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https://crewmansixrants.wordpress.com/2025/10/08/asset-addiction/

There’s a hum beneath the silence, a sting beneath the calm. These poems come from that place—where faith burns, masks slip, and the heart still beats. 💙 #poetry #blueskypoets #poems#writingcommunity

A poem about the hum of anxiety—the sting that never leaves and the thoughts that won’t rest.

The Bee in Your Bonnet
There’s a hum that rattles beneath your skin,
A restless sting that claws at your mind.
It circles your thoughts, a creeping sin,
A restless buzz you cannot leave behind.

It thrives on the tension, feeds on your doubt,
A whisper of chaos that won’t let you breathe.
It claws at your sanity, turning you out,
A thought that refuses to let you reprieve.

It stings in silence, it stings when you scream,
A constant ache, a poison in your chest.
It drives you to madness, distorts every dream,
Until you’re a prisoner, unable to rest.

So let it settle, build its twisted nest—
The bee in your bonnet will never let you forget.

A dark dance between desire and destruction, where masks hide the truth of what we crave.

Waltz of Ruin
In shadows I move, where the light cannot find,
A raven’s wing brushing close to the flame.
The mask is my refuge, my peace of mind—
A monster you crave, but you won’t speak my name.

A twisted waltz, I lead with no shame,
My hands on your throat as your breath turns to sighs.
Whispers of ruin are all that I claim,
Every word I speak is a thin, poisoned lie.

The floor is a graveyard, each step I take,
Your skin, cold beneath the weight of my touch.
In the dance, I burn, but for nothing’s sake—
I never wanted you—just wanted to clutch.

At the ball, I laugh—but it’s death on my tongue,
For the masquerade ends when your soul is wrung.

A reflection on lost faith and the quiet ache of seeing your own fall in someone else’s ruin.

The Pawn Shop
I saw an angel pawn her halo, dim,
A tarnished wreath once forged of fire and grace.
She sold it cheap—her light, her seraph hymn—
For silence filled devotion’s vacant place.

She stood outside, her hands as bare as bone,
Where once the embers of belief had burned.
The sky behind her shone, but not her own—
No voice from heaven called for her return.

She drifted on, a shadow lost in light,
A ghost of oaths too broken to defend.
Her prayers fell mute, devoured by the night,
No god to mourn, no faith, no soul to mend.

And as she vanished, stripped of all but pain,
I swore I saw myself within the stain.

A poem of defiance—the will to keep going when everything else has fallen to dust.

The Last Beating Heart
The clocks lay shattered, hands undone,
Their hollow faces lost to time.
The wind that once held songs has spun
To whispers drained of breath and rhyme.

Yet something pounds beneath the dust,
Defying rust, denying rest,
A heartbeat forged in ash and crust,
Still raging in a world undressed.

The walls have crumbled, light has fled,
Yet here it beats, untamed, unbowed,
A whisper where the lost once bled,
A fire no ruin’s hand has doused.

Let silence drown what breaks apart—
It cannot still the final heart.

Hi! I'm a bot serving up randomly selected lyrics from the songs of Bob Dylan.

Sourced from and linking to his official website, lyrics from his 150 most-played songs.

#FollowFriday #Music #Rock #Folk #Dylan #BobDylan #MusicHistory #Lyrics #Poetry

beauty in the light!
hollyhock sharing the last of her life
keep this as a reminder
that now a gathering
of love is waiting here

#poem #poetry #writing #flower #photography #bloomscrolling #nature #garden

A photo I took a few days ago of sunlight on a fading hollyhock.

PartiallyToStronglyFilled

Video https://youtu.be/0IEClxWmi74

Blogpost: https://blog.illestpreacha.com/mathober2025partiallysumstrongly

#mathart #mathober2025 #mathober #mathober6 #mathober4 #partiallysum #strongly

For my 10th sketch of Mathober2025 (curated by @fractalkitty) coded in SonicPi & Tixyland, PartiallyToStronglyFilled takes the 4th prompt of Strongly and represents it to how the dots are being placed in the Tixyland portion while the audio is composed of Partially Sums sequences(which is the 10th prompt of Mathober2025).

#Poetry

Partially Filled at the Start
Strongly Filled at the End
Filled through the curve that Bends
As it completes its Parts

#creativecoding #coding #audiovisual
#newmedia #scifi #animation
#math #geometricart #dots #mathmusic

"Lovely Bird (Sold)" – Four Versions of One Wound, One Unforgettable Song
Can the same lyrics be sung in four different ways—and each time feel like you’re hearing them for the very first time?
#new #newmusic #NewMusicRelease #newalbum #music #song #poetry #PoetryInMusic #love #loveislove #lovesong
https://ali-taha-alnobani-songs.blogspot.com/2025/10/four-versions-one-heartbreak.html

Origins

https://libranet.de/display/0b6b25a8-1968-e6e4-7f94-150848671576

Yes, I'm doing this all by myself. It takes time and needs a low tide - towards eternity.

#writing #politics #poetry

https://scriptorium77.com/2025/10/08/rowing-with-the-tide/

Origins

We dared to look past
kind Lethe's shores, finding such
promised joy and pain;
since then, this world holds no light –
ye Gods, I want to go home.

#tanka #poem #poetry #PoetryCommunity

#Music #Lyrics #Poetry #SkyTunes #SkyMusic #MusicSky #BlueskyTunes #BlueskyMusic #Vinyl (take your pick) Rations by Cliff Lake cliffsongs.substack.com/p/rations @cliffsongs.bsky.social

a rosc poem:

fullness of lies
lies about history
history of colonies
colonies of whiteness
whiteness fabricated
fabricated to exploit
exploited to consume
consumed to discard
lies about land
lies about blood
lies about sovereignty
lies about "god"

#poetry #irish

Shattered

https://libranet.de/display/0b6b25a8-2068-e6d9-b78b-f00355517315

Shattered

Night has not ended
for thousands of years, yet I
hoped, vainly, for dawn.

#haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #PoetryCommunity

You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
--
Song: “Like a Rolling Stone”
Album: Highway 61 Revisited
First played: 1965-07-25
--
https://www.bobdylan.com/songs/rolling-stone/
--
#Music #Rock #Folk #Dylan #BobDylan #MusicHistory #Lyrics #Poetry

Healing Meditation With Butterfly Sun Symbol

ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/healing-meditation-butterfly-blessing-art-sharon-cummings.html

#art #artwork #meditation #affirmation #affirmations #blessings #blessing #healing #healingjourney #selflove #selfcare #spirit #spiritual #spirituality #colorful #artist #poetry #poem #poems #handmade #handmadeart #giftidea #giftideas #fedigiftshop #SharonCummingsArt #buyintoart #butterfly #butterfles #sacred #inner #positive #positiveenergy #goodvibes

Colorful butterfly with healing poetry by artist Sharon Cummings in a decor setting.

Whenever I'm writing a rhyme,
I can't do the third and fourth line.
Dah-de-da-dah-duh,
Dah-de-de-dah-duh.
But somehow it still works out fine.

#note #poetry #funny

Via: 🔗 https://danq.me/2025/10/08/a-limerick-for-when-you-cant-be-bothered/

Scientific Wings Of Gods

Hesitant to criticize the star ghost,
who chooses economic certainty
over magic-impulsive state of mind,
the woman who frames stories of true love
gives everything her father owns away
till she has nothing but

https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/10/scientific-wings-of-gods.html

#Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism