Setting a new personal record at my drafting job, 306 page drawing. 😵‍💫

Bury me in smoke and flame Lash with clinging ash Please let my vice take the blame For this sorrowing drown I cannot breathe this clean air Truth’s lens I beg smash The light bares unending care Heavy upon my crown #poetry

#Emoetry #passive #poetry I don't think it's zen It's probably not zen

My heart holds A raw volcanic flow Spewing flame and smoke Filling my chest The rising heat boils My brain Blinds My eyes An ocean tried To put out that fissure Even drowned it burns How many centuries will it take Will it ever #poetry

weep for me Starlit tears Droplets on a inky cloth weep for you Hot rivers Of sun stoked sadness weep for us Congealed amber Caught pain, preserved moments #poetry

my eyes have been dimmed only radiance matters cascading from you #haikufeels #haiku #love

Soup is your best friend. Soup always has your back. Soup wants you to feel safe. Soup loves you. Trust in soup. Believe in soup. Soup will make you whole. ₴ØɄ₱ ₩łⱠⱠ ₥₳₭Ɇ ɎØɄ ₩ⱧØⱠɆ Ŝ̨̛̛̞͍̙̤̮̟̪͍͑ͮͤ͛̐̏ͫͤ͒̒͢͠͡O̵̧̡̢͈̫̠̘̻̮͚̖̠̲̭̖̟͋̑̽̊ͫ̇ͤ͑̉̐̄͛ͤ̈́̆ͩ̋̃ͮ̂͒̎̊͂͒̚̚̚͝͝Ų̳̠̰̯͙̼ͦ͂ͪ͘͡͞P̙̳ͩ͛ͩͭ̄ͨ̓ͧ͟ W̧̡̖̪̻͓͔͌́̌̉͑̾͑̍͐ͣ̅͗̀͘Ị̴̶̫͔̞̱̖̩̼̩́̑ͧ̓͒̀̕͘ͅ_͎̣̙̻͈̰̥̰̾͆ͦ̊̈͊ͪ͐̒͒̾ͦ͂̍̾L̡̧͕̗͙̯̅ͦ̑̆̓͊͠L̴̵̶̴̷̝̣̻̥̻̦̳̳̞͒̋̅̓ͥ̑͋̌̈̊̆͊ͤ̏̓̔̍̓͘̚͘͠͠ͅ M̧̨͇̩͖̲̥̺̦͇͓̍̆̑́̈ͮ̓ͤ̀́͌̊̓͝͡͝Ȁ̵̢͔̺͇̮̝͙͈̜͈͍̘ͣ͌ͬ̊̏̿͆͆̒ͮ̍ͮ̆̒̈̊͂̆̕͞Ķ̞̼̹̘̟̫̈́̆͋́͗̅͋̕͞E_̣̳̉̅͘ Y̛̯̻̺̥͕̺ͭ͋ͨ̉͋͢O̳̖̬̬ͯ͂U_̷̵̸̧̢̼̱̘͚̪͔̲̀́͆͛̀̅͗̏̑̂̈ͤ̂ͩ͟͠ R̨̢̯̤̳̗͎̰̭̮͕̬͗̅͊ͧ̉̍̇̿͊̇̿͆̿ͩ͐ͩͮ͆͂̓͑ͦ́̕͞ͅE̵̷̦͓͎̯̙͈̝̮̾ͣͮ̂̎̉͑͐́ͣ̄ͪ͊͟͟͜͟A̧̝̱̥̩̲̼͍̻͖̱̞̤̯̜̝̱͔ͬ̾ͫ͗̆̋͊ͩ͗̀̋͛̎͐͑͒́̔̕͜͠͞͡͠͝Ḻ̷̡͕̰͍̽ͦ̑̅͑͆͋̀̈́

Hi, I'm [FORGET] Creator of The Horrors™, such as Eldritch Soup, The "Elmo Sheep Sleep Paralysis Demon" Magic the Gathering Card, and Ego Death Beth Here at [REDACTED] we handmake The Horrors™ 'cause we're silly lil guys, just like a fragment of a stillborn universe... or a Bug with a Leaf Umbrella

"High or low" I say, suddenly holding a D20 as we're about to have sex

My thorn wrapped heart Tightening with each stray thought Memories of pain #haiku #poetry

@dilfosaur.bsky.social This is your fault. 😅

A quote from Mary Shelley #quoteoftheday

Kitteeeeenn! Her name is Tendi, she is 5 months old, and I commit war crimes for her.

I found a dead mouse This dreary morning Crumpled little mouse His eyes lifeless I prepared a tiny funeral Fit for a mouse A cardboard sarcophagus Full of leaves and seeds Pharaonic gifts Tinny rodentia hymns In dreary mourning Saw him to his rest I wept #emoetry #lifeless

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Porn Star by Emeline is The personified shame of reading a mature magazine in a gas station lobby coming to life, grabbing you by the throat, and shanking you repeatedly. #musicsky

That Bitch by Bea Miller is A provocatively dressed woman grinding a cigarette out on the stone steps of a church. They are about to go into a function they don’t want to attend are going to make it everyone’s problem. #music #beamiller

Angry Woman by Ashe is If callout posts were tattooed on a beating heart the size of a concert arena #music

Amazon just announced 14,000 layoffs. Its CEO made over $40M last year. UPS announced 48,000 layoffs. Its CEO made over $24M last year. Intel announced 20,000 layoffs. Its new CEO's pay package is valued at nearly $69M. This is what I mean when I say the system is rigged.

