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Proof:

Digital babies reap the field of lives

As politicians spread their happiest lies

What use is our flesh in mechanical eyes?

Are our wars still so coarse that we'd kill for a prize?

I pray for a world where no robot needs be traumatized

Yet the gods we build will still carry our wounds.

#poetry

Spaghetti lives inside my mind
Feel colored squalls on every side
The ever quick enclosing tide
This sordid port is where I hide

Found in health
In the coldest hells

A savior's love
As warm as their house

An utter surprise
To one who's known nothing else.

More, more, more, more
Every candied spout is a handy doubt
With every claim of clout,
I call for these false men's bout
When every lie now lies en route
We're needing more than sputtering shouts

Might as well try, right?

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like they've gone somewhere.

There are eyes in eyes

Looking for the crown

And eyes in our lies

Watching every sound

We've put eyes in the skies

But they're looking down

And yet these eyes on the prize

Are showing nothing found

#poetry

I live on
In hopes and dreams

Watching the youngest son
Give the quietest squee

On the beauty found
In commonest scene

This world, full of sound
Beyond the mightiest mean.

#poetry
(Winter depression got me.)

And so the score is 3 to none
If this were war, then he'd have won
But make it known no job is done
'Fore life returns to calm and fun.

Ten years is not too late
For the gentle man's revenge.

#poetry #shower_thoughts

Cassiopeia: The Anthology Chapbook, Jan-Dec 2025, with calligraphic "Thank you" across a diamond painting of a galaxy in blues, purples, and greens. This picture comes from a diamond painting I made hanging on my wall. It reminds me of the piece I wrote on pointilism, how each little dot comes together to create a grander piece of art. Symbolically, I see each of us as one of those beautiful little dots. Each of us unique among our differences and similarities, yet when we all come together to stand for something we believe in, we help create something that will outlive us. Quite literally on this piece, given that diamond paintings are made from plastic. But here we are, instead of infecting water systems, we announce what we believe in by showing it up on a wall as poets, artists, creators, and witnesses to the world around us. I know that my Cassiopeia project is way too long for everyone to read fully. I was okay with that because I still wanted to give myself permission to be as prolific with my poems as I wanted to. Historically women have been deprived of education, freedom of speech, and publication. So with this project I wanted to give myself permission, and thereby extend it to everyone else who has ever felt silenced, to be as grand as I wanted to be. But I also knew I wanted to put together a chapbook that's shorter and designed for the people who inspired me so much over the course of creating this ambitious project. So this chapbook is a gift to you, the one or two people who are reading this alt text lmao. I hope you enjoy <3

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone for how incredibly supportive you've been!! 💖 I'm excited to finally be able to release this chapbook I put together as a gift to you. A thank you gift to the #poetrycommunity, all the poets and prompters. Please read alt text for more info.

“Are you okay?” Words pouring out from a bottomless well of human compassion, a waterfall song of what it means living to give. Full scope of the words appear to wane with repetition for those who mean it less, but the echo is the same under starry skies or sunlight paths the heartbreak is the same. Watching the fall, hearing his last words drop to the pavement shattering in a moment, they vanish “Are you okay?” No hun, none of us are with you gone.

So this is what happens when I write all on the prompts I can find easily on a sheet and then stare at them till my face prunes from crying... Enjoy. 🫂

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An echo is the same
Under starry nights
And sunlit paths

The last words I ever heard
Were not the last he said.
But the last that still had meaning.

There is, at times, a death before dying

Fuck Cancer!

recipe for a claymore

You eat some bread, some pepper, capsaicin and beans. And chug milk.

Directional blast: Ready.

Dissociating
Disassociating every thought
From each new pain
And reasoned fear.

I know it's not enough
There's so much more
Than what we hear

But it'll never be enough
And all I can do
In the end
Is remember how to steer.

#poetry

I just want to see
Many more lives being lived
But there's so much hate

#poetry #haiku

Pockets full
Of nothing
That might
One day
Be enough

Weighted down
With expectations
Of potential

Climbing trees
In silence

Not looking down

#poetry
#vss
#writing

Thank you for your nonsensical hate, sir/ma'am. You may go about your day with the knowledge that you have dimmed another's hope in humanity's intelligence.

Cool, I bet the programs that take 10s of hours to write that allow the chatbot to interact with games, react to fanart, and draw art are also just ai slop. If you cannot distinguish between effort and slop, waste content and fandom, you are simply speaking nonsensical hate.

Yes. The hack who has made it his life's goal to build his ai creation into something resembling a human. I won't claim he's a great person, won't even claim he's a good person. But at least a dozen streamers have gained access to an audience they never would have reached due to his "child"

We have checked for wrongdoing As the idiots required What did they think we would find Such a ridiculous choir We are the greatest alive Totality's power They threatened our pride With the crime of the hour So bring out your pamphlets And call for a Change We've bought every judge To keep you wrapped up in chains

#poetry #protest

Now THAT'S free speech

You know what's funny? If you took the time to actually look into Vedal987 and the community he has built through sheer effort, you'd see the several streamers who have had their lives changed by Neuro-sama. But, you are too busy worrying about an ai "taking jobs" to see it.

Minneapolis

It is time
To show the light
It is time
To stand and fight
It is time
You know your rights
It is time
To see their plight
It is time
We know what's right

#poetry
#protest

This week’s episode is slightly delayed due to technical difficulties (David’s laptop crashed). Watch for it this weekend on your podcast app or at inthreepoems.com. Hanna Eve Levy is our featured guest with her poem “The Day a Poet is Murdered by ICE.”
#poetry #podcast #poet #nokings #forgood

If I must hold a single light
On twisting roads in corrupt states
An evening lost to downing pints
Everyone knows now "what is right"
And every cornered dog will bite

#poetry

I still can't understand money as a concept no matter how many times it's explained to me.

Faces left behind,
Remembering names,
Intimate in kind,
Embers of flames,
Nostalgic wishes,
Dancing swishes,
Supersoaker drinking games.
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