Pensive
@pensivelyme.bsky.social
Writing a poem as often as possible, while dealing with being a workaholic.
My friend, you've inspired
an incredible kindness.
I hope you are well.
an incredible kindness.
I hope you are well.
January 1, 2026 at 4:33 AM
My friend, you've inspired
an incredible kindness.
I hope you are well.
an incredible kindness.
I hope you are well.
I envy those who
Can still sing Auld Lang Syne with
No tears in their cup.
Can still sing Auld Lang Syne with
No tears in their cup.
December 31, 2025 at 6:11 AM
I envy those who
Can still sing Auld Lang Syne with
No tears in their cup.
Can still sing Auld Lang Syne with
No tears in their cup.
Dec 29th 2025- #57
Today, someone called me funny
It’s not how I would describe me.
Usually, I’m the bitch that,
Obliviously, had said that.
Or I’m the one trying to charm
And ends up causing someone harm.
Today, someone called me funny
It’s not how I would describe me.
Usually, I’m the bitch that,
Obliviously, had said that.
Or I’m the one trying to charm
And ends up causing someone harm.
December 30, 2025 at 5:54 AM
Dec 29th 2025- #57
Today, someone called me funny
It’s not how I would describe me.
Usually, I’m the bitch that,
Obliviously, had said that.
Or I’m the one trying to charm
And ends up causing someone harm.
Today, someone called me funny
It’s not how I would describe me.
Usually, I’m the bitch that,
Obliviously, had said that.
Or I’m the one trying to charm
And ends up causing someone harm.
Dec 28th 2025- #56
Don't tell me to not work so hard.
I'm doing it for me. Discard
The outlook that I should regard
Quality work as something marred.
To me it's not. It's just been scarred
In my soul to simply work hard.
Don't tell me to not work so hard.
I'm doing it for me. Discard
The outlook that I should regard
Quality work as something marred.
To me it's not. It's just been scarred
In my soul to simply work hard.
December 29, 2025 at 3:58 AM
Dec 28th 2025- #56
Don't tell me to not work so hard.
I'm doing it for me. Discard
The outlook that I should regard
Quality work as something marred.
To me it's not. It's just been scarred
In my soul to simply work hard.
Don't tell me to not work so hard.
I'm doing it for me. Discard
The outlook that I should regard
Quality work as something marred.
To me it's not. It's just been scarred
In my soul to simply work hard.
Dec 27th 2025- #55
I’ve stopped offering to be careful;
Instead, I agree to live life well.
I’m not always sure the difference,
But hope loved ones feel the deference.
In case I am not here tomorrow,
I enjoy today without sorrow.
I’ve stopped offering to be careful;
Instead, I agree to live life well.
I’m not always sure the difference,
But hope loved ones feel the deference.
In case I am not here tomorrow,
I enjoy today without sorrow.
December 28, 2025 at 1:37 AM
Dec 27th 2025- #55
I’ve stopped offering to be careful;
Instead, I agree to live life well.
I’m not always sure the difference,
But hope loved ones feel the deference.
In case I am not here tomorrow,
I enjoy today without sorrow.
I’ve stopped offering to be careful;
Instead, I agree to live life well.
I’m not always sure the difference,
But hope loved ones feel the deference.
In case I am not here tomorrow,
I enjoy today without sorrow.
Dec 26th 2025- #54
She calls it limerence,
An emotional dance
Of desired connection
From someone's deflection.
I call it agony,
Draped inside satiny
Whole infatuation,
Pending devastation.
She calls it limerence,
An emotional dance
Of desired connection
From someone's deflection.
I call it agony,
Draped inside satiny
Whole infatuation,
Pending devastation.
December 26, 2025 at 6:48 PM
Dec 26th 2025- #54
She calls it limerence,
An emotional dance
Of desired connection
From someone's deflection.
I call it agony,
Draped inside satiny
Whole infatuation,
Pending devastation.
She calls it limerence,
An emotional dance
Of desired connection
From someone's deflection.
I call it agony,
Draped inside satiny
Whole infatuation,
Pending devastation.
Dec 25th 2025- #53
The cold solitude of
Christmas night on a porch
Drowns out the warmth and love
Of memories from yore.
I can’t say it’s wrong though.
The chill helps me focus
As I try to forgo
My locus amoenus.
The cold solitude of
Christmas night on a porch
Drowns out the warmth and love
Of memories from yore.
I can’t say it’s wrong though.
The chill helps me focus
As I try to forgo
My locus amoenus.
December 26, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Dec 25th 2025- #53
The cold solitude of
Christmas night on a porch
Drowns out the warmth and love
Of memories from yore.
I can’t say it’s wrong though.
