ÆTHER
@aetherscream.bsky.social
i am a broken HAM radio that tunes randomly. sometimes i am the metaphorical jolting scream of static in a quiet room.
NO.
poetry
sometimes
badly
NO.
poetry
sometimes
badly
Pinned
I'm probably following you because you're a queer poet/writer/artist on a starter pack,✂️
I'm not a b0t or ai, but you can block me if i seem sus?
I am so old that the Great Unconformity may be a result of my toddler years
I'm here to shout into the void
not my main
I'm not a b0t or ai, but you can block me if i seem sus?
I am so old that the Great Unconformity may be a result of my toddler years
I'm here to shout into the void
not my main
I'm probably following you because you're a queer poet/writer/artist on a starter pack,✂️
I'm not a b0t or ai, but you can block me if i seem sus?
I am so old that the Great Unconformity may be a result of my toddler years
I'm here to shout into the void
not my main
I'm not a b0t or ai, but you can block me if i seem sus?
I am so old that the Great Unconformity may be a result of my toddler years
I'm here to shout into the void
not my main
December 2, 2025 at 3:47 AM
I'm probably following you because you're a queer poet/writer/artist on a starter pack,✂️
I'm not a b0t or ai, but you can block me if i seem sus?
I am so old that the Great Unconformity may be a result of my toddler years
I'm here to shout into the void
not my main
I'm not a b0t or ai, but you can block me if i seem sus?
I am so old that the Great Unconformity may be a result of my toddler years
I'm here to shout into the void
not my main
I think that, for "letting go" purposes, it might be OK to think on the fact that her back is a Victor Hugo reference.
I'm no looker. But, I will bring that thought to mind when we cross paths. &, perhaps, hum that Disney song about the bells each time I hear the gossip of me that she spread.
I'm no looker. But, I will bring that thought to mind when we cross paths. &, perhaps, hum that Disney song about the bells each time I hear the gossip of me that she spread.
December 1, 2025 at 8:49 AM
I think that, for "letting go" purposes, it might be OK to think on the fact that her back is a Victor Hugo reference.
I'm no looker. But, I will bring that thought to mind when we cross paths. &, perhaps, hum that Disney song about the bells each time I hear the gossip of me that she spread.
I'm no looker. But, I will bring that thought to mind when we cross paths. &, perhaps, hum that Disney song about the bells each time I hear the gossip of me that she spread.
On an annoying question:
What do you think of him?
I think you ask me this every 4-5 weeks, that you count the days until it seems acceptable to ask again.
What do think of him?
That he is a symbol to you, that you don't like the man at all.
1/2
What do you think of him?
I think you ask me this every 4-5 weeks, that you count the days until it seems acceptable to ask again.
What do think of him?
That he is a symbol to you, that you don't like the man at all.
1/2
November 7, 2025 at 11:30 AM
On an annoying question:
What do you think of him?
I think you ask me this every 4-5 weeks, that you count the days until it seems acceptable to ask again.
What do think of him?
That he is a symbol to you, that you don't like the man at all.
1/2
What do you think of him?
I think you ask me this every 4-5 weeks, that you count the days until it seems acceptable to ask again.
What do think of him?
That he is a symbol to you, that you don't like the man at all.
1/2
What do you think of him?
That you're not "just making conversation."
What do you think of him?
That I will maintain his privacy.
2/2
That you're not "just making conversation."
What do you think of him?
That I will maintain his privacy.
2/2
November 7, 2025 at 11:29 AM
What do you think of him?
That you're not "just making conversation."
What do you think of him?
That I will maintain his privacy.
2/2
That you're not "just making conversation."
What do you think of him?
That I will maintain his privacy.
2/2
I am confused by touchers
folx who live their physical platonic lives in the intimate zone
I need consent to be comfortable hugging a friend
they mindlessly push hair back
comfortingly touch an arm
physical support
where i would put emotional voice or logical support
are they the touchstones?
folx who live their physical platonic lives in the intimate zone
I need consent to be comfortable hugging a friend
they mindlessly push hair back
comfortingly touch an arm
physical support
where i would put emotional voice or logical support
are they the touchstones?
