Zac'hary' Thraves
@28hary.bsky.social
Living in the realm of dream, surrealism, wine and song. Writes, acts, cries, has tantrums, disappears, hosts a pod.
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
December 17, 2025 at 11:25 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
December 16, 2025 at 10:07 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
December 15, 2025 at 12:02 PM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
December 12, 2025 at 11:06 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
December 11, 2025 at 10:12 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
December 10, 2025 at 9:23 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
December 9, 2025 at 9:39 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
A curious couple of tales. I find Henry James uses twenty words where four will do. Still, these a supposed classics.
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
December 8, 2025 at 11:22 AM
A curious couple of tales. I find Henry James uses twenty words where four will do. Still, these a supposed classics.
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
they ask questions to exist,
such as…
why do you write? poor thing
when does it end? all night
and
how much does it cost you? life
I perform the #soliloquy
to keep them at bay
in a blue moon
they ask questions to exist,
such as…
why do you write? poor thing
when does it end? all night
and
how much does it cost you? life
I perform the #soliloquy
to keep them at bay
in a blue moon
December 8, 2025 at 9:53 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
they ask questions to exist,
such as…
why do you write? poor thing
when does it end? all night
and
how much does it cost you? life
I perform the #soliloquy
to keep them at bay
in a blue moon
they ask questions to exist,
such as…
why do you write? poor thing
when does it end? all night
and
how much does it cost you? life
I perform the #soliloquy
to keep them at bay
in a blue moon
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
She wore elegance in her eyes
a glancing #chic reminiscent of
broken glass, her glittered dreams
lying like shards in bloody hands.
She didn’t need to commit anymore
her life became her moulded mind
She wore elegance
and drifted into a sea of loss.
She wore elegance in her eyes
a glancing #chic reminiscent of
broken glass, her glittered dreams
lying like shards in bloody hands.
She didn’t need to commit anymore
her life became her moulded mind
She wore elegance
and drifted into a sea of loss.
December 5, 2025 at 9:38 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
She wore elegance in her eyes
a glancing #chic reminiscent of
broken glass, her glittered dreams
lying like shards in bloody hands.
She didn’t need to commit anymore
her life became her moulded mind
She wore elegance
and drifted into a sea of loss.
She wore elegance in her eyes
a glancing #chic reminiscent of
broken glass, her glittered dreams
lying like shards in bloody hands.
She didn’t need to commit anymore
her life became her moulded mind
She wore elegance
and drifted into a sea of loss.
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
I see life in vespers
swollen dreams drowned in dust
your voice echoes, like a dull evening
#vespertine voices shrill
and atoms once avoided, remain large
open the exercise book
take notes
you’re on in five
I see life in vespers
swollen dreams drowned in dust
your voice echoes, like a dull evening
#vespertine voices shrill
and atoms once avoided, remain large
open the exercise book
take notes
you’re on in five
December 4, 2025 at 10:08 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
I see life in vespers
swollen dreams drowned in dust
your voice echoes, like a dull evening
#vespertine voices shrill
and atoms once avoided, remain large
open the exercise book
take notes
you’re on in five
I see life in vespers
swollen dreams drowned in dust
your voice echoes, like a dull evening
#vespertine voices shrill
and atoms once avoided, remain large
open the exercise book
take notes
you’re on in five
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
they used to call my emotions #chivalrous
question the narrative
the inertia of conflict;
wisdom subsides with land mass
ocean of screams scraping away
at the dull facades of noble heroes;
chivalry was dead for so long
that I forgot to let out the steam
they used to call my emotions #chivalrous
question the narrative
the inertia of conflict;
wisdom subsides with land mass
ocean of screams scraping away
at the dull facades of noble heroes;
chivalry was dead for so long
that I forgot to let out the steam
December 3, 2025 at 9:46 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
they used to call my emotions #chivalrous
question the narrative
the inertia of conflict;
wisdom subsides with land mass
ocean of screams scraping away
at the dull facades of noble heroes;
chivalry was dead for so long
that I forgot to let out the steam
they used to call my emotions #chivalrous
question the narrative
the inertia of conflict;
wisdom subsides with land mass
ocean of screams scraping away
at the dull facades of noble heroes;
chivalry was dead for so long
that I forgot to let out the steam
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
the china cup was left on the side
brittle bones and sharp memories
candy pops of her brain, stolen darkness
#aphotic dreams that can never be revealed
her tea stewed on the floor, waiting to be forgotten
she was gone from this wind, like a fever air
the china cup was left on the side
brittle bones and sharp memories
candy pops of her brain, stolen darkness
#aphotic dreams that can never be revealed
her tea stewed on the floor, waiting to be forgotten
she was gone from this wind, like a fever air
December 2, 2025 at 10:05 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
the china cup was left on the side
brittle bones and sharp memories
candy pops of her brain, stolen darkness
#aphotic dreams that can never be revealed
her tea stewed on the floor, waiting to be forgotten
she was gone from this wind, like a fever air
the china cup was left on the side
brittle bones and sharp memories
candy pops of her brain, stolen darkness
#aphotic dreams that can never be revealed
her tea stewed on the floor, waiting to be forgotten
she was gone from this wind, like a fever air
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
#suave
she moves as ice in winter
gallons of glass shine on her skull;
an empty diamond stirs while
her lips form gentle spells;
gracious, perhaps too #suave
a persuader of milk white emotions
a longed for touch of her poetry
#suave
she moves as ice in winter
gallons of glass shine on her skull;
an empty diamond stirs while
her lips form gentle spells;
gracious, perhaps too #suave
a persuader of milk white emotions
a longed for touch of her poetry
December 1, 2025 at 12:05 PM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
#suave
she moves as ice in winter
gallons of glass shine on her skull;
an empty diamond stirs while
her lips form gentle spells;
gracious, perhaps too #suave
a persuader of milk white emotions
a longed for touch of her poetry
#suave
she moves as ice in winter
gallons of glass shine on her skull;
an empty diamond stirs while
her lips form gentle spells;
gracious, perhaps too #suave
a persuader of milk white emotions
a longed for touch of her poetry
are you the definitive?
