Peace River
@oleyever.bsky.social
Thoughts flowing into words flowing into worlds flowing into thoughts.
@amelielabrande.bsky.social it seems over here, we just repost. It seems the dreams we dreamed were ghosts. I miss you. I know you miss me, too. Let's stop pretending and do what's real. We can be infinite, you and me. You know what I mean. Just come clean.
November 15, 2025 at 10:02 PM
@amelielabrande.bsky.social it seems over here, we just repost. It seems the dreams we dreamed were ghosts. I miss you. I know you miss me, too. Let's stop pretending and do what's real. We can be infinite, you and me. You know what I mean. Just come clean.
Flowing in your bed
Rivers run deep to the sea
You, me and the sea
Rivers run deep to the sea
You, me and the sea
September 29, 2025 at 6:11 PM
Flowing in your bed
Rivers run deep to the sea
You, me and the sea
Rivers run deep to the sea
You, me and the sea
A phantom pain. In my brain. And this lock. On that bridge. Are all that's left. Of our love.
Can't look you in the eye. Or say hello. Where did all that desire go? Black and red and yellow. Black and red and yellow.
Can't look you in the eye. Or say hello. Where did all that desire go? Black and red and yellow. Black and red and yellow.
September 6, 2025 at 10:14 PM
A phantom pain. In my brain. And this lock. On that bridge. Are all that's left. Of our love.
Can't look you in the eye. Or say hello. Where did all that desire go? Black and red and yellow. Black and red and yellow.
Can't look you in the eye. Or say hello. Where did all that desire go? Black and red and yellow. Black and red and yellow.
July 25, 2025 at 5:15 AM
Rigor mortis sets in. I'm a dragon, and you are soft as butter. What happened?
July 6, 2025 at 1:38 PM
Rigor mortis sets in. I'm a dragon, and you are soft as butter. What happened?
As the evening sky turned black, and the creeping fear of the dark now took hold of my heart, a ghost appeared on the path ahead and said, "Follow me now. It's too dark to see. Let me guide you through the night." I turned and ran for the light, and was lost forever.
June 17, 2025 at 5:18 AM
As the evening sky turned black, and the creeping fear of the dark now took hold of my heart, a ghost appeared on the path ahead and said, "Follow me now. It's too dark to see. Let me guide you through the night." I turned and ran for the light, and was lost forever.
We tried and it didn't work. Our lives, our families, too delicate to break. Sleepless nights and shattered dreams. Hurting each other and the ones we promised to love. Ruining ourselves. All of that can be true, and I can still wish for you...
June 4, 2025 at 4:20 AM
We tried and it didn't work. Our lives, our families, too delicate to break. Sleepless nights and shattered dreams. Hurting each other and the ones we promised to love. Ruining ourselves. All of that can be true, and I can still wish for you...
That light above the Mediterranean horizon is Venus, rising in the eastern sky at sunset, from El Saler on March 23,while I wandered through the dunes, lost and lonely and wondering how we both got there and if it meant something too significant to understand without consulting my horoscope or you.
March 25, 2025 at 8:43 PM
That light above the Mediterranean horizon is Venus, rising in the eastern sky at sunset, from El Saler on March 23,while I wandered through the dunes, lost and lonely and wondering how we both got there and if it meant something too significant to understand without consulting my horoscope or you.
If you are insisting I'm the problem, then I will be. If you can't admit that you've gone too far, it's too late. I am sick with sadness, and this city, my life, is nothing but firecrackers, trumpets and flames. I am broken.
March 16, 2025 at 6:37 PM
If you are insisting I'm the problem, then I will be. If you can't admit that you've gone too far, it's too late. I am sick with sadness, and this city, my life, is nothing but firecrackers, trumpets and flames. I am broken.
Believe in hope. The butterfly still trapped in Pandora's box. The living embodiment of growth and change. My class and I built this cardboard butterfly and today we will set it on fire to celebrate Fallas, spring time, letting go and starting again. Teach Peace. #butterfly #Fallas
March 14, 2025 at 6:47 AM
Believe in hope. The butterfly still trapped in Pandora's box. The living embodiment of growth and change. My class and I built this cardboard butterfly and today we will set it on fire to celebrate Fallas, spring time, letting go and starting again. Teach Peace. #butterfly #Fallas
Planets align in orbit tonight. Think of me, we, on the horizon in the western sky, our own orbits aligned. Celestial science meeting mythical beliefs in higher powers that brought us together and sent us apart. It was meant to be. Predictable. See you again in 15 years, unless one of us dies.
