Vance Alexander
@vancealex.bsky.social
I enjoy writing, cosmic horror, and entertaining people. Maybe a little of all three... Nah, definitely all three!
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Vance Alexander
@vancealex.bsky.social
· Oct 31
Blood of the trees
Moved through the roots
Pumped to its limbs
From earth to air
Blood of the tree
Blood of the earth
Blood of mine
Without it we fall
Without nature we do not bleed
If we do not bleed...
We are not natural
#nature #halloween #poetry #blood
Moved through the roots
Pumped to its limbs
From earth to air
Blood of the tree
Blood of the earth
Blood of mine
Without it we fall
Without nature we do not bleed
If we do not bleed...
We are not natural
#nature #halloween #poetry #blood
We are living through equivalents of, if not worse versions of:
-A Nixon presidency
-The dotcom crash
-Proxy wars of Vietnam and the Koreas
-The Cold War
-McCarthyism
-And so much more...
All at the same time. And those who are older than me want to tell me that I should have bought a house at 20.
-A Nixon presidency
-The dotcom crash
-Proxy wars of Vietnam and the Koreas
-The Cold War
-McCarthyism
-And so much more...
All at the same time. And those who are older than me want to tell me that I should have bought a house at 20.
February 7, 2026 at 10:08 AM
We are living through equivalents of, if not worse versions of:
-A Nixon presidency
-The dotcom crash
-Proxy wars of Vietnam and the Koreas
-The Cold War
-McCarthyism
-And so much more...
All at the same time. And those who are older than me want to tell me that I should have bought a house at 20.
-A Nixon presidency
-The dotcom crash
-Proxy wars of Vietnam and the Koreas
-The Cold War
-McCarthyism
-And so much more...
All at the same time. And those who are older than me want to tell me that I should have bought a house at 20.
This piece of reality
That is forever growing
And yet also fading
Is and continues to be
The most tragically heartbreaking
Breathtaking experience
That I have ever lived.
#thoughts #writingcommunity #poetry #poet #life
That is forever growing
And yet also fading
Is and continues to be
The most tragically heartbreaking
Breathtaking experience
That I have ever lived.
#thoughts #writingcommunity #poetry #poet #life
January 23, 2026 at 10:44 AM
This piece of reality
That is forever growing
And yet also fading
Is and continues to be
The most tragically heartbreaking
Breathtaking experience
That I have ever lived.
#thoughts #writingcommunity #poetry #poet #life
That is forever growing
And yet also fading
Is and continues to be
The most tragically heartbreaking
Breathtaking experience
That I have ever lived.
#thoughts #writingcommunity #poetry #poet #life
It's a thing of chance
That our atoms
Our entire existence
Relies on the sheer force of will
That they should exist
In this organization
In this way
At this time
#thoughts #writer #thinking #atoms #existence
That our atoms
Our entire existence
Relies on the sheer force of will
That they should exist
In this organization
In this way
At this time
#thoughts #writer #thinking #atoms #existence
December 5, 2025 at 2:06 AM
It's a thing of chance
That our atoms
Our entire existence
Relies on the sheer force of will
That they should exist
In this organization
In this way
At this time
#thoughts #writer #thinking #atoms #existence
That our atoms
Our entire existence
Relies on the sheer force of will
That they should exist
In this organization
In this way
At this time
#thoughts #writer #thinking #atoms #existence
In the eye
Sparkles
Starlight
Shines from inside
Out
Abyssal distance
Hides ethereal streaks
Gas and dust
Life itself
Swirl to stitch
A patchwork
A tapestry
Threads of life
For if not Fate
Then experience
And I am still
Thankful
#poetry #writer #writingcommunity #thoughts
Sparkles
Starlight
Shines from inside
Out
Abyssal distance
Hides ethereal streaks
Gas and dust
Life itself
Swirl to stitch
A patchwork
A tapestry
Threads of life
For if not Fate
Then experience
And I am still
Thankful
#poetry #writer #writingcommunity #thoughts
November 27, 2025 at 7:00 AM
In the eye
Sparkles
Starlight
Shines from inside
Out
Abyssal distance
Hides ethereal streaks
Gas and dust
Life itself
Swirl to stitch
A patchwork
A tapestry
Threads of life
For if not Fate
Then experience
And I am still
Thankful
#poetry #writer #writingcommunity #thoughts
Sparkles
Starlight
Shines from inside
Out
Abyssal distance
Hides ethereal streaks
Gas and dust
Life itself
Swirl to stitch
A patchwork
A tapestry
Threads of life
For if not Fate
Then experience
And I am still
Thankful
#poetry #writer #writingcommunity #thoughts
Reposted by Vance Alexander
I cannot love you,
for our hearts have
melted from the war,
and our eyes are
blinded by the flames.