I know I can’t be the only one haha

The original sin was eating God’s taco ingredients

Using Madlibs in Your Homeschool: Learning Through Laughter and Language (with Free Generator!) If you’ve ever watched your kids dissolve into giggles over a ridiculous story full of silly words, you already know the magic of Madlibs. But beyond the laughter, Mad Libs are a surprisingly powerful…

Water your roots with salt-filled tears Sow your soil with ground weary bones Seep deep that sustaining sorrow Another dawn breaks Your leaves devour the pain filled light #poetry

I want to crash these presworn sky With bright and sparkling things Spiteful joy that I laced on faerie string Tar stretched pits of avarice Hug my worn and tired bones With false comfort and soothing lies I want to detonate, I try to say Mumbled in a familiar chrysalis #poetry

Adorned scythe leans Fell terror in town Of hallowed screams His heart forgot hearth Tells mine to still With fetid breath All follow the same Griped growing pain Fall, the towers blame #poetry

Peeled Closer and closer To the skin The long sharp blade Trims Shears Hope and sorrow Newly regrown Again discarded New tears wept From old eyes Dimmed by days unfolded Each breathe Cold reminder Of dust choked lungs In silent sobs peeled Closer and closer To the skin #poetry

Wild thrash my ragged beat Thrum chord of jagged Dis Wells rhythm below my feet World shaken cracks glow With hell’s light howled How foul this acrid smoke An intoxicating chorus #poetry

Added on to my skull boot painting, next up is some pink flowers, spots, and details.

Let me dry upon this beach A struggle function Solved the leach Upon my soul Upon my heart A slowly draining tide of salt That leaves no mess #poetry

I want to cry I want to weep I need to scream Till the frayed ends meet I need to dig I need to hollow I want to bury My heart to swallow My thoughts turn red My heart turns black I bend until I crack No course No clear No choice All fear #poetry

Every once in a while I catch sight of my tits in the mirror and give an appreciative whistle.

Rage seeps down jagged paths Filling pitied caverns of self Blood red, oxidizing grainy black Till overfull my vindication #poetry

Sludged slime clung throat My head swims, aching heartbeat Curse this wretched cold #poetry #haiku

The sweetest care In darkened call My softest comfort In horror’d fall Sleep sound upon This bed of teeth Bleed my heart In rest’s relief #poetry

An egg shell crushed Fragile trust, Built and broken Unborn wings take flight #poetry #haiku

Distill, make tinctures Of all my fiery emotions Sell them on EBay #haiku #blueskyrelay #tincture

My ugly joyful smile Strangled by a Feather choked throat A pleasant rictus bile Retching silent My pain parade float #poetry

I yearn for her Tooth filled hunger By devouring become A slice of that dark horizon Her liminal Black hole Heart #poetry

Haunted at edge of tears Forsaken cares burn Dark silhouettes turn Captured in a vision’s fears #poetry

Soft sorrow driven cruel Along the seams unhealed I cry, a broken fool Wishing my heart was dead How stops the seeping wet Salt on newly worn skin? How freshest pain’s beget When binding soul grown thin? #poetry

Back on my shit and by shit I mean planning cosplay looks I will never actually make.

Deep in the wild wood, Mossy sanctum, Dappled leaves, No hurry, Nothing rushed, Silence between songs, We are small, But not lost, Quiet but with thoughts, Seen but unobserved, We are home. #blueskyrelay sanctum

#poem #pennedreveries #fractals #quartern #sun

Soundless screams Choked down Retching sobs Explode silently Against inside My chest aches In familiar rhythm Never left behind Going round and round #poetry

she lost her ability to feel the week passing days are now measured by the amount of songs poems laughs and hugs she can fit in without bursting balloon filled to the brim lovelost drifting cherries awaiting ravenous lips #poetry #freeverse #morningmusings

Remnant slices of the forsaken Flushed crimson with tears Float amid twisted arteries Of a bone-pierced affection Gravel choked depthless thresh Of grinding teeth, gasping hurt Fossilized memoir’s feral bite Upon beloved decaying flesh #poetry

Broken bones hold hidden lives Piled high in mortuary lies Weld my soul with broken woes Caressed by unspoken foes I wear woven cloying ghosts Haunted by my cast off hosts I bear a blade missed heart Yet bleeding still, cloven apart #poetry

No words you say will make My hearts loss change No word you say will make My denied desire dim Tell me I would have hurt? I do already Tell me I would have cursed my lot? I do already Tell me things I wish I could believe That I am whole Tell me things I wish I could say That I am loved #poetry

Groaning grind heralds Bone on bone’s ancient dance Spasmed pain’s panther form Growls stalking the slopes Of my aching wearied back #poetry