November 3, 2025 at 3:13 AM
I am confused by touchers
folx who live their physical platonic lives in the intimate zone
I need consent to be comfortable hugging a friend
they mindlessly push hair back
comfortingly touch an arm
physical support
where i would put emotional voice or logical support
are they the touchstones?
folx who live their physical platonic lives in the intimate zone
I need consent to be comfortable hugging a friend
they mindlessly push hair back
comfortingly touch an arm
physical support
where i would put emotional voice or logical support
are they the touchstones?
i need to breathe
I need to sing
i need to heal
I need to lance wounds
i need comfort
I need passion
i need compassion
I need to hit👏🏼those👏🏼goals👏🏼
i need to love
I need to be ✨️inspired✨️
i need a cookie
I could have a cookie
🍪
I need to sing
i need to heal
I need to lance wounds
i need comfort
I need passion
i need compassion
I need to hit👏🏼those👏🏼goals👏🏼
i need to love
I need to be ✨️inspired✨️
i need a cookie
I could have a cookie
🍪
October 28, 2025 at 12:41 AM
i need to breathe
I need to sing
i need to heal
I need to lance wounds
i need comfort
I need passion
i need compassion
I need to hit👏🏼those👏🏼goals👏🏼
i need to love
I need to be ✨️inspired✨️
i need a cookie
I could have a cookie
🍪
I need to sing
i need to heal
I need to lance wounds
i need comfort
I need passion
i need compassion
I need to hit👏🏼those👏🏼goals👏🏼
i need to love
I need to be ✨️inspired✨️
i need a cookie
I could have a cookie
🍪
A hurricane, a coyote, & a spider walk into a bar
Lightning flashes & the múcuru serves them pitorro
Spider blinks 3 eyes & receives aguardente.
Coyote laughs & receives raicilla
They all enjoy their drinks to the music of lively band of rat & coqui, then depart to their evening work.
People die.
Lightning flashes & the múcuru serves them pitorro
Spider blinks 3 eyes & receives aguardente.
Coyote laughs & receives raicilla
They all enjoy their drinks to the music of lively band of rat & coqui, then depart to their evening work.
People die.
October 27, 2025 at 4:03 AM
A hurricane, a coyote, & a spider walk into a bar
Lightning flashes & the múcuru serves them pitorro
Spider blinks 3 eyes & receives aguardente.
Coyote laughs & receives raicilla
They all enjoy their drinks to the music of lively band of rat & coqui, then depart to their evening work.
People die.
Lightning flashes & the múcuru serves them pitorro
Spider blinks 3 eyes & receives aguardente.
Coyote laughs & receives raicilla
They all enjoy their drinks to the music of lively band of rat & coqui, then depart to their evening work.
People die.
the last procedure was empowerment
this was temerity
Everything is happening with due thought, deliberation, caution
Yet, here I spin - directionless
too much, too much
2/?
this was temerity
Everything is happening with due thought, deliberation, caution
Yet, here I spin - directionless
too much, too much
2/?
October 27, 2025 at 3:10 AM
the last procedure was empowerment
this was temerity
Everything is happening with due thought, deliberation, caution
Yet, here I spin - directionless
too much, too much
2/?
this was temerity
Everything is happening with due thought, deliberation, caution
Yet, here I spin - directionless
too much, too much
2/?
in process,
matching outsides & emotional insides
seeking a safe enough space in the middle
from which I can move in any whimsical direction
one tiny, practical, semi permanent procedure sent me into a tailspin
too much, too much
1/?
matching outsides & emotional insides
seeking a safe enough space in the middle
from which I can move in any whimsical direction
one tiny, practical, semi permanent procedure sent me into a tailspin
too much, too much
1/?
October 27, 2025 at 2:39 AM
in process,
matching outsides & emotional insides
seeking a safe enough space in the middle
from which I can move in any whimsical direction
one tiny, practical, semi permanent procedure sent me into a tailspin
too much, too much
1/?
matching outsides & emotional insides
seeking a safe enough space in the middle
from which I can move in any whimsical direction
one tiny, practical, semi permanent procedure sent me into a tailspin
too much, too much
1/?
I don't like that someone i know saw some of my unfinished work.
I guess that's more a comment on my needing to be fussy into a notepad before posting.
But, I will not. That negates the "shouting into the void" feeling of release I get when I post.
I guess that's more a comment on my needing to be fussy into a notepad before posting.
But, I will not. That negates the "shouting into the void" feeling of release I get when I post.
October 24, 2025 at 7:19 AM
I don't like that someone i know saw some of my unfinished work.
I guess that's more a comment on my needing to be fussy into a notepad before posting.
But, I will not. That negates the "shouting into the void" feeling of release I get when I post.
I guess that's more a comment on my needing to be fussy into a notepad before posting.
But, I will not. That negates the "shouting into the void" feeling of release I get when I post.
I keep look to my old writing, ruminating.
It's not healthy.
I should clear my head-
stare at the stars in the dark sky,
lose my ego in the viewing of a soothingly cold & infinite universe-
just a brief moment of existential self indulgence before trying to write, or read, or be
It's not healthy.