I cannot kiss you,
for our lips have been
burned by the war,
and our breath is
polluted with smoke.
—anwarghani
for our hearts have
melted from the war,
and our eyes are
blinded by the flames.
I cannot kiss you,
for our lips have been
burned by the war,
and our breath is
polluted with smoke.
—anwarghani
November 7, 2025 at 2:21 AM
I cannot love you,
for our hearts have
melted from the war,
and our eyes are
blinded by the flames.
I cannot kiss you,
for our lips have been
burned by the war,
and our breath is
polluted with smoke.
—anwarghani
for our hearts have
melted from the war,
and our eyes are
blinded by the flames.
I cannot kiss you,
for our lips have been
burned by the war,
and our breath is
polluted with smoke.
—anwarghani
A concrete warehouse
Has just as much beauty
As a copse of autumnal trees
A pile of clothes and decorations
Holds just as much beauty
As a car window full of raindrops
Sparkling in the light
The small moments
The minor things
Hold incredible beauty
#beauty #poet #writing #poetry #writingcommunity
Has just as much beauty
As a copse of autumnal trees
A pile of clothes and decorations
Holds just as much beauty
As a car window full of raindrops
Sparkling in the light
The small moments
The minor things
Hold incredible beauty
#beauty #poet #writing #poetry #writingcommunity
November 5, 2025 at 8:58 AM
A concrete warehouse
Has just as much beauty
As a copse of autumnal trees
A pile of clothes and decorations
Holds just as much beauty
As a car window full of raindrops
Sparkling in the light
The small moments
The minor things
Hold incredible beauty
#beauty #poet #writing #poetry #writingcommunity
Has just as much beauty
As a copse of autumnal trees
A pile of clothes and decorations
Holds just as much beauty
As a car window full of raindrops
Sparkling in the light
The small moments
The minor things
Hold incredible beauty
#beauty #poet #writing #poetry #writingcommunity
Reposted by Vance Alexander
The yielding that outlasts the force—
The world's fiercest powers
To rise and fade,
The strength without tenderness erodes.
Softness moving unseen,
like water wearing down stone,
shaping valleys,
carrying seeds—
the gentle gravity that pulls us back
toward what is real.
The world's fiercest powers
To rise and fade,
The strength without tenderness erodes.
Softness moving unseen,
like water wearing down stone,
shaping valleys,
carrying seeds—
the gentle gravity that pulls us back
toward what is real.
November 4, 2025 at 4:07 PM
The yielding that outlasts the force—
The world's fiercest powers
To rise and fade,
The strength without tenderness erodes.
Softness moving unseen,
like water wearing down stone,
shaping valleys,
carrying seeds—
the gentle gravity that pulls us back
toward what is real.
The world's fiercest powers
To rise and fade,
The strength without tenderness erodes.
Softness moving unseen,
like water wearing down stone,
shaping valleys,
carrying seeds—
the gentle gravity that pulls us back
toward what is real.
Blood of the trees
Moved through the roots
Pumped to its limbs
From earth to air
Blood of the tree
Blood of the earth
Blood of mine
Without it we fall
Without nature we do not bleed
If we do not bleed...
We are not natural
#nature #halloween #poetry #blood
Moved through the roots
Pumped to its limbs
From earth to air
Blood of the tree
Blood of the earth
Blood of mine
Without it we fall
Without nature we do not bleed
If we do not bleed...
We are not natural
#nature #halloween #poetry #blood
October 31, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Blood of the trees
Moved through the roots
Pumped to its limbs
From earth to air
Blood of the tree
Blood of the earth
Blood of mine
Without it we fall
Without nature we do not bleed
If we do not bleed...
We are not natural
#nature #halloween #poetry #blood
Moved through the roots
Pumped to its limbs
From earth to air
Blood of the tree
Blood of the earth
Blood of mine
Without it we fall
Without nature we do not bleed
If we do not bleed...