February 28, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Planets align in orbit tonight. Think of me, we, on the horizon in the western sky, our own orbits aligned. Celestial science meeting mythical beliefs in higher powers that brought us together and sent us apart. It was meant to be. Predictable. See you again in 15 years, unless one of us dies.
Seven thirty five on a Sunday. A woman in her mid-fifties sits alone in an office with flourecent lights and bars on the window. Piles of papers cover her desk, and every other flat surface. I am walking the dog, passing by, immediagely overwhelmed by the futility, fear and fealty of the employed.
February 24, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Seven thirty five on a Sunday. A woman in her mid-fifties sits alone in an office with flourecent lights and bars on the window. Piles of papers cover her desk, and every other flat surface. I am walking the dog, passing by, immediagely overwhelmed by the futility, fear and fealty of the employed.
What's up? What's inside? Strange desire to exhibit artistic visions, express meaningful sentiments, deepest emotions from the depths of the interior ocean. But you can't see my face, know my name, position or place. Somehow, THAT is private. I'm an ocean in disguise. Swim in me, darling. #poetry
February 1, 2025 at 8:10 AM
What's up? What's inside? Strange desire to exhibit artistic visions, express meaningful sentiments, deepest emotions from the depths of the interior ocean. But you can't see my face, know my name, position or place. Somehow, THAT is private. I'm an ocean in disguise. Swim in me, darling. #poetry
Gray sky red wine
We met on New Year's Eve
You told me about Thanksgiving in Knoxville
And we sang I My Life by the Beatles Let's have a cookout under threatening skies And try to decipher our fate before it's too late
#poetry
We met on New Year's Eve
You told me about Thanksgiving in Knoxville
And we sang I My Life by the Beatles Let's have a cookout under threatening skies And try to decipher our fate before it's too late
#poetry
January 28, 2025 at 6:39 AM
Gray sky red wine
We met on New Year's Eve
You told me about Thanksgiving in Knoxville
And we sang I My Life by the Beatles Let's have a cookout under threatening skies And try to decipher our fate before it's too late
#poetry
We met on New Year's Eve
You told me about Thanksgiving in Knoxville
And we sang I My Life by the Beatles Let's have a cookout under threatening skies And try to decipher our fate before it's too late
#poetry
I took this picture with my phone!
January 22, 2025 at 9:38 PM
I took this picture with my phone!
I walk through the wreckage, mud and detrius, awed by the magnitude of the river's damage and the power of its passage. Homes destroyed, bridges washed out, lives lost along ancient ravines of life cycles. From the banks, I watch the river flow. I'm in the river. The river is in me. I am the river.
January 19, 2025 at 8:18 AM
I walk through the wreckage, mud and detrius, awed by the magnitude of the river's damage and the power of its passage. Homes destroyed, bridges washed out, lives lost along ancient ravines of life cycles. From the banks, I watch the river flow. I'm in the river. The river is in me. I am the river.
There's the wolf moon with Mars below to the left. #Wolfmoon Here's #PearlJam singing Superblood Wolfmoon. youtu.be/BOYdZ0GyQFQ?...
January 13, 2025 at 7:00 PM
There's the wolf moon with Mars below to the left. #Wolfmoon Here's #PearlJam singing Superblood Wolfmoon. youtu.be/BOYdZ0GyQFQ?...
I try to point my finger, but the wind keeps blowing me around, in circles. Circles. Lucky stars in your eyes. I'm walking the cow. - Daniel Johnson.
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January 9, 2025 at 7:42 PM
I try to point my finger, but the wind keeps blowing me around, in circles. Circles. Lucky stars in your eyes. I'm walking the cow. - Daniel Johnson.
youtu.be/E6qRg4gtLLo?...
youtu.be/E6qRg4gtLLo?...
December 31, 2024 at 12:09 AM
Welcome to the 2024 Christmas edition of everybody's favorite game - Cake or Meat?
December 30, 2024 at 9:16 AM
Welcome to the 2024 Christmas edition of everybody's favorite game - Cake or Meat?
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