do you slide into view, embellish yourself
in the sockets of those around you?
or, like a fashioned belt, an Orion constellation
do you bide your time, read an article you have
been saving? When it comes down to it,
nothing really #matters -
rainy days like Mondays
do you slide into view, embellish yourself
in the sockets of those around you?
or, like a fashioned belt, an Orion constellation
do you bide your time, read an article you have
been saving? When it comes down to it,
nothing really #matters -
rainy days like Mondays
November 29, 2025 at 10:09 AM
are you the definitive?
do you slide into view, embellish yourself
in the sockets of those around you?
or, like a fashioned belt, an Orion constellation
do you bide your time, read an article you have
been saving? When it comes down to it,
nothing really #matters -
rainy days like Mondays
do you slide into view, embellish yourself
in the sockets of those around you?
or, like a fashioned belt, an Orion constellation
do you bide your time, read an article you have
been saving? When it comes down to it,
nothing really #matters -
rainy days like Mondays
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
pretend to be concerned
shove us swiftly through the door
clutching paper, signed warrant
a transaction of medications;
"emotions hinder progress"
forget, like the race to the moon
or what you ate last Friday
there is no mental #health
the line goes dead
pretend to be concerned
shove us swiftly through the door
clutching paper, signed warrant
a transaction of medications;
"emotions hinder progress"
forget, like the race to the moon
or what you ate last Friday
there is no mental #health
the line goes dead
November 28, 2025 at 11:55 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
pretend to be concerned
shove us swiftly through the door
clutching paper, signed warrant
a transaction of medications;
"emotions hinder progress"
forget, like the race to the moon
or what you ate last Friday
there is no mental #health
the line goes dead
pretend to be concerned
shove us swiftly through the door
clutching paper, signed warrant
a transaction of medications;
"emotions hinder progress"
forget, like the race to the moon
or what you ate last Friday
there is no mental #health
the line goes dead
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
there is reason in the air
windmills crushing ideas
fancy footwork dizzying eyes
teachers offering more learning
and
March hares sing solo
while clouds wish for rain
angels tread the stolen pavements
and all of time still #learning to walk
there is reason in the air
windmills crushing ideas
fancy footwork dizzying eyes
teachers offering more learning
and
March hares sing solo
while clouds wish for rain
angels tread the stolen pavements
and all of time still #learning to walk
November 27, 2025 at 11:22 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
there is reason in the air
windmills crushing ideas
fancy footwork dizzying eyes
teachers offering more learning
and
March hares sing solo
while clouds wish for rain
angels tread the stolen pavements
and all of time still #learning to walk
there is reason in the air
windmills crushing ideas
fancy footwork dizzying eyes
teachers offering more learning
and
March hares sing solo
while clouds wish for rain
angels tread the stolen pavements
and all of time still #learning to walk
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
you always speak back to me
never silence with you, always
noise, a jackhammer of words
pretending a support while
chipping the plaster, burning
my skin, gouging my eyes raw
I can’t lose you
my #reflection
closer to me
than reality
you always speak back to me
never silence with you, always
noise, a jackhammer of words
pretending a support while
chipping the plaster, burning
my skin, gouging my eyes raw
I can’t lose you
my #reflection
closer to me
than reality
November 26, 2025 at 2:30 PM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
you always speak back to me
never silence with you, always
noise, a jackhammer of words
pretending a support while
chipping the plaster, burning
my skin, gouging my eyes raw
I can’t lose you
my #reflection
closer to me
than reality
you always speak back to me
never silence with you, always
noise, a jackhammer of words
pretending a support while
chipping the plaster, burning
my skin, gouging my eyes raw
I can’t lose you
my #reflection
closer to me
than reality
#vss365 #poetry
when she ran the wind in her hair echoed distance
she would clock in minutes, burnout for milliseconds
when her body clock burned, she dared not look back
she was #timed to perfection, weary limbs ached
comfort never gained riches, she said, as her breath faded into traffic noise
