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strolling thru meadows of melancholia,
gathering posies redolent of sorrow
~audhd~ocd~pdd~

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computer printout, black text on white paper, with wow! written in red ink, along with some numbers and letters circled the "Wow! Signal" is a mysterious, intense radio signal detected by the big ear radio telescope at ohio state university on august 15, 1977. it was strong and narrow, lasting about 72 seconds and peaking at a high signal-to-noise ratio. the signal was so striking that astronomer jerry r. ehman scribbled "Wow!" on the computer printout, giving it its name
June 8, 2025 at 12:04 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
the #pink is gone, shed like a bad dream in a waking nightmare. just as well... wasn't a good colour on me. at least now i can relax, the grey matter being gone, too. no black lungs to cough up, no ruddy razors to clean; only shades of jaundice by moonlight

#whistpr
#writingprompt
#writingcommunity
greyish-yellow upper torso, shoulders, and skull of a skeleton; it is biting down on a lit cigarette. a small stream of cigarette smoke can be seen on the oil painting's black background, emanating from the glowing tip. art: skull/head of a skeleton w/ a burning cigarette by vincent van gogh https://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/en
June 5, 2025 at 11:58 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
a self-portrait; "you sanctify your pain and paint it with care." using palette and knife, expressing your eyes in sin-black; they are closed in penance. you smear your madness in red-handed shame; a ruby rue worn with a difference and mined with grace

#dailypoetryprompts
#writingprompt
against a bright red background, heavy charcoal-black brushstrokes dominate the surface. the upper part is crossed by a large horizontal black band. the lower area is dominated by chaotic long and short strokes of black mingling over the red art: 21.04.64 by zao wou-ki https://www.zaowouki.org/en/
April 26, 2025 at 11:45 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
#vss365 #emporium
cling-cling it was the bell ring above the door of my #emporium of oddities i looked up from my prominent seat as purveyor and surveyor, but saw no one —perhaps it was just a gust of zeitgeist on that chilly tuesday in november click-clock that was the door lock, it came without bidding—two score days have now past and i'm trapped inside this bell jar hidden away, a shame to the light of day as i watch an inferno of orange and red flames lay waste to the enlightenment art: night shadows by edward hopper black & white etching of a lone silhouette walking toward a street corner in front of a small corner shop, as seen from birds-eye viewpoint https://www.edwardhopper.net/
March 1, 2025 at 2:36 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
Alaska '76. photograph through the windshield; barely seen hood ornament and passenger side mirror. driving on a road curving leftward, with possibly a dirt/gravel road curving to the right into a pine treeline—wildflower patches decorating either of its side. behind and above the trees, the base of an unknown mountain, with dense clouds completely obfuscating the mountain's rise
January 26, 2025 at 7:19 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
#sensewrds 20
#writingprompt
#writingcommunity
it's 2am as she keeps the lamppost company. glass titans crowd either side of the empty boulevard; her ears are thick with the will of their oppressive countenance. the silence is a hallucinogen, transporting her attention from the big city flashing reds, to small town gravel roads, and the sound of soughing wheat in a mild summer breeze. a drunk begins relieving himself at the base of the light, oblivious to her disdain. she simply steps aside until he's finished; finding a distraction in the street's rising steam, with memories of the farm's ancient diesel tractor and its belching stack. she wasn't worried about the man; he has his own story, and his own illusions. she only fears that tomorrow comes, and then the next day, and then the next. with caution, a sedan approaches, slow-crawling the curb. she tosses her cigarette into the nearby puddle, where the lamp and the moon reflect, staring up at her through jaundiced, judgmental eyes. feeling the warmth from the driver's open window, she flashes her smile to the man old enough to be her father #sensewrds 20 #writingprompt
January 7, 2025 at 1:33 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
[forgotten horizons], twilight dawning
detritus of painful memories wash ashore
happy thoughts will never surface
without the dichotomy of pain for contrast
good and bad bleached in sterile white
drowning in distractions to survive
for another sunrise