I should clear my head-
stare at the stars in the dark sky,
lose my ego in the viewing of a soothingly cold & infinite universe-
just a brief moment of existential self indulgence before trying to write, or read, or be
October 15, 2025 at 2:31 AM
I keep look to my old writing, ruminating.
It's not healthy.
I should clear my head-
stare at the stars in the dark sky,
lose my ego in the viewing of a soothingly cold & infinite universe-
just a brief moment of existential self indulgence before trying to write, or read, or be
It's not healthy.
I should clear my head-
stare at the stars in the dark sky,
lose my ego in the viewing of a soothingly cold & infinite universe-
just a brief moment of existential self indulgence before trying to write, or read, or be
That's it though, it wasn't love.
I don't know what this is.
But, it hurts
& is frightening.
and I don't want to hear how you think about me.
(5)
I don't know what this is.
But, it hurts
& is frightening.
and I don't want to hear how you think about me.
(5)
October 14, 2025 at 3:39 AM
That's it though, it wasn't love.
I don't know what this is.
But, it hurts
& is frightening.
and I don't want to hear how you think about me.
(5)
I don't know what this is.
But, it hurts
& is frightening.
and I don't want to hear how you think about me.
(5)
I want to shout with rage I AM NOT THAT MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL YOU ENVISION. I NEVER WAS. I AM NOT AN NPC. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I can't though. Even anger could potentially feed him.
(4)
I can't though. Even anger could potentially feed him.
(4)
October 14, 2025 at 3:34 AM
I want to shout with rage I AM NOT THAT MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL YOU ENVISION. I NEVER WAS. I AM NOT AN NPC. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I can't though. Even anger could potentially feed him.
(4)
I can't though. Even anger could potentially feed him.
(4)
-i have done a cord cutting spell.
Yet, if I move to a new form of social media, he pops up there in a month's time.
and follows me
then posts about yearning for the past
message:
How are you?
I'm bored in the life of a father
talk to me, please
(3)
Yet, if I move to a new form of social media, he pops up there in a month's time.
and follows me
then posts about yearning for the past
message:
How are you?
I'm bored in the life of a father
talk to me, please
(3)
October 14, 2025 at 3:34 AM
-i have done a cord cutting spell.
Yet, if I move to a new form of social media, he pops up there in a month's time.
and follows me
then posts about yearning for the past
message:
How are you?
I'm bored in the life of a father
talk to me, please
(3)
Yet, if I move to a new form of social media, he pops up there in a month's time.
and follows me
then posts about yearning for the past
message:
How are you?
I'm bored in the life of a father
talk to me, please
(3)
Yet, every few years, when I settle down
my life chugging along
when I become open with my joy
he finds a new way to show me that he still keeps my heart in a drawer.
message:
How are you?
We used to have fun, didn't we?
It hurts fresh.
(2)
my life chugging along
when I become open with my joy
he finds a new way to show me that he still keeps my heart in a drawer.
message:
How are you?
We used to have fun, didn't we?
It hurts fresh.
(2)
October 14, 2025 at 3:33 AM
Yet, every few years, when I settle down
my life chugging along
when I become open with my joy
he finds a new way to show me that he still keeps my heart in a drawer.
message:
How are you?
We used to have fun, didn't we?
It hurts fresh.
(2)
my life chugging along
when I become open with my joy
he finds a new way to show me that he still keeps my heart in a drawer.
message:
How are you?
We used to have fun, didn't we?
It hurts fresh.
(2)
When I was younger, I gave my hear to a reckless young man, and he never gave it back.
I grew a new one. I moved on.
But our threads wove together, even when apart.
I've blocked him on everything
I have burned each thread individually and with intention
(1)
I grew a new one. I moved on.
But our threads wove together, even when apart.
I've blocked him on everything
I have burned each thread individually and with intention
(1)
October 14, 2025 at 3:33 AM
When I was younger, I gave my hear to a reckless young man, and he never gave it back.
I grew a new one. I moved on.
But our threads wove together, even when apart.
I've blocked him on everything
I have burned each thread individually and with intention
(1)
I grew a new one. I moved on.
But our threads wove together, even when apart.