when she ran the wind in her hair echoed distance
she would clock in minutes, burnout for milliseconds
when her body clock burned, she dared not look back
she was #timed to perfection, weary limbs ached
comfort never gained riches, she said, as her breath faded into traffic noise
November 25, 2025 at 10:33 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
#relevant
my place in the world is irrelevant
the sea ebbs, flows, heart beats
the outcome of what I see means little;
yet it gives breath, life begins again
when storms pass, raindrops from eyes fade
your skin glows:
it is you who makes it relevant
#relevant
my place in the world is irrelevant
the sea ebbs, flows, heart beats
the outcome of what I see means little;
yet it gives breath, life begins again
when storms pass, raindrops from eyes fade
your skin glows:
it is you who makes it relevant
November 24, 2025 at 11:32 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
#relevant
my place in the world is irrelevant
the sea ebbs, flows, heart beats
the outcome of what I see means little;
yet it gives breath, life begins again
when storms pass, raindrops from eyes fade
your skin glows:
it is you who makes it relevant
#relevant
my place in the world is irrelevant
the sea ebbs, flows, heart beats
the outcome of what I see means little;
yet it gives breath, life begins again
when storms pass, raindrops from eyes fade
your skin glows:
it is you who makes it relevant
#vss365 #poetry #surrealism
dreams are sentient memories
of eyes, sometimes blue,
of lips, anticipating, releasing
your nose, often scenting the scene
I fall into #specifics, a carousel of doubt
sinking into oblivion, your mind;
when we wake, there is sun
disappearing over the hill,
gone forever
dreams are sentient memories
of eyes, sometimes blue,
of lips, anticipating, releasing
your nose, often scenting the scene
I fall into #specifics, a carousel of doubt
sinking into oblivion, your mind;
when we wake, there is sun
disappearing over the hill,
gone forever
November 21, 2025 at 10:50 AM
#vss365 #poetry #surrealism
dreams are sentient memories
of eyes, sometimes blue,
of lips, anticipating, releasing
your nose, often scenting the scene
I fall into #specifics, a carousel of doubt
sinking into oblivion, your mind;
when we wake, there is sun
disappearing over the hill,
gone forever
dreams are sentient memories
of eyes, sometimes blue,
of lips, anticipating, releasing
your nose, often scenting the scene
I fall into #specifics, a carousel of doubt
sinking into oblivion, your mind;
when we wake, there is sun
disappearing over the hill,
gone forever
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
we see the lights
become the beacon, release;
there’s a camera lens in all our eyes
an obscura, a reality of cloud;
when the doubts form,
like mountains from ocean,
burst into #action -
the curtain rises...
we see the lights
become the beacon, release;
there’s a camera lens in all our eyes
an obscura, a reality of cloud;
when the doubts form,
like mountains from ocean,
burst into #action -
the curtain rises...
November 20, 2025 at 10:22 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
we see the lights
become the beacon, release;
there’s a camera lens in all our eyes
an obscura, a reality of cloud;
when the doubts form,
like mountains from ocean,
burst into #action -
the curtain rises...
we see the lights
become the beacon, release;
there’s a camera lens in all our eyes
an obscura, a reality of cloud;
when the doubts form,
like mountains from ocean,
burst into #action -
the curtain rises...
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
when the sand blasts
the creases of your skin,
freezing memories, halting
discarded elements of #reality -
doors open up, glimpses of hope
a peeling tangerine just out of reach
or perhaps, another dimension...
that’s when the cuckoo calls
when the sand blasts
the creases of your skin,
freezing memories, halting
discarded elements of #reality -
doors open up, glimpses of hope
a peeling tangerine just out of reach
or perhaps, another dimension...
that’s when the cuckoo calls
November 18, 2025 at 9:27 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
when the sand blasts
the creases of your skin,
freezing memories, halting
discarded elements of #reality -
doors open up, glimpses of hope
a peeling tangerine just out of reach
or perhaps, another dimension...
that’s when the cuckoo calls
when the sand blasts
the creases of your skin,
freezing memories, halting
discarded elements of #reality -
doors open up, glimpses of hope
a peeling tangerine just out of reach
or perhaps, another dimension...
that’s when the cuckoo calls