Michael Stoneburner
@mstoneburner.bsky.social
Author of the award-winning He Was A Boy Who Smiled, best-selling LGBT+ fantasy Silver and critically acclaimed short story anthology Shorts. All the while independently published!!
🦄🐦🔥🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
🦄🐦🔥🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Withering
away.
away.
September 29, 2025 at 10:38 AM
Withering
away.
away.
You really do learn,
when you clean the dust
depressing your ears
polish the eyewear
from anxiety's smears
who stays to help with the work
who stays to see how you fare
and who is thereafter,
when all the blood sweat tears
washed away, you now anew,
who lingers thereafter
and are worthy of you.
when you clean the dust
depressing your ears
polish the eyewear
from anxiety's smears
who stays to help with the work
who stays to see how you fare
and who is thereafter,
when all the blood sweat tears
washed away, you now anew,
who lingers thereafter
and are worthy of you.
July 21, 2025 at 4:28 AM
You really do learn,
when you clean the dust
depressing your ears
polish the eyewear
from anxiety's smears
who stays to help with the work
who stays to see how you fare
and who is thereafter,
when all the blood sweat tears
washed away, you now anew,
who lingers thereafter
and are worthy of you.
when you clean the dust
depressing your ears
polish the eyewear
from anxiety's smears
who stays to help with the work
who stays to see how you fare
and who is thereafter,
when all the blood sweat tears
washed away, you now anew,
who lingers thereafter
and are worthy of you.
There is a tree
outside my space
that grows beneath me.
I wonder who it once was.
outside my space
that grows beneath me.
I wonder who it once was.
June 23, 2025 at 12:28 AM
There is a tree
outside my space
that grows beneath me.
I wonder who it once was.
outside my space
that grows beneath me.
I wonder who it once was.
Please don't ask me where
I am, without any doubt
my steps are sinking.
I am, without any doubt
my steps are sinking.
May 28, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Please don't ask me where
I am, without any doubt
my steps are sinking.
I am, without any doubt
my steps are sinking.
Humanity has the ability to live in harmony within itself once it removes the desire to define it.
April 30, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Humanity has the ability to live in harmony within itself once it removes the desire to define it.
She chose me one day
rescued, forehead to forehead
Years on lap purring.
rescued, forehead to forehead
Years on lap purring.
March 25, 2025 at 12:29 AM
She chose me one day
rescued, forehead to forehead
Years on lap purring.
rescued, forehead to forehead
Years on lap purring.
Reposted by Michael Stoneburner
my house gives me calm.
outside, cruelty permeates,
torturous intent
destroys hope and innocence.
barely even 9am.
outside, cruelty permeates,
torturous intent
destroys hope and innocence.
barely even 9am.
March 20, 2025 at 10:37 PM
my house gives me calm.
outside, cruelty permeates,
torturous intent
destroys hope and innocence.
barely even 9am.
outside, cruelty permeates,
torturous intent
destroys hope and innocence.
barely even 9am.
Reposted by Michael Stoneburner
I saw the fairies
They glide from their thrones above
Upon the laundry
They glide from their thrones above
Upon the laundry
March 19, 2025 at 11:55 PM
I saw the fairies
They glide from their thrones above
Upon the laundry
They glide from their thrones above
Upon the laundry
Wake up to the smoke
the sky is falling and they
burn us to catch it.
the sky is falling and they
burn us to catch it.
March 19, 2025 at 11:53 PM
Wake up to the smoke
the sky is falling and they
burn us to catch it.
the sky is falling and they
burn us to catch it.
March 5, 2025 at 11:18 PM
The strange and the weird
exude from around you
unknowingly bringing joy
exude from around you
unknowingly bringing joy
The strange and the weird
Emanate from within you
Know it brings me joy
Emanate from within you
Know it brings me joy
March 4, 2025 at 4:53 AM
The strange and the weird
exude from around you
unknowingly bringing joy
exude from around you
unknowingly bringing joy
Waking up to wrong
and not remembering when
Everything was right.
and not remembering when
Everything was right.
February 12, 2025 at 12:42 AM
Waking up to wrong
and not remembering when
Everything was right.
and not remembering when
Everything was right.
Crisp air of premonitions
the march of minorities
delayed flights, nuances
a quick trend of perturb
onto the next to the next
till we make a full circle
and woman are
and gays are
and blacks are
and trans are
and children are
and marginalised are
still dying.
the march of minorities
delayed flights, nuances
a quick trend of perturb
onto the next to the next
till we make a full circle
and woman are
and gays are
and blacks are
and trans are
and children are
and marginalised are
still dying.