The chill helps me focus
As I try to forgo
My locus amoenus.
The cold solitude of
Christmas night on a porch
Drowns out the warmth and love
Of memories from yore.
I can’t say it’s wrong though.
The chill helps me focus
As I try to forgo
My locus amoenus.
December 24th, 2025- #52
He called me selfish
And she called me mean.
I struggle now with
The ways that I’m seen.
He calls me selfish
Because he doesn’t see
All the small, hellish
Do for them, not me.
She says that I’m mean,
Since my lips don’t drip
Honey from their seams
And I let out quips.
He called me selfish
And she called me mean.
I struggle now with
The ways that I’m seen.
He calls me selfish
Because he doesn’t see
All the small, hellish
Do for them, not me.
She says that I’m mean,
Since my lips don’t drip
Honey from their seams
And I let out quips.
December 25, 2025 at 6:18 AM
December 24th, 2025- #52
He called me selfish
And she called me mean.
I struggle now with
The ways that I’m seen.
He calls me selfish
Because he doesn’t see
All the small, hellish
Do for them, not me.
She says that I’m mean,
Since my lips don’t drip
Honey from their seams
And I let out quips.
He called me selfish
And she called me mean.
I struggle now with
The ways that I’m seen.
He calls me selfish
Because he doesn’t see
All the small, hellish
Do for them, not me.
She says that I’m mean,
Since my lips don’t drip
Honey from their seams
And I let out quips.
Dec 22nd 2025- #51
Nothing quite like watching
Christian nationalist
Whittle down joy, notching
You in to their hate list.
Why have a panic attack
In a Christmas light drive through?
Because all their hate speech stacks
Till there's nothing we can do.
Nothing quite like watching
Christian nationalist
Whittle down joy, notching
You in to their hate list.
Why have a panic attack
In a Christmas light drive through?
Because all their hate speech stacks
Till there's nothing we can do.
December 23, 2025 at 6:15 AM
Dec 22nd 2025- #51
Nothing quite like watching
Christian nationalist
Whittle down joy, notching
You in to their hate list.
Why have a panic attack
In a Christmas light drive through?
Because all their hate speech stacks
Till there's nothing we can do.
Nothing quite like watching
Christian nationalist
Whittle down joy, notching
You in to their hate list.
Why have a panic attack
In a Christmas light drive through?
Because all their hate speech stacks
Till there's nothing we can do.
Dec 21st 2025- #50
Movie nights with friends.
The kinds of calm nights you wish
Didn't need to end.
Movie nights with friends.
The kinds of calm nights you wish
Didn't need to end.
December 22, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Dec 21st 2025- #50
Movie nights with friends.
The kinds of calm nights you wish
Didn't need to end.
Movie nights with friends.
The kinds of calm nights you wish
Didn't need to end.
Dec 20th 2025- #49
Officially, a small percentage there.
Unofficially, I feel further now.
So here's to another step closer,
May the steps I'm taking build up somehow.
Officially, a small percentage there.
Unofficially, I feel further now.
So here's to another step closer,
May the steps I'm taking build up somehow.
December 21, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Dec 20th 2025- #49
Officially, a small percentage there.
Unofficially, I feel further now.
So here's to another step closer,
May the steps I'm taking build up somehow.
Officially, a small percentage there.
Unofficially, I feel further now.
So here's to another step closer,
May the steps I'm taking build up somehow.
Dec 19th 2025- #48
I'm already feeling the lull,
That gentle ever sleeplike pull
To give in and to surrender.
The odds of success grow slender
For now my body needs some rest,
For tomorrow I'll give my best,
Forever, in me, I invest.
I'm already feeling the lull,
That gentle ever sleeplike pull
To give in and to surrender.
The odds of success grow slender
For now my body needs some rest,
For tomorrow I'll give my best,
Forever, in me, I invest.
December 20, 2025 at 6:44 AM
Dec 19th 2025- #48
I'm already feeling the lull,
That gentle ever sleeplike pull
To give in and to surrender.
The odds of success grow slender
For now my body needs some rest,
For tomorrow I'll give my best,
Forever, in me, I invest.
I'm already feeling the lull,
That gentle ever sleeplike pull
To give in and to surrender.
The odds of success grow slender
For now my body needs some rest,
For tomorrow I'll give my best,
Forever, in me, I invest.
Dec 18th 2025- #47
It obviously bothers me.
My tone is off, but I don’t hear
The shift. My words get much more blunt,
But I dodge the questions the best
I can. I’m not upset I say.
Everyone around can tell though,
But I still live in denial.
It obviously bothers me.
My tone is off, but I don’t hear
The shift. My words get much more blunt,
But I dodge the questions the best
I can. I’m not upset I say.
Everyone around can tell though,
But I still live in denial.
December 19, 2025 at 6:16 AM
Dec 18th 2025- #47
It obviously bothers me.
My tone is off, but I don’t hear
The shift. My words get much more blunt,
But I dodge the questions the best
I can. I’m not upset I say.
Everyone around can tell though,
But I still live in denial.
It obviously bothers me.
My tone is off, but I don’t hear
The shift. My words get much more blunt,
But I dodge the questions the best
I can. I’m not upset I say.
Everyone around can tell though,
But I still live in denial.
Dec 17th 2025- #46
I grew up drowning on
words bigger than my peers
Entire known lexicon.
But still my inner fears
Paralyzed the words in
The back of my tensed throat.
The words formed like ocean
Waves crashing on a boat.
I grew up drowning on
words bigger than my peers
Entire known lexicon.
But still my inner fears
Paralyzed the words in
The back of my tensed throat.
The words formed like ocean
Waves crashing on a boat.
December 18, 2025 at 5:47 AM
Dec 17th 2025- #46
I grew up drowning on
words bigger than my peers
Entire known lexicon.
But still my inner fears
Paralyzed the words in
The back of my tensed throat.
The words formed like ocean
Waves crashing on a boat.
I grew up drowning on
words bigger than my peers
Entire known lexicon.
But still my inner fears
Paralyzed the words in
The back of my tensed throat.
The words formed like ocean
Waves crashing on a boat.
Dec 16th, 2025- #45
Relearning to talk at this age
Feels like a joke on drama stage
But maybe this is missing piece
To bring myself a sort of peace.
I feel it is well worth the chance
Even with my dour hesitance
Relearning to talk at this age
Feels like a joke on drama stage
But maybe this is missing piece
To bring myself a sort of peace.
I feel it is well worth the chance
Even with my dour hesitance
December 17, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Dec 16th, 2025- #45
Relearning to talk at this age
Feels like a joke on drama stage
But maybe this is missing piece
To bring myself a sort of peace.
I feel it is well worth the chance
Even with my dour hesitance
Relearning to talk at this age
Feels like a joke on drama stage
But maybe this is missing piece
To bring myself a sort of peace.
I feel it is well worth the chance
Even with my dour hesitance
Dec 15th, 2025- #44
I started praying again
Not to any god per say
But I let out a short train
Of words wishing you “good day”.
I pray for sunrise pictures
That you are truly proud of.
I pray for safe commutes in
Rush hour traffic both ways.
I pray for the deer in your town
I started praying again
Not to any god per say
But I let out a short train
Of words wishing you “good day”.
I pray for sunrise pictures
That you are truly proud of.
I pray for safe commutes in
Rush hour traffic both ways.
I pray for the deer in your town
December 16, 2025 at 6:04 AM
Dec 15th, 2025- #44
I started praying again
Not to any god per say
But I let out a short train
Of words wishing you “good day”.
I pray for sunrise pictures
That you are truly proud of.
I pray for safe commutes in
Rush hour traffic both ways.
I pray for the deer in your town
I started praying again
Not to any god per say
But I let out a short train
Of words wishing you “good day”.
I pray for sunrise pictures
That you are truly proud of.
I pray for safe commutes in
Rush hour traffic both ways.
I pray for the deer in your town
Dec 14th, 2025- #44
I wish that there were an upper
limit on the number of tears
we could weep from eyes that suffer
the indignity of our peers.
I wish that there were an upper
limit on the number of tears
we could weep from eyes that suffer
the indignity of our peers.
December 15, 2025 at 4:56 AM
Dec 14th, 2025- #44
I wish that there were an upper
limit on the number of tears
we could weep from eyes that suffer
the indignity of our peers.
I wish that there were an upper
limit on the number of tears
we could weep from eyes that suffer
the indignity of our peers.
Dec 13th, 2025- #43
So I'm taking tomorrow off
For one selfish, gratifying
Reason. I want to see your smile.
I want to watch your eyebrow twitch,
While the corners of your lips lose
Themselves in your cheeky dimples.
My friend is right. I need to get
over you, but I don't know how.
So I'm taking tomorrow off
For one selfish, gratifying
Reason. I want to see your smile.
I want to watch your eyebrow twitch,
While the corners of your lips lose
Themselves in your cheeky dimples.
My friend is right. I need to get
over you, but I don't know how.
December 14, 2025 at 6:24 AM
Dec 13th, 2025- #43
So I'm taking tomorrow off
For one selfish, gratifying
Reason. I want to see your smile.
I want to watch your eyebrow twitch,
While the corners of your lips lose
Themselves in your cheeky dimples.
My friend is right. I need to get
over you, but I don't know how.