I've blocked him on everything
I have burned each thread individually and with intention
(1)
i'm tired of reaching out towards people who won't turn to me
I'm tired of being unwanted in the lives of those i hold dear
i'm tired of my pets being the ones who hold me dear
i won't die from neglect
but I no longer see a point in staying here
i can be alone anywhere
I'm tired of being unwanted in the lives of those i hold dear
i'm tired of my pets being the ones who hold me dear
i won't die from neglect
but I no longer see a point in staying here
i can be alone anywhere
September 24, 2025 at 5:51 AM
i'm tired of reaching out towards people who won't turn to me
I'm tired of being unwanted in the lives of those i hold dear
i'm tired of my pets being the ones who hold me dear
i won't die from neglect
but I no longer see a point in staying here
i can be alone anywhere
I'm tired of being unwanted in the lives of those i hold dear
i'm tired of my pets being the ones who hold me dear
i won't die from neglect
but I no longer see a point in staying here
i can be alone anywhere
i miss her
i miss the quiet smile when she's pleased
i miss the engagement the thoughts
the banter
the rare encouragement
that curl that never straightens
i don't miss her
i don't miss the voice, w/barbs & catches
the bored manipulation of perspective
the whispers
the grudges
that curl of disgust
i miss the quiet smile when she's pleased
i miss the engagement the thoughts
the banter
the rare encouragement
that curl that never straightens
i don't miss her
i don't miss the voice, w/barbs & catches
the bored manipulation of perspective
the whispers
the grudges
that curl of disgust
August 23, 2025 at 9:26 PM
i miss her
i miss the quiet smile when she's pleased
i miss the engagement the thoughts
the banter
the rare encouragement
that curl that never straightens
i don't miss her
i don't miss the voice, w/barbs & catches
the bored manipulation of perspective
the whispers
the grudges
that curl of disgust
i miss the quiet smile when she's pleased
i miss the engagement the thoughts
the banter
the rare encouragement
that curl that never straightens
i don't miss her
i don't miss the voice, w/barbs & catches
the bored manipulation of perspective
the whispers
the grudges
that curl of disgust
Edited something from last night for symmetry, )re?)post coming
August 23, 2025 at 9:26 PM
Edited something from last night for symmetry, )re?)post coming
Past experience has taught me how to paddle with my hand.
With no compass, all possible journeys lead through the unknown to nebulous locations.
I am built to charge into the darkness with fire and passion in my heart.
I am so tired.
With no compass, all possible journeys lead through the unknown to nebulous locations.
I am built to charge into the darkness with fire and passion in my heart.
I am so tired.
August 17, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Past experience has taught me how to paddle with my hand.
With no compass, all possible journeys lead through the unknown to nebulous locations.
I am built to charge into the darkness with fire and passion in my heart.
I am so tired.
With no compass, all possible journeys lead through the unknown to nebulous locations.
I am built to charge into the darkness with fire and passion in my heart.
I am so tired.
Without him, I have the sky, the sea, the open road, and endless possibility.
Without her I am adrift in that endless possibility.
Without her I am adrift in that endless possibility.
August 17, 2025 at 1:16 AM
Without him, I have the sky, the sea, the open road, and endless possibility.
Without her I am adrift in that endless possibility.
Without her I am adrift in that endless possibility.
Twigs in my beer.
Not thinking, I fear,
I threw it at him-
Bastard.
Not thinking, I fear,
I threw it at him-
Bastard.
July 21, 2025 at 2:34 AM
Twigs in my beer.
Not thinking, I fear,
I threw it at him-
Bastard.
Not thinking, I fear,
I threw it at him-
Bastard.
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June 24, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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i am a HAM radio that sometimes tunes randomly. at times interesting, fun, archaic, and/or useful. but, sometimes i can be the metaphorical jolting scream of static in a quiet room.
June 20, 2025 at 3:22 AM
i am a HAM radio that sometimes tunes randomly. at times interesting, fun, archaic, and/or useful. but, sometimes i can be the metaphorical jolting scream of static in a quiet room.
i am holding on
because i see what you're walking towards
I've been on that cliff
I've jumped
i survived
;
i have said those jokes
& angsty comments,
the passionate viewpoint on self determination
i see you walking my path
i am conflicted
2/3
because i see what you're walking towards
I've been on that cliff
I've jumped
i survived
;
i have said those jokes
& angsty comments,
the passionate viewpoint on self determination
i see you walking my path
i am conflicted
2/3
June 18, 2025 at 2:19 AM
i am holding on
because i see what you're walking towards
I've been on that cliff
I've jumped
i survived
;
i have said those jokes
& angsty comments,
the passionate viewpoint on self determination
i see you walking my path
i am conflicted
2/3
because i see what you're walking towards
I've been on that cliff
I've jumped
i survived
;
i have said those jokes
& angsty comments,
the passionate viewpoint on self determination
i see you walking my path
i am conflicted
2/3