You’re allowed to outgrow anything, even if once, it was everything you thought you'd ever need.

Sometimes, I'm vitriol. Sometimes, I'm virtue. Sometimes, I'm vulnerability. Sometimes, I'm vibrant. Sometimes, I'm versatile. Sometimes I'm wildly vexxing. Sometimes, I'm vaguely, or sometimes I'm vividly, all... some… one... none of these things.

Autumn 2 acrylic painting on canvas, by artist Florence Cherotich (Kenya)

nonstop nice nature november

transition is not something that just magically happens to you. you have to be an active participant in creating your own future

Good foam is an art. ☕️

Indigent choices On the horizon, revolt Or starve in the snow. #firewords280 #IndigentChoices #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @artinwords.bsky.social

It’s a new prompt month! The #firewords280 theme for November is Sign Of The Times. Feel free to use the pairing as a phrase OR separately! Include the hashtag for RP consideration. No AI or quote posts. Thanks in advance!

Takeaways this season: Honesty is the best policy. Heed your intuition. Things don't work out for a reason. When out of alignment, it's crucial to listen. Keep boundaries. Honor your mission. Abandon what doesn’t. Life is too short for complictness. Turn off autopilot. Live an existence you love.

Create from the detritus. Give death new life.

be inspired by poetry be perfected by music Confucius

Art does not get easier the better you get at it. Making art is hard. Making art is fun. Making art frustrating. Making art is passion. Making art is a lot of blood sweat and tears. And I love every moment of the process.

☕️🎃 happy hallowbean 🎃☕️

walking my own road. no need to match anyone's steps. paving ground that didn't exist before

Each person who hurt us irrevocably saved somebody else. We're someone else's enemy, and someone somebody cannot live without. Some think us good. Some think us bad. Some will always back up up, some won't understand. There's never just one version. Everyone calls theirs a fact.

The Line between Worlds is becoming thinner - pastel painting on paper, by artist Julia Okunska (Germany)

the stars get in formation to make their constellation; not in alignment, but in the right places every single time

Thank you to everyone who has been using the #firewords280 prompt! Some beautiful poetry emerged from this month’s phrases! I went through and reacted or replied to most of them. Can’t wait for next month!

In my head, it's all Religious psychosis, a Mass insanity. #firewords280 #ReligiousPsychosis #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @artinwords.bsky.social

Living alone feels like self-care, until there are spiders, or noises downstairs, or the power goes out after dark.

you can't give your life more time, so give your time more life

some nights, I am at the window alone grateful for safe shelter- I know what it is to be without- yet still longing to breathe Mother's Autumn air again some nights I ache to return to Forest to honor the cycle of life, and decay, and grief, and rest some nights the rain is slow and wind soft.

There is not a single reason to outsource your creativity to a computer. Not one. To do so removes the very point of being creative in the first place.

this week will be productive. this week will be a week of focus & clarity. this week will be full of intentional choices. this week will be happy & peaceful

time heals. love heals. sleep heals. food heals. water heals. laughing heals. crying heals. connection heals. movement heals. nature heals. kindness heals.

Does anyone else feel depleted, standing at the edge of total desperation and absolute exhaustion? Like nothing they’ve done has really made a difference? Like everything they try is one step forward, two steps backward? Like trying is finally pointless? Like fighting so hard is just useless? Or…

October photography faves 🍁

Whenever I need to recharge, I set myself under the sun and plug myself into the earth. I let music flow through my nerves. I inhale cleaner energy. I exhale the things that are clogging and blocking my blessings. I seek peace of mind.

the specific fomo when you're far enough into autumn that you feel compelled to be outside for every remaining warm and sunny hour

Weird how they put all their efforts into using technology to replace human creativity and art and then say creative arts degrees are useless.

sharing espresso together in silence >

Boarded up senses, Bottling saneness, but glass Explodes with pressure. #firewords280 #BoardedSaneness #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @artinwords.bsky.social

Nightfall's pomes dropped from Trees, as he derived meaning In patterns they made. #firewords280 #Nightfall'sPomes #DerivedMeaning #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @artinwords.bsky.social

It’s a new prompt month! The #firewords280 theme for October is Stark Raving Madness. Feel free to use the pairing as a phrase OR separately! Include the hashtag for RP consideration. No AI or QP. Thanks in advance.

My mantra lately is "Don't let the bastards grind you down." But you know what? The bastards are grinding me down.

Note to self: you didn’t come this far to forget how far you’ve come.

I wish it didn’t feel like I’ve been running a race underwater for my entire life.

i like art ⓘ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳.

the human heart wanders too migrating birds Issa

explore ways to celebrate this sacred turning of the seasons by being in alignment with nature

She straddled strength, overly wary of it flipping the script w. a sonorous dip; a highly suspicious skedaddle. Sometimes, grenades and missiles made battles as awful as possible, parading blood-soaked vengeance so those who pulled the pin could slip away in their weakness, unnoticed.

we werent meant to live our lives as lightning rods in servitude to predatorous thundercloud that stalk over us im not responsible for the misery they create, i can only choose the ways i live my life we can do more good free from them than they can do harm without us enabling them

a fading sun shimmering heat lingering Basho

“These are my sanctuaries: music that stirs, nature that heals, poetry that whispers, and solitude that understands.” Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak, Summer 1926

frustrated to report once again that walking through nature and exploring new little paths is, in fact, amazing for one's mental and physical health

Writers, this is our moment. Our words change the world. If they didn’t, people wouldn’t try so hard to shut us up