So I'm taking tomorrow off
For one selfish, gratifying
Reason. I want to see your smile.
I want to watch your eyebrow twitch,
While the corners of your lips lose
Themselves in your cheeky dimples.
My friend is right. I need to get
over you, but I don't know how.
Dec 12th, 2025- #42
My feet hurt.
My back hurts.
Fifteen hours:
The day sours.
My feet hurt.
My back hurts.
Fifteen hours:
The day sours.
December 13, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Dec 12th, 2025- #42
My feet hurt.
My back hurts.
Fifteen hours:
The day sours.
My feet hurt.
My back hurts.
Fifteen hours:
The day sours.
Dec 11th, 2025- #41
Reconnect with old friends
over old interests,
the kinds that never end
just need to reinvest.
Little circles in life
overlapping with mine.
People keep my world rife
with the moments that shine.
Reconnect with old friends
over old interests,
the kinds that never end
just need to reinvest.
Little circles in life
overlapping with mine.
People keep my world rife
with the moments that shine.
December 12, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Dec 11th, 2025- #41
Reconnect with old friends
over old interests,
the kinds that never end
just need to reinvest.
Little circles in life
overlapping with mine.
People keep my world rife
with the moments that shine.
Reconnect with old friends
over old interests,
the kinds that never end
just need to reinvest.
Little circles in life
overlapping with mine.
People keep my world rife
with the moments that shine.
Dec 10th, 2025- #40
I’m not sure how
I will keep up
But if I slow
I just might stop.
I’m not sure how
I will keep up
But if I slow
I just might stop.
December 11, 2025 at 6:06 AM
Dec 10th, 2025- #40
I’m not sure how
I will keep up
But if I slow
I just might stop.
I’m not sure how
I will keep up
But if I slow
I just might stop.
Dec 9th, 2025- #39
I have always understood the world
As a personified percentile,
Like a planet sized spreadsheet swirled
Around a difficult domicile.
I have always understood the world
As a personified percentile,
Like a planet sized spreadsheet swirled
Around a difficult domicile.
December 10, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Dec 9th, 2025- #39
I have always understood the world
As a personified percentile,
Like a planet sized spreadsheet swirled
Around a difficult domicile.
I have always understood the world
As a personified percentile,
Like a planet sized spreadsheet swirled
Around a difficult domicile.
Dec 8th, 2025- #38
Today starts the rest of forever.
So I look the fates in their one eye
And declare this unto them: "Never,
Will this storm cease. It refuses to die."
Today starts the rest of forever.
So I look the fates in their one eye
And declare this unto them: "Never,
Will this storm cease. It refuses to die."
December 9, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Dec 8th, 2025- #38
Today starts the rest of forever.
So I look the fates in their one eye
And declare this unto them: "Never,
Will this storm cease. It refuses to die."
Today starts the rest of forever.
So I look the fates in their one eye
And declare this unto them: "Never,
Will this storm cease. It refuses to die."
Dec 7th, 2025- #37
I can't take another song,
where they sing that "we belong."
I can't stomach believing,
That these songs match my feelings,
But their just love songs to you.
While in every song, its you.
I can't take another song,
where they sing that "we belong."
I can't stomach believing,
That these songs match my feelings,
But their just love songs to you.
While in every song, its you.
December 7, 2025 at 9:48 PM
Dec 7th, 2025- #37
I can't take another song,
where they sing that "we belong."
I can't stomach believing,
That these songs match my feelings,
But their just love songs to you.
While in every song, its you.
I can't take another song,
where they sing that "we belong."
I can't stomach believing,
That these songs match my feelings,
But their just love songs to you.
While in every song, its you.
Dec 6th, 2025- #36
People say "You seem happier."
I'm glad I seem more radiant,
but the sadness is just gappier
or perhaps it's more gradient.
I still feel like I force my smiles,
Like I'm always choking back tears,
Like I'm unsure of who I am.
Like I'm defined by only fears.
People say "You seem happier."
I'm glad I seem more radiant,
but the sadness is just gappier
or perhaps it's more gradient.
I still feel like I force my smiles,
Like I'm always choking back tears,
Like I'm unsure of who I am.
Like I'm defined by only fears.
December 7, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Dec 6th, 2025- #36
People say "You seem happier."
I'm glad I seem more radiant,
but the sadness is just gappier
or perhaps it's more gradient.
I still feel like I force my smiles,
Like I'm always choking back tears,
Like I'm unsure of who I am.
Like I'm defined by only fears.
People say "You seem happier."
I'm glad I seem more radiant,
but the sadness is just gappier
or perhaps it's more gradient.
I still feel like I force my smiles,
Like I'm always choking back tears,
Like I'm unsure of who I am.
Like I'm defined by only fears.