#blueskyprompt8
#blueskypoetry
#poetsofbluesky
pale beach scene with three topless female dancers in the foreground, a fully dressed woman walking in the background, near the shell of a small boat, and a man in a suit lying down. 1936 art: forgotten horizon by salvador dalí https://www.dalipaintings.com
December 31, 2024 at 2:35 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
#sensewrds 14
#poetsofbluesky
#blueskypoets
𝑝𝑜𝑝! gramps didn't talk much, but i'd often sit on the porch with him in louisiana and listen anyway. he'd rock back and forth in that old chair of his - in that swampy humidity - just looking out over the trees in back. i don't know how, but he never did sweat as much as that glass of sweet tea, always resting just out of his reach. well, he didn't say much, but 𝑝𝑜𝑝! every time he leaned forward to take the glass, a porch board underneath complained with a pop that always perked ol' blue's ears right up. it sounded a lot like the oaks in the back when a breeze pushed through the crowd; the creak of a trunk too stubborn to get out of the way. i've tried many times since, to remember his voice...just, it gets harder every year. but that pop 𝑝𝑜𝑝! i can hear in my sleep and daydreams. i sit in his chair sometimes when i visit, and rock back and forth...and i try to make it pop like he did, without an iota of success; still he wasn't a small man, by any means. it's been years now, and i miss him, but I've grown used to his absence. yet when here i'm always sad, but not so much for me anymore. i weep for those lonely trees, who continue to call out 𝑝𝑜𝑝! to their old friend, and wait patiently for him to holler back
December 22, 2024 at 10:54 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
disheveled mind, oppression blinds the third eye. her fingers tenderly stroke the unblemished skin; finding peace in resolution. when all avenues were taken, a #monochrome path remained on the razor's edge. a dilemma forced; one that hastens her journey to salvation

#vss365
woman with disheveled hair. her head is inclined toward her right side, as if looking at or in her arm, with a hint of a smile. monochromatically painted on wood panel in umber and white. art: la scapigliata by [generally agreed] leonardo da vinci https://leonardoda-vinci.org/
December 17, 2024 at 1:19 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
butterfly kisses
with a flutter on your lips
keep safe the hidden heart
share your secrets to cocoons
behind iridescent truths

#tankathursday [share]
#tankapoem #tanka
#poetrycommunity
#poetry #micropoetry
left half of [what appears to be] an adolescent's face in the darkness, on the left side on the painting. left eye and nose visible, with a large butterfly resting over (covering) their mouth. warm yellows, golds, and black dominate art: aletheia by margarita georgiadis https://www.margaritageorgiadis.online
November 28, 2024 at 4:00 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
#vss365 #rain
November 22, 2024 at 10:42 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
tiptoe at crossroads
tread softly, be forgotten
do not go gentle
shallow footsteps hinder you
storm through your wakes of chaos

#tankathursday [footsteps]
#tankapoem #tanka
#poetry #micropoetry
blue-ish sky. ground-level view, looking upwards at a dark figure's back as they run towards the left edge, kicking up orange leaves into the foreground from their stampede art: (untitled) by zdzisław beksiński https://www.wikiart.org/en/zdzislaw-beksinski
November 22, 2024 at 2:16 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
ask forgiveness
of the precipice
listen as the echo
shuns your plea
beckoned
by waving blue violence
urged by the asomatous hiss
of penitence
a leap of haste
offers the only path to absolution

#sensewrds 1
a sea with giant, horizontal, undulating waves from darker blues at the bottom to lighter toward the top. the only other object in the painting is a small, dark coffin floating in the center art: (untitled) by zdzisław beksiński https://www.wikiart.org/en/zdzislaw-beksinski
November 21, 2024 at 3:42 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
he spent his life #sightseeing; a wallflower in the wild. yet he found his thoughts will always go to his #yellow blossom grove. it's there where runs rivers red & blue, and his whispered words fall like petals. who needs the world when your eyes are closed in a yellow blossom grove
#vss365
#inkmine
five slender trees (perhaps saplings) are bunched together with dark trunks and yellow blossoms. they sit on flat land of mostly brown, with patches of green and yellow. behind is a vertically light green background hinting at a forest. water in the bottom quarter of the painting reflects the scene art: yellow blossoms by osnat tzadok https://osnatfineart.com/
November 20, 2024 at 11:55 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
i stare at the #postcard
its smiles a memory
promises of a never-ending

this grimoire of possibilities
sears the eyes that bear it
a catch-light for the smoking mirrors

i think of ash, and the
bridge burned, and the
fiery tongues that lick my wounds

and i stared at the postcard

#vss365
a slightly off-white, textured background, with a rectangular scorch mark at its center. a drip of the background races to the bottom of the burn art: the door by osnat tzadok https://osnatfineart.com/
November 17, 2024 at 5:25 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
if humanity is a social species
then what are we,
who #travel alone

dragging suspicious gazes
along the dark edge
of familiarity

buriden's ass trapped between solitude
& acceptance;
a burden of beasts

when then we visit the shambles longingly
there are no huckle bearers
to ferry us home

#vss365
the slender, white silhouette of an individual, casting a long black shadow, in an otherwise empty space dominated by shades of dark blues, golds, and black art: wondering about the shift by jeanne bessette https://www.artworkarchive.com/profile/jeanne-bessette/artwork/wondering-about-the-shift
November 16, 2024 at 12:28 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
an impertinent yellow sun
watches impassively
as i #paint a self-portrait
in carmines and grey

matters of inconsequence
once hidden in the black
an oeuvre in relief from
a shotgun #truce with the blues

