Artemis Writing
@artemiswriting.bsky.social
Social poet of spirituality and philosophy, humanity and biology, astrology and astronomy. Forever translating life into language by the light of the moon.
Work is what I’m told to do,
to make a dollar’s worth.
But those with pockets full of gold are hedonistic jerks.
#poetry #fuckthepatriarchy
to make a dollar’s worth.
But those with pockets full of gold are hedonistic jerks.
#poetry #fuckthepatriarchy
January 25, 2025 at 4:24 AM
Work is what I’m told to do,
to make a dollar’s worth.
But those with pockets full of gold are hedonistic jerks.
#poetry #fuckthepatriarchy
to make a dollar’s worth.
But those with pockets full of gold are hedonistic jerks.
#poetry #fuckthepatriarchy
The call is coming from inside the house. No one is coming to save us, but us. Of the people, by the people, for the people. #theusconstitution #thecalliscomingfrominsidethehouse #day1
January 23, 2025 at 3:37 AM
The call is coming from inside the house. No one is coming to save us, but us. Of the people, by the people, for the people. #theusconstitution #thecalliscomingfrominsidethehouse #day1
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Political Poem: Gun Song, by Cynthia Herron
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Political Poem: Gun Song, by Cynthia Herron
What good comes from a brave man’s home, if his children are not safe when on their own. This does not feel like land of the free, this feels like blood on the ballot to me. You do not deserve to d…
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January 21, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Political Poem: Gun Song, by Cynthia Herron
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@artemiswriting.bsky.social
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@artemiswriting.bsky.social
@skylight.social I am a social poet with hope in my heart and head. I’d love to beta test to unite the collective.
January 21, 2025 at 5:53 PM
@skylight.social I am a social poet with hope in my heart and head. I’d love to beta test to unite the collective.
Her madness a fire,
fueled by her desire,
she gives birth to the words of her pain.
fueled by her desire,
she gives birth to the words of her pain.
January 21, 2025 at 5:33 PM
Her madness a fire,
fueled by her desire,
she gives birth to the words of her pain.
fueled by her desire,
she gives birth to the words of her pain.
Has anybody thought about asking the pope to shut those doors now? Maybe that’ll help?
January 21, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Has anybody thought about asking the pope to shut those doors now? Maybe that’ll help?
What use are words, if not for truth? What use is hope, if not for rising?
January 21, 2025 at 4:50 PM
What use are words, if not for truth? What use is hope, if not for rising?
They mean you, me, us.
January 21, 2025 at 4:42 PM
They mean you, me, us.
Calling the poets & misfits, the sinners & saints, the artists & outcasts, the heart & the brains, the angels & aliens, the witch & healer, the humane & hopeful, starseed & lightworker -
those the world rejected are being called from within. Do not shirk from your spirit, you were born for this.
those the world rejected are being called from within. Do not shirk from your spirit, you were born for this.
January 19, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Calling the poets & misfits, the sinners & saints, the artists & outcasts, the heart & the brains, the angels & aliens, the witch & healer, the humane & hopeful, starseed & lightworker -
those the world rejected are being called from within. Do not shirk from your spirit, you were born for this.
those the world rejected are being called from within. Do not shirk from your spirit, you were born for this.