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@silkenjoy.bsky.social
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📍Liverpool, England)

Currently in higher education. 🤓👩🏾‍🏫
Have interesting (~questionable) tastes in Books 📚, Poems…,Science 🧪 Facts, Gizmos and whatnot.
Greatly fond of Erin Hanson’s poetry 🪶.

Or… just an ant. 🐜
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silkenjoy.bsky.social
‘Sup #society.
Here’s a #poem for the worse side of you:

(Yes it’s #e.h ofc it is. )
Welcome to society, We hope you enjoy your stay, And please feel free to be yourself, As long as it's in the right way, Make sure you love your body, Not too much or we'll tear you down, We'll bully you for smiling, And then wonder why you frown, We'll tell you that you're worthless, That you shouldn't make a sound, And then cry with all the others, As you're buried in the ground, You can fall in love with anyone, As long as it's who we choose, And we'll let you have your opinions, But please shape them to our views, Welcome to society, We promise that we won't deceive, And one more rule now that you're here, There's no way you can leave. - Erin Hanson
December 15, 2025 at 7:55 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
I come to you today to introduce ‘Shadow of the #Minotaur’
I’ve never related to a book/myth lover nor felt so absolutely terrified for a character as uneasily yet perfectly as Phoenix.
The #cover, blurb and chapter 3 and 6 are below (there are many one-page sinister chapters)
#booksky 💙📚 #myths
The Legendeer. Play it if you dare. SHADOW OF THE MINOTAUR ALAN GIBBONS BLUE PETER BOOK AWARD WINNER 'Real life or the death defying adventures of the Greek myths, with their heroes and monsters, daring deeds and narrow escapes - which would you choose? For Phoenix it's easy. He hates his new home and the new school where he is bullied. He's embarrassed by his computer geek dad. But when he logs on to The Legendeer, the game his dad is working on, he can be a hero. He is Theseus fighting the terrifying Minotaur, or Perseus battling with snake-haired Medusa. It feels as though he's really there ... The Legendeer is more than just a game. Play it if you dare. BOOK ONE OF THE LEGENDEER TRILOGY Winner of the Blue Peter Book Award and shortlisted for the Carnegie Medal. 'terrific’ The Times 3 But it was going to get real, and sooner than either Phoenix or Dad dreamed. There was a message hidden among those bewildering sequences of numbers, a coded signal that might have made John Graves think twice about carrying on working for Glen Reede at all. A dizzying parade of threes, sixes and nines was flashing across the screen as the computer shut down. Did you enjoy your time in the labyrinth, my brave young Theseus? Did you feel the thrill of the dark, the enticing smell of your own death? How lucky you are to be able to come in on the most advanced levels. They're reserved for the players most deserving of a glorious demise. But you, you insignificant microbe, you get to face the greatest perils. What an oddity that your father is the most able programmer I've got, so you start at the top. Don't get over confident, though. I'm giving you a taster of the game, that's all. It is pathetic, really pathetic to watch you, a mere boy, trying to stand up to my magnificent beast. I might let you tread the slimy stones of his realm a little longer, teasing you. There are no free rides in this game. I promise you - this is just the beginning. 6 If numbers can groan, that's what they were doing as Phoenix went to get the phone. Dad decided to shut down. He knew all about teenagers' phone calls! As first one, then another of the multiples of three glowed on the screen, he wondered what they meant. How dare you? the hidden voice was saying. How dare you break off? You cannot walk away from the game so easily. There's a whole world waiting to play. You will have to learn respect, young warrior. You will have to learn to stand in awe of the game. It is part of you now, just as it is part of me. I felt it too when you broke free. There's a connection, something I haven't felt for so long. You were meant to play. Enjoy it while you can, boy-fighter. Soon, it will penetrate the soft underbelly of your undeserving world. There will be no peace for the innocent. You must play this game to the end. To the bitter end.
December 13, 2025 at 11:48 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Did anyone else’s Bluesky icon become so… Alive?
I mean it just pops on my phone screen.
Latest Bluesky app-face-thing
October 29, 2025 at 11:36 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
I love this restaurant. ❤️
Their aesthetic is just gorgeous. 🤩
I always try to get a seat near this artificial tree because ✨ VIBES ✨
(And food ofc. )
Cherry blossom- looking tree Views from underneath Ambient, orange lighting
October 29, 2025 at 11:19 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Is it better to have a “perfect solution” that you can’t enforce or “a weak solution everyone loves”?

