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Penitent Stranger
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I scream into the space behind the air’s skin, at the gods inside of the wires. Pilgrim, poet, and sometimes performer.
I just watch Rock & Rule and holy shit, it’s like it was made for me, it’s so goddamn good
May 15, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Ever since I’ve started listening to @sexfm.live my productivity has soared, I’m more confident, people are saying “damn, you look like a registered SexFMer”
February 14, 2025 at 11:46 PM
I’m always surprised when someone doesn’t know all about Lovecraft, the king in yellow, etc. I forget that’s not normal knowledge
February 2, 2025 at 5:47 PM
People talk about loneliness, but not the kind that isolated you at a spiritual level. The kind of rot that starts at the roots of your soul. Some people are born not intended to find kinship. The lattice of the stars spells for them only silent reflection and dreams.
January 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
The waves leave my soul torn
For every slight and sin
Now I weep and mourn
The life that could have been
January 8, 2025 at 2:03 AM
The waves leave my soul torn
For every slight and sin
Now I weep and mourn
The life that could have been
January 2, 2025 at 4:16 AM
Finally made a new reference sheet type deal for the stranger. Added a bunch of details for the lore I’m writing and a face for expressions
December 27, 2024 at 10:21 PM
I have a supreme confidence in my poems that I have in nothing else, though I hate to share them with anyone. They are the only part of me I look back on with love
November 20, 2024 at 6:49 PM
Reposted by Penitent Stranger
dried leaves—
the letters I've written
but never sent

#haiku #dailyhaikuprompt
November 20, 2024 at 12:43 PM
Still crazy to me that possibly my favorite poem found it’s way to me on a standardized test so long ago #poetry
November 20, 2024 at 6:23 PM
I think the two best parts of humanity are the capacity for art and capacity to befriend animals
November 18, 2024 at 1:44 PM
We manufacture angels
To chase away the demons
Of billionaire apologists
Who call your peace a treason
So as you sit and think of all
the things that have been done
The only thing not bought and sold
the warmth of the sun
November 12, 2024 at 12:22 AM
The faith that long has left me
On the empty road I ride
The men I’ve fought and killed
In the mirror of my eyes

The face I don’t remember
A soul that I can’t see
Chipping away the edges
Until there’s nothing left of me
November 12, 2024 at 12:17 AM
It is a gossamer strand which divides poetry from madness
November 12, 2024 at 12:16 AM