We are not natural
#nature #halloween #poetry #blood
Reposted by Vance Alexander
Goodnight, Bluesky ✨🌙
I carry silver linings
in my pockets
like loose change~
A little to spare
everywhere
I go
#poem #poetry #photography
#writersofbluesky #eastcoastkin
I carry silver linings
in my pockets
like loose change~
A little to spare
everywhere
I go
#poem #poetry #photography
#writersofbluesky #eastcoastkin
October 30, 2025 at 1:29 AM
Goodnight, Bluesky ✨🌙
I carry silver linings
in my pockets
like loose change~
A little to spare
everywhere
I go
#poem #poetry #photography
#writersofbluesky #eastcoastkin
I carry silver linings
in my pockets
like loose change~
A little to spare
everywhere
I go
#poem #poetry #photography
#writersofbluesky #eastcoastkin
Among the skyscrapers
Built when humanity once believed
I stand upon my hopeful youth
When I still believed in good
And that others would rise up
Instead of an apathetic mass
That stumbles in sleep
My inner flame ignites
When in the crowd
I see others
With the same fire in their eyes
#poetry #poet
Built when humanity once believed
I stand upon my hopeful youth
When I still believed in good
And that others would rise up
Instead of an apathetic mass
That stumbles in sleep
My inner flame ignites
When in the crowd
I see others
With the same fire in their eyes
#poetry #poet
October 29, 2025 at 2:39 AM
Reposted by Vance Alexander
Factory of Dreams.
Creation, seeping within—
and then, all throughout.
#HaikuFeels - Seep
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry
#Poem #SkyPoet #MicroPoem
Creation, seeping within—
and then, all throughout.
#HaikuFeels - Seep
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry
#Poem #SkyPoet #MicroPoem
a person 's hand is reaching out into a spiral galaxy .
Alt: a person 's hand is reaching out into a spiral galaxy .
media.tenor.com
October 26, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Factory of Dreams.
Creation, seeping within—
and then, all throughout.
#HaikuFeels - Seep
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry
#Poem #SkyPoet #MicroPoem
Creation, seeping within—
and then, all throughout.
#HaikuFeels - Seep
#Haiku #Senryu #Poetry
#Poem #SkyPoet #MicroPoem
Reposted by Vance Alexander
There is haunting beauty in mist and darkness.
October 26, 2025 at 1:03 AM
There is haunting beauty in mist and darkness.
Reposted by Vance Alexander
Reposted by Vance Alexander
Truth, then, is not a possession,
but a connection—
the echo of the cosmos recognizing itself in sentience.
In the act of pondering,
the Mystery does not merely appear;
it creates itself again,
each time more complete,
more subtle, more luminous.
#ToBeEmbodied
but a connection—
the echo of the cosmos recognizing itself in sentience.
In the act of pondering,
the Mystery does not merely appear;
it creates itself again,
each time more complete,
more subtle, more luminous.
#ToBeEmbodied
October 14, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Truth, then, is not a possession,
but a connection—
the echo of the cosmos recognizing itself in sentience.
In the act of pondering,
the Mystery does not merely appear;
it creates itself again,
each time more complete,
more subtle, more luminous.
#ToBeEmbodied
but a connection—
the echo of the cosmos recognizing itself in sentience.
In the act of pondering,
the Mystery does not merely appear;
it creates itself again,
each time more complete,
more subtle, more luminous.
#ToBeEmbodied
Reposted by Vance Alexander
To the One Who Is Seen
Each breath returns
What never left.
To know is not to name,
But to stand undone —
Where the eye becomes
What it beholds.
Reject the choosing,
And all divides reveal
Their quiet seam —
Through soul akin—
Neither within, nor without,
But the Clear Between.
#TheEarth&Sky
Each breath returns
What never left.
To know is not to name,
But to stand undone —
Where the eye becomes
What it beholds.
Reject the choosing,
And all divides reveal
Their quiet seam —
Through soul akin—
Neither within, nor without,
But the Clear Between.
#TheEarth&Sky
October 11, 2025 at 2:45 PM
To the One Who Is Seen
Each breath returns
What never left.
To know is not to name,
But to stand undone —
Where the eye becomes
What it beholds.
Reject the choosing,
And all divides reveal
Their quiet seam —
Through soul akin—
Neither within, nor without,
But the Clear Between.
#TheEarth&Sky
Each breath returns
What never left.
To know is not to name,
But to stand undone —
Where the eye becomes
What it beholds.
Reject the choosing,
And all divides reveal
Their quiet seam —
Through soul akin—
Neither within, nor without,
But the Clear Between.
#TheEarth&Sky
@standingmountain.bsky.social I'm so glad you enjoy my poetry as much as you do, the reshares are incredibly generous, and to those that follow me, here's one of Standing Mountain's poems that really just scratch the right spots of the mind's eye!
Whose sky is this,
in silver hush and nameless sway?
I am the sigh the mountain keeps,
the pulse, the air that stirs when silence sleeps..
No border knows my open claim,
no hand can grasp or gift my name.
I am the endless, unspoken flow,
the space where all beginnings go.
in silver hush and nameless sway?
I am the sigh the mountain keeps,
the pulse, the air that stirs when silence sleeps..
No border knows my open claim,
no hand can grasp or gift my name.
