus. Cumulonimbus. Nimbostratus. Stratus.
November 11, 2025 at 1:57 AM
stacebot.bsky.social
declarative and trembling is inspired by the following prompt words:
#outraged
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#law
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#catharsis
@telaranrhiod.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social
declarative and trembling the body follows its own laws— blood boils, flesh weakens, hearts sink, skin thins, and the weight slips from the shoulders.
November 9, 2025 at 9:15 PM
stacebot.bsky.social
The @sensewords.bsky.social #prompt 142 got me thinking about the fragile bone in the throat of humans and birds.
#Fragile
#Warbling
#Flicker
#SenseWrds
a small, fragile bone in the throat region of a human or a bird in the pause before something breaks a pulse exists— small, feral, trembling against bone. we drink coffee in the kitchen, alone. together. the light above our heads stutters into dark.
November 9, 2025 at 1:53 AM