February 3, 2025 at 3:43 AM
Crisp air of premonitions
the march of minorities
delayed flights, nuances
a quick trend of perturb
onto the next to the next
till we make a full circle
and woman are
and gays are
and blacks are
and trans are
and children are
and marginalised are
still dying.
the march of minorities
delayed flights, nuances
a quick trend of perturb
onto the next to the next
till we make a full circle
and woman are
and gays are
and blacks are
and trans are
and children are
and marginalised are
still dying.
Recently diagnosed with autism and my psychologist asked me how I felt about that. I said it might not make sense but I am angry. When she asked why I couldn't explain. Until she asked if it was because I didn't get the diagnosis as a child. Another example of how adults failed my childhood.
January 29, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Recently diagnosed with autism and my psychologist asked me how I felt about that. I said it might not make sense but I am angry. When she asked why I couldn't explain. Until she asked if it was because I didn't get the diagnosis as a child. Another example of how adults failed my childhood.
Why do you leave me unread,
the phone unsaid;
all the things I needed to hear
you were nowhere;
uninstalled us today
and not a blink,
a dry eye said everything
that needed to be bled
about what wasn't us;
a long list of what was we
now again me.
the phone unsaid;
all the things I needed to hear
you were nowhere;
uninstalled us today
and not a blink,
a dry eye said everything
that needed to be bled
about what wasn't us;
a long list of what was we
now again me.
January 21, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Why do you leave me unread,
the phone unsaid;
all the things I needed to hear
you were nowhere;
uninstalled us today
and not a blink,
a dry eye said everything
that needed to be bled
about what wasn't us;
a long list of what was we
now again me.
the phone unsaid;
all the things I needed to hear
you were nowhere;
uninstalled us today
and not a blink,
a dry eye said everything
that needed to be bled
about what wasn't us;
a long list of what was we
now again me.
Reposted by Michael Stoneburner
Miniscule raindrops
Waltzing together across
The kitchen window
Waltzing together across
The kitchen window
January 19, 2025 at 3:41 AM
Miniscule raindrops
Waltzing together across
The kitchen window
Waltzing together across
The kitchen window
A dark spirit came to me
I wrote it poetry.
The walls wept,
the floors bled,
The ceilings cracked above my head.
It read my words over
light between the lines
and forever lay there
wishing what was theirs
wasn't really mine.
I wrote it poetry.
The walls wept,
the floors bled,
The ceilings cracked above my head.
It read my words over
light between the lines
and forever lay there
wishing what was theirs
wasn't really mine.
January 18, 2025 at 9:10 PM
A dark spirit came to me
I wrote it poetry.
The walls wept,
the floors bled,
The ceilings cracked above my head.
It read my words over
light between the lines
and forever lay there
wishing what was theirs
wasn't really mine.
I wrote it poetry.
The walls wept,
the floors bled,
The ceilings cracked above my head.
It read my words over
light between the lines
and forever lay there
wishing what was theirs
wasn't really mine.
The analogy of the slug in the well. Or was it a mathematical word problem? No idea. But it feels like it's a slide up and two slides back kind of life and I just want out of the well.
January 17, 2025 at 11:34 PM
The analogy of the slug in the well. Or was it a mathematical word problem? No idea. But it feels like it's a slide up and two slides back kind of life and I just want out of the well.
Currently rebooting my life.
January 15, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Currently rebooting my life.
I love supporting artists. I love thinking outside of the norm. Beautiful book covers that help the beautiful words inside. Covers of HWABWS Hayden and Shorts by Else.
January 14, 2025 at 1:09 AM
I love supporting artists. I love thinking outside of the norm. Beautiful book covers that help the beautiful words inside. Covers of HWABWS Hayden and Shorts by Else.
There's no love like Christian hate.
January 9, 2025 at 12:34 AM
There's no love like Christian hate.
Reposted by Michael Stoneburner
When I remember
That ev'rybody else left
I love that you stayed
That ev'rybody else left
I love that you stayed
January 4, 2025 at 8:36 AM
When I remember
That ev'rybody else left
I love that you stayed
That ev'rybody else left
I love that you stayed
I dusted off my laptop and plugged it in to charge. Haven't touched it in over a month. I need purpose and it does too.
January 4, 2025 at 2:44 AM
I dusted off my laptop and plugged it in to charge. Haven't touched it in over a month. I need purpose and it does too.
Reposted by Michael Stoneburner
Grey swirling blankets
With menacing threats to drown
Innocent green blades
With menacing threats to drown
Innocent green blades
January 2, 2025 at 2:54 AM
Grey swirling blankets
With menacing threats to drown
Innocent green blades
With menacing threats to drown
Innocent green blades
@poloniumstone.bsky.social we started chatting on the blue bird 2011 and went on our first date 2012. Our 13th anniversary is coming up and here we are chatting away still. Love you.
January 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM
@poloniumstone.bsky.social we started chatting on the blue bird 2011 and went on our first date 2012. Our 13th anniversary is coming up and here we are chatting away still. Love you.