Got this from a book I’m currently reading: ‘Raybearer’ by Jordan Ifueko.
Challenge you to find the #hidden something in the cover.
#question #book #undercoverBooksuggestion
#thoughts
Book cover. The title ‘Raybearer’ appears in a curved silver script at the top. The subtitle ‘Behold what is coming’ in gold appears bottom right corner above the author’s name ‘Jordan Ifueko’ in silver. The design has a rich mythical feel to it:- vines and leaves in deep red, green and gold-ish. Two lions—one looks like it’s roaring, and the other is upside down.
October 15, 2025 at 9:27 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Hmm,
I wanted to share this #poem from #SophiaThakur ‘s collection “Somebody give this #heart a #pen” ✨
Fidgeting - To you, the silence in this stillness is to be endured not experienced. It scratches at every anxious bone that you own. Do you find peace when you are alone? Or do you claw your laptop open chain your eyes to your phone trade your thoughts for someone else's? Too busy to impose on yourself for a moment. Be with yourself for a moment. Be yourself for a moment. Airplane mode everything but yourself for a moment. Be, for a moment. Don't speak for a moment. For a moment embrace nothing but you in this present, as the most important something to ever exist. By Sophia Thakur Orange Book cover , SOMEBODY GIVE THIS HEART A PEN (all is white text) SOPHIA THAKUR (black text) "An amazingly talented spoken word poet" MTV
April 4, 2025 at 7:12 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Idek what the ostensible message here is but…
BUT the emotions are there
And that’s enough for me.
#WilliamWinter #poetry #nature #winter
Beneath the midnight moon of May, Through dusk on either hand, One sheet of silver spreads the bay, One crescent jet the land; The black ships mirrored in the stream Their ghostly tresses shake— When will the dead world cease to dream? When will the morning break? Beneath a night no longer May, Where only cold stars shine, One glimmering ocean spreads away This haunted life of mine; And, shattered on the frozen shore, My harp can never wake— When will this night of death be o'er? When will the morning break? By William Winter
March 27, 2025 at 4:03 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
So I picked up this #book.
I’ve only seen the contents right now. But I’m liking what I’m seeing.
#booksky 📚
Penguin Book cover:- The International Bestseller Nassim Nicholas TALEB SKIN IN THE GAME HIDDEN ASYMMETRIES IN DAILY LIFE On browny carpet XII CONTENTS Chapter 12. The Facts Are True, the News Is F— How to Disagree with Yourself Information Doesn't Like to Be Ow— The Ethics of Disagreement Next Chapter 13. The Merchandising of Virtue The Public and the Private The Virtue Merchants To Be or to Seem? Simony Virtue Is About Others and the Collective Unpopular Virtue Take Risk —ter 14. Peace, Neither Ink nor Blood Mars vs. Saturn Where Are the Lions? History Seen f— Next
March 23, 2025 at 7:23 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
And…I’ve got another Erin Hanson, image source from www.metalndvst.com/blog/2015/5/...

And once again, it’s a masterpiece. ✨ (I mean all of her poems are, I’m just advertising at this point)

#poetry #e.h #rivers #sea #erin #hanson #ocean #people #poem #deep #thoughts
Go ahead and tell me That you know all 1 can be, You've studied every droplet Of my ever-changing sea. But weren't you ever taught That seas are only where it ends? The things that tell the story Are the river's twists and bends. The ocean isn't everything, It's part of it of course, But you cannot judge its currents If you do not know their source. ~e.h Erin Hanson || thepoeticunderground.com
March 23, 2025 at 1:06 AM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
So I wrote this quatrain the other day I got ai to make an image.

#poetry #nature #power #failure
“What has made this place so ravaged by storm?
What's felled this mountain ; caused this tree to rot?
See how our failures to all, us, inform,
of the knowledge our sucesses do not.”
A storm-ravaged landscape stretches under a dark, cloud-filled sky. Lightning flashes in the distance, illuminating the destruction. A massive mountain in the background has partially collapsed, its rocky remains scattered across the barren ground. In the foreground, a large, ancient tree stands with its trunk rotting and its branches bare, symbolizing decay and past devastation. The cracked earth and misty air add to the eerie, melancholic atmosphere, evoking a sense of loss, reflection, and the weight of past failures. Generated by AI
March 22, 2025 at 8:53 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
I searched up ✨ William Winter ✨ today.
I found these:-

#poetry #rhyme #William #Winters #dream #wine #blood #death #life
Life is arched with changing skies: Rarely are they what they seem: Children we of smiles and sighs— Much we know, but more we dream. WILLIAM WINTER For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. - William Winter. Holly Black @ quotefancy
March 22, 2025 at 8:46 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Felt like sharing this poem today…(not because I was debating whether to share but cos I was trying to fine-touch some, and because I wanted feedback from my friends so..!)

I’ve titled it ‘Yes.’
Thoughts?

#poem #poet #change #nature #metaphors #good #soul
White on black text: Yes. I did everything No losses, no fusses. No judgements, no debase, But they lie to my face. I was good and honest and nice. I was with promise. I gave up my rice, I was a kind-hearted soul. I thought my smile helped people feel whole. I thought I was alright. They lie to my face. Unacknowledging eyes, That rise, rise, rose past me. Mouths that are bows, That shoot, shoot, shot frozen arrows through me. Ignoring walks, That go, go, have gone forever further without me. It all says we don’t need people like you, Don’t need people too true. Don’t need people with too much life, Don’t need people too human: people like you. So I became people like them: Who got caught by what the King’s decreed —oh lonely steed. Who got caught to fill the captain’s need —oh unfinished mead. Who plainly got told, “power must feed,” —More lowly than lonely steed —More forgotten than misty mead —like uprooted weed. —oh unsprouted seed. I became a people like them. I cleaned all that they said: Their phlegm; Their—my—mess. And I stepped onto a plank, that they told me to walk, Responding only when they asked me to talk. And agreeing to all that they said. So when they told me to jump from that plank; When they said ‘You don’t need any rest’; When I was told to lie to the stress; And told to discard my ‘humanness’; And when one good, nice and honest soul, Had asked me if I was alright: To all, I wish I hadn’t just said, ” Yes.”
February 11, 2025 at 7:55 AM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
“Skip that Friday night out, use that money to contribute to a Sadaqah Jariyah, invest into rebuilding a mosque and in return get one built for you in Jannah”
"Surely the men who give sadaqah and the women who give sadaqah and have advanced a good loan to Allah SWT; for them it will be multiplied and for them there is a noble reward." (57:18) Building a mosque is a wonderful act of Sadaqah Jariyah! The reward for building a mosque is unending, and as long as people are benefiting from the mosque you've helped build then you will continue to receive rewards from Allah (SWT) even in the Hereafter. May Allah bless you and increase you for your time and generosity. Ameen
January 14, 2025 at 3:49 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Elif Shafak is ✨
Have you perhaps read ‘The Island of Missing Trees’ ?
The image shows the cover of the book The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak. The design features vibrant illustrations of intertwining tree branches, leaves, and figs in shades of orange, blue, and purple on a deep blue background. The book is noted for being shortlisted for the Costa Novel Award and has endorsements from authors William Boyd and Reese Witherspoon. A Penguin Books logo appears at the bottom right. {Description generated by ChatGPT}
January 13, 2025 at 9:06 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
✨ Happy 9th day of the International Year of Quantum Science and Technology (IQY)
🧬 🔬
January 9, 2025 at 7:57 AM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
I found this on Google, as most other things. 📚 💙