#vss365 #whistpr
rough land by osnat tzadok an abstract, textured painting with a prominent, sun-like intrusion from the left, a grey area just off-center, and predominant red in between and all around, highlighted in blacks and greys https://osnatfineart.com/
June 17, 2024 at 5:24 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
sunshine canoodles with the trees
while a windblown autumn hymn
begets a paroxysm of ecstacy
in the leaves

#vss365
by olivia mae pendergast an abstract of sunlight breaking through an autumn copse. painted as if squinting, causing the trees to blur and light to sparkle through the leaves. mostly oranges and yellows, with a hint of blue in the background, and small area of dark green at the bottom https://www.oliviapendergast.com
June 16, 2024 at 4:52 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
they lived long and loved few
a piece of them died with each
but their soulmate was always near
loss clung to them like a spotlight stain
patient, devoted, selfless, and forgiving

#vss365 #soulmate
(untitled) by zdzisław beksiński surrealist painting of two figures embracing. one appears to be completely supporting the other, whose arms are hanging limply behind, and whose knees are on the ground. the room is pale yellow, brown, and grey. figures are darker of the same. they are centred on a red floor stain https://www.wikiart.org/en/zdislav-beksinski
June 15, 2024 at 1:44 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
depression inspired the walk
awe inspired my perch on the cliff's edge
a manic moment elicits a half-hearted #yodel
to test the depth of the ledge's regard
no response
not even from a stoic #osprey
nesting on the face
beauty always makes me as sad
as the beautiful are oblivious
#vss365 #whistpr
claude monet, the cliff at varengeville (1882) a powerful, rugged, multi-layered cliff looms over the normandy coast under a clear sky. grasses and wildflowers cover the surface leading to the edge, as shadows creep over the calm sea below https://www.claudemonetgallery.org/The-Cliff-At-Varengeville.html
June 13, 2024 at 11:37 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
all around #orbs bearing down of #woe and joy
hovering on fields of hopeful desolation
their meeting #romanticised, fantasised
burn with fire and daggers, suspicions rising
don't let them steal your soul thru open windows
instead water the boneyard swallowing your feet

#vss365 #whistpr #crowcalls
the arrival of the stars collectors by osnat tzadok predominantly orange and red. the lower half features a sand dune peaking in the center, with two orbs (stars) nestled in the sand on either side. the upper half is an orange sky with a central glow obscured by a large cloud. four more stars hover staggered in a row near the top https://osnatfineart.com/painting/747-catching-moons-painting
June 9, 2024 at 12:23 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
in a bed of my own making, i lie #sleepy and spent. with a #nod to the #cruelty that led me here. life was a worthy foe, although it wouldn't proclaim the same of me. the burden of self falls to he that wastes the gift. the giver watching impassively from beginning to end
#vss365 #whistpr #crowcalls
the centre panel from francis bacon's 1962 triptych, Three Studies for a Crucifixion. in it, a bloodied human body contorted and writhing on a bed with white sheets and exposed blue and white striped mattress. perspective is from the foot of the bed https://www.guggenheim.org/artwork/293
June 8, 2024 at 10:49 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
lost and frowned

#crowcalls #vss365 (alt) #prompt
A browning, heart-shaped leaf with gold still clinging to its edges. It bears a small puddle of rain with a cluster of pebbles, and a smattering of tiny forest detritus. From behind, a long, brown, ribbon-like leaf curling outward. They lay upon a mostly dirt-faded gravel path, slightly darkened by the #percolation of rainwater; otherwise of no particular character (photo/mine)
April 4, 2024 at 8:15 PM
admatthias.bsky.social
Sun-shaded by outstretched invitations;
gnarled digits begging for fruit to ripen

My back bakes beneath the umbrage;
mesmerized by a knot; a knot for my throat

Epistles swirl about my feet,
lest I forget my purpose

"Leave, leave, leave this place,
to better it in your absence"

#whistpr
#prompt
Focused closed-up of an eye-shaped knot in a tree trunk (photo/mine)
March 21, 2024 at 2:12 AM
admatthias.bsky.social
Rejected
invitation
to a
golden
matinée

#whistpr
#prompt
View from behind an empty bench on a small, grassy outcropping.Trees with green foliage stand on either side. The bench faces a lake, teasingly obstucted by the leafy sentries. A golden sun above the distant treeline peeks thru the leaves, reflecting in the glassy water below (photo/mine)
March 9, 2024 at 9:44 PM