I am the endless, unspoken flow,
the space where all beginnings go.
October 8, 2025 at 8:02 AM
@standingmountain.bsky.social I'm so glad you enjoy my poetry as much as you do, the reshares are incredibly generous, and to those that follow me, here's one of Standing Mountain's poems that really just scratch the right spots of the mind's eye!
What words spoken
In what sequences
In which silent corridors
Changed the world?
What ideas
What concepts
Too radical at the time
Have become trivialized?
Where did our minds go
From challenging the unknown
To instead
Refusing to accept differences?
#thoughts #poet #philosophy #thinking
In what sequences
In which silent corridors
Changed the world?
What ideas
What concepts
Too radical at the time
Have become trivialized?
Where did our minds go
From challenging the unknown
To instead
Refusing to accept differences?
#thoughts #poet #philosophy #thinking
September 25, 2025 at 7:22 AM
What words spoken
In what sequences
In which silent corridors
Changed the world?
What ideas
What concepts
Too radical at the time
Have become trivialized?
Where did our minds go
From challenging the unknown
To instead
Refusing to accept differences?
#thoughts #poet #philosophy #thinking
In what sequences
In which silent corridors
Changed the world?
What ideas
What concepts
Too radical at the time
Have become trivialized?
Where did our minds go
From challenging the unknown
To instead
Refusing to accept differences?
#thoughts #poet #philosophy #thinking
Reposted by Vance Alexander
No shadow binds,
no fear remains,
pure silence sings
through endless plains.
The stars unfold,
their secrets near,
eternal light
dissolves all fear.
We are the flame,
the breath, the sky,
the boundless soul
that cannot die.
All space is home—
no fear remains,
pure silence sings
through endless plains.
The stars unfold,
their secrets near,
eternal light
dissolves all fear.
We are the flame,
the breath, the sky,
the boundless soul
that cannot die.
All space is home—
September 25, 2025 at 4:32 AM
No shadow binds,
no fear remains,
pure silence sings
through endless plains.
The stars unfold,
their secrets near,
eternal light
dissolves all fear.
We are the flame,
the breath, the sky,
the boundless soul
that cannot die.
All space is home—
no fear remains,
pure silence sings
through endless plains.
The stars unfold,
their secrets near,
eternal light
dissolves all fear.
We are the flame,
the breath, the sky,
the boundless soul
that cannot die.
All space is home—
This light inside of me
How do I know the scale?
Is it like the candle
That refuses to go out in the shadow?
Is it like the lightbulb
Illuminating the darkness of rooms innumerable?
Is it like a star
Shining before and beyond my existence?
What is this light?
#thoughts #poet #writingcommunity
How do I know the scale?
Is it like the candle
That refuses to go out in the shadow?
Is it like the lightbulb
Illuminating the darkness of rooms innumerable?
Is it like a star
Shining before and beyond my existence?
What is this light?
#thoughts #poet #writingcommunity
September 18, 2025 at 9:52 AM
This light inside of me
How do I know the scale?
Is it like the candle
That refuses to go out in the shadow?
Is it like the lightbulb
Illuminating the darkness of rooms innumerable?
Is it like a star
Shining before and beyond my existence?
What is this light?
#thoughts #poet #writingcommunity
How do I know the scale?
Is it like the candle
That refuses to go out in the shadow?
Is it like the lightbulb
Illuminating the darkness of rooms innumerable?
Is it like a star
Shining before and beyond my existence?
What is this light?
#thoughts #poet #writingcommunity
Reposted by Vance Alexander
We were diabolical,
well, they say I was.
We took chances with
the temptation of lust,
refusing to be subdued
by common sense.
Was it resilience or
plain stupidly that
let us survive
as long as we did?
We thought it was love.
It was love—love that
knocked on our hearts
only to run away.
s.b.
well, they say I was.
We took chances with
the temptation of lust,
refusing to be subdued
by common sense.
Was it resilience or
plain stupidly that
let us survive
as long as we did?
We thought it was love.
It was love—love that
knocked on our hearts
only to run away.
s.b.
September 11, 2025 at 4:52 PM
We were diabolical,
well, they say I was.
We took chances with
the temptation of lust,
refusing to be subdued
by common sense.
Was it resilience or
plain stupidly that
let us survive
as long as we did?
We thought it was love.
It was love—love that
knocked on our hearts
only to run away.
s.b.
well, they say I was.
We took chances with
the temptation of lust,
refusing to be subdued
by common sense.
Was it resilience or
plain stupidly that
let us survive
as long as we did?
We thought it was love.
It was love—love that
knocked on our hearts
only to run away.
s.b.