#reading #books #facts
A pile of books outlining the eastern edge of the picture, Text reads as follows:- Fact 1: Reading can make you a better conversationalist. Fact 2: Neighbours will never complain you are reading too loud. Fact 3: Knowledge by osmosis has not yet been perfected, so you’d better read. Fact 4: Books have stopped bullets. Reading could save your life. Fact 5: Dinosaurs did not read. Look what happened to them.
January 5, 2025 at 6:14 AM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
A quote that goes hand-in-hand with the concept of ‘memento mori’ (see reply section)
A cityscape background with tall buildings; White text which reads :- “The world was not big enough for Alexander the Great, but a coffin was.” This is followed by ‘Juvenal’ in a smaller font text, with red-ish background.
December 31, 2024 at 3:18 AM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
*Drum roll*
That’s right! It’s another Erin Hanson poem…
#poetry #e.h #regret #forget #fourlines #deep
Solid White background. Pastel-Orange-highlighted black text which reads:- You can take off all the clothes you wore, But you can’t take off regret, You can block your ears from hearing more, But you can’t make your mind forget. ~e.h
December 29, 2024 at 7:57 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
An accurate image… however personally, I’d rename ‘Anti Depressant’ to ‘Anti Negative-stuff’ 📚
#books #booksky #reading
December 29, 2024 at 6:39 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Does anyone know the title of this poem? My efforts have been futile in trying to find the given title—is there even one?
#poetry #~e.h #regret
If you catch the train to nowhere You'll find the strangest man I've met, Who claimed his ears were always ringing With the sound of his regret, Back then time had not yet taught me Regret was not a sound I knew, So I thought nothing more than silence Was left by things you didn't do, He said he hoped the sound of nothing Was the worst I ever heard, Because regret drives you as crazy As the taste of swallowed words, "It's a stone thrown in a well," he mused And this I've not forgotten: "It's listening all your life And never hearing it hit the bottom." ~e.h © 2015 Erin Hanson || thepoeticunderground.com
December 27, 2024 at 5:48 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
I feel this would be a good way to clarify why/how I follow some people and sometimes I unfollow them. For my self if not for anyone else!
White text on black background:- How to get followed/Why I follow:- Good human being (I judge from you ur posts as those are the only material I have to judge by). You have something to do with libraries, books, poems, wordy-facts etc. Good vibes (see first point). Nature and/or science related posts. I feel like it. How to not get followed/ Get unfollowed:- My brother somehow managed to click some buttons. Frequent use of language that I don’t want in my feed. Politics-centred (don’t want it frequently in my feed) . Diverted from the type of posts present when I first followed.
December 27, 2024 at 11:46 AM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Thought of Erin Hanson again today. ‘My World Within’ {I believe that’s the title—someone correct me if not}.
The last few lines:-
“…the bird song may be pretty,/ but it’s not for you they sing./ And if you don’t want my winter,/ Then you don’t deserve my spring.”
Image of a scene taken somewhere on Saudi Arabian soil. Background has a Rocky Mountain, Dusty sky, A road and a road-bridge. Shrub-like trees on roadsides.
December 27, 2024 at 5:17 AM
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November 27, 2024 at 3:23 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Thought of Longfellow’s poem today.

**The Arrow and the Song**
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
November 25, 2024 at 3:34 PM
silkenjoy.bsky.social
Another poem I wrote :-

*The Message ‘Neath the Door*
#poetry #poem #innocence
November 20, 2024 at 7:52 AM