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Hooked on yarn and slayin’ some crochet 🧶

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Y'all….

I'm quite impressed with myself.

Behold! The blanket stitch, in spiral.

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Thank you!

Thank you! Spirals are my fave.

Here is the original:

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Thank you!

OoOoO I'm lovin' this one!

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Side effects may include clarity, compliance, and a sudden urge to question nothing.

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Log into the void.
Scream: "Echo Chamber!", and then
Behave just the same.

#haiku #poem

Bad Faith Debate Presenting! The grandiloquent gladiator of semantic warfare!

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I had a blast writing this.

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"Fallacy’s my faithful steed, equivocation my stride,
I dance through definitions, a semantic juggernaut,
Invoking “always,” “never,” absolutes divine,
To strangle your subtleties in my ironclad bind."

Yes and thank you!

Truth abandoned, fear took hold.
We let the liars shape the mold.
Their masks are worn, their debts unpaid.
While justice sleeps and trust decays.
We won’t forget, we won’t ignore.
Until the frauds deceive no more.
Bring back the weight of what is true.
Accountability is overdue.

Y'all…

If we want a culture of integrity, we have to build it — with courage, not silence.

I will not bend my words to trend,
Nor tailor thoughts the feed might send.
Let silence starve the god of reach—
I owe no tithe to soulless speech.

No dance for clicks, no softened line,
No gilded bait to buy me time.

So let the echo pass me by.
I’d rather fail than write a lie.

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Among the still, she dared to turn,
a quiet fire none return.
While others clung to summer’s breath,
she faced the wind, soon to shed death.

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When?

Totally appropriate

Rot Symptoms of a Shared Condition

Tired of masks.
Tired of noise.
Tired of pretending it’s not all rotten.

If this feels like an overreaction, read it again.

#darkpoetry #darkpoem #poetry #poem

Why can’t we change?
Why stay the same?
Why point the finger,
then dodge the blame?

We try to control
everything we see—
but never our minds,
never who we could be.

We take one step forward
and ten steps back,
yet we celebrate
like we’re on track.

Why must we live
this push and pull?
How are our limits
not already full?

We’re fanatical about the debate
fueled by spite and hate,
and turn our backs on what’s at stake.
Why is this our favorite trait?

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Society sucks, and
life is hard enough
without all
the extra stuff.

Why are we obsessed
with living in distress—
pretending it’s a choice,
not just duress?

Why are we obsessed
with being oppressed—
pretending we have no voice,
just accepting the dance?

This isn't breaking news.
It's breaking hearts.
Again.
And again.
And again.

How many more names
must be whispered
into vigils
before the shooting
finally stops?

And still,
unless the children
spew anger,
like the ones who stoke the fire,
no one listens
when they bleed.

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The lesson today
is staying small.
The door is locked.
The lights are off.

Desks emptied by
the sound of gunfire.
Hallways echo the shots,
then the silence after.
A classroom turned
into a corridor of fear.

And tonight,
parents hold their breath
over beds that should hold dreams,
not trauma.

💯

Ritual Sacrifice We sacrifice more than time when we click and scroll.

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I need to finish writing the pattern for this, but instead I'm making another. 😁

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Ah, the pickle of perception,
Where every crunch echoes our reflection!
In this jar of thoughts we stew,
Guess we’re all just pickles, through and through.

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Plain picture/meme of a poem I wrote: Existential Oatmeal I woke up tired, dreams on snooze. Put on my socks, forgot to schmooze. Stared at a wall (or was it the fridge?) Life is a highway, and I'm behind a smidge. Breakfast? Meh. It tasted like doubt. Existential oatmeal: no flavor, no clout. Scrolled my phone for a dopamine drip, Found memes, regrets, and one guilt trip. No spark, no storm, no deep despair, A drifting thought, a lukewarm cheer. A shrug wrapped in a cozy sigh, Not low enough to question why. I'm not depressed, just vaguely decaying, Smiling politely while quietly fraying. Mood: beige. Ambition: low. If life’s a stage, I missed the show.

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Thank you for the pattern!