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@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 11:16 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 16

The Colour Orange

🦊🧡🍁

Oráiste.

Requested by @msmime.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #thecolourorange #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 16-The Colour Orange: I have a connection with a solar shade Up in the sky, it flies, without aid Burning open skin, warming up the ground Orange boils the Sun, where darkness drowned I have a connection with a fluffy shade Bundled in fur, once seen, they fade Hiding in the hedge, barking warnings Orange guards the Fox, haunting mornings I have a connection with a passing shade Right under foot, a crinkle in the glade Falling pieces, from the branch to the ground Orange withers the Leaf, waiting to be found I have a connection with a brandished shade One county over, they march, cars delayed Spinning their wands and drumming up tempers Orange marks the Order, formed from embers I have a connection with a violent shade Attached to a brute in a suit, soon to fade Floundering his words, her people, her name Orange tans the Trump, gambling lives for fame I have a connection, a connection, nothing more Colours surround us, they're a hue at their core As sure as red is spilt by the hands of puny power As sure as blue is used by the brains that data shower As sure as green is sown by the blades that cull the weeds As sure as I am destined to be cast back onto seeds Spring turns to Summer, turns to Autumn, turns to Winter I have a connection to the wood through a splinter.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 2:21 AM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 15

Harley and Ivy

🪴💘🔨

Intertwined vines, warning signs.

Requested by @morksawfulhouse.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #harleyandivy #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 15-Harley And Ivy: "And when ya told me ya loved me too? That's when I couldn't get enough of you!" A squeal of delight erupting from twin-tails Muffled by the squelches of a cop's entrails Slathering themselves on the head of a hammer Nailed by inappropriate sounds of cute laughter "Harls, I don't know what about you is worse Your desire to wear out the uniform of a nurse Or your need to stomp on my jade universe?!" A wriggling tendril from an overgrown bush Briared and tired, quickly becoming but mush Under the heel of a pale jester with a need To suddenly jump back from the sunken seed "IVES! OH, NO! THE LITTLE THING'S GONE LIMP! WHADDA WE DO? IT'LL DIE! SHRIVEL LIKE A SHRIMP! Oh...no...does this mean...you're gonna...skimp?" Green skin holds no envy for the jester's foolish mistake She knows it won't change the status of her leaf covered cake For tonight, no touching, no bedroom action of any kind It's all Harl's own fault, should have paid more mind "Harls, it's not something to bother your cutie booty I've got plant powers for a reason, you ditzy beauty This little flower will heal up, good as new But only if we climb up there for the view!" For crazies aren't lazies, they climb up together Above the entrails, to watch the blooming weather Ivy holds the withered bristles of a mutated poppy Harls plants the roots in the bobby's wet body The night soon ends and the sun rises high Schadenfreude memories, made from some dead guy.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 10:43 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 14

Orcas

👈🐋👉

Sleeping soundly beneath the suds.

Requested by @nanrait.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #orcas #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 14-Orcas-1st Slide: *ASLEEP* (Left [Aware]:) Waves carry me along at their pace (Right [Unaware]:) I see nothing but endless space (Left [Aware]:) Birds float atop my dwelling (Right [Unaware]:) I hear nothing but bubbles swelling (Left [Aware]:) 'Cracks' of thunder take apart the sky (Right [Unaware]:) I feel nothing but a sigh *SWITCH* (Right [Aware]:) I see now the waves are growing (Left [Unaware]:) The darkness here is overflowing (Right [Aware]:) I hear now the birds are flying (Left [Unaware]:) The bubbles here are multiplying (Right [Aware]:) I feel now the thunder's brother (Left [Unaware]:) The sighs here start to smother *SWITCH* (Left [Aware]:) Ship stays spinning under circling birds (Right [Unaware]:) Should I stay under, ignore your words? (Left [Aware]:) If you want them to catch you, feed their young (Right [Unaware]:) The bubbles, frantic, like the sea has sung (Left [Aware]:) Those 'cracks', those 'krakows', dangle overhead (Right [Unaware]:) In other words, if I don't, we wind up deadOCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 14-Orcas-2nd Slide: *AWAKE* Right, Left, Left, Right, Right, Left, Sight! The vast sea has plenty of fishes tonight! And yet, these sailors chose the predator as prey! Mercy could be had, if they press their hands and pray! Who wakes up an Orca in the middle of their sleep? Don't they know that one half always lurks from the deep? Black body, white patterns, on its belly and its face Hailing from the fabled 'Ornicus' to offer up its grace And as we see it jumping, from the starboard to the bow A beauty steals the catch, from a crew that sought to wow.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 13, 2026, 9:47 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 13

Hot Springs

♨️🏳️‍⚧️🍁

Hope replenished by a stranger's voice.

Requested by @motivatorart.bsky.social

[Private GAHT (EU)]:

www.imago.tg

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #hotsprings #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 13-Hot Springs-1st Slide: Steam flies high, above an open roof As droplets trickle, from an arm aloof "The water's so nice, I could stay here all day! What about you? Isn't it nice to get away?" The arm falls and what's attached is a lady Nude and free, just after having a baby Holding her gaze on a nervous young girl Her age is twenty, her head in a swirl "I...don't really know...this is my first time I...used to hide...when I was seen as a crime" The lady who's free looks at the girl with a scowl Seeing nothing wrong, she suspects something foul The lady raises her arm from the water once more Offering it in kindness to the girl clearly sore "Whatever once was will no longer stand in your way Won't you look into my eyes and have your own say?" The young bundle of nerves is noticeably scared They've come all alone and just about fared For when love is offered in a watery basin One would be rude to spoil the situationOCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 13-Hot Springs-2nd Slide: "Yes...I can...but don't look too close I haven't...shaved...doesn't matter, I suppose" The girl is embraced by the eyes of a stranger With more care than her Mother offered the manger The heat caresses the stresses wound tight While a lady sees a girl, with unbiased sight "Do you feel my acceptance of your truth as you are? I had the honour of holding my newborn in a car They wouldn't admit us, for one stupid reason Viewing my husband as an act of pure treason The other side hurts much the same as your soul Different means to achieve one authentic goal But what we remember, and you must do this too Living to please others will bring sadness to you" The girl cannot stop her emotions from stirring Undoing her walls as the liquids are blurring Eyebags and blots begin to heal in some spots As the ripples settle and unravel the knots "I will live as I am...as their heart rots."
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 9:22 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 12

Lycanthropy

🌕🐺☀️

Some sense shouldn't be washed off.

Requested by @pinkertonbyweezer.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIM02026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #lycanthropy #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 12-Lycanthropy: Luminescent reflections on the lake before me Reminding my mind of what I used to proudly be Successful, desired, unexpectedly loved Now sullen, despondent, unnaturally shoved In one direction, then another, fed blood Sleeping in my mouth, a brother, reddish flood Of memories once meaningful, now forced to be strange Each time I see the Moon, I undergo that same change They're disappearing... The very structure of my mind and my sight Beginning to fester into blinding light Ending up tired before a gun fires straight At my flavoured expression of what I'd just ate Their faces are predictable every time that I dine Hopeless expectation to pay the ultimate fine Belligerent blubbers of threats to my body Shivering shoulders at my newfound hobby They're screaming... And they will, again, once more, for years The woods pick up words sharp as spears Remnants of meals left over in spades Relinquished to live in abandoned glades Sun brings back the boredom of skin My mind stays heavied from the sin Bullet holes hurt Blood does spurt I check my hovel for a clean shirt.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 8:31 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 11

Nature Watching

👀🦌🚸

Respect their temperaments and no harm will come.

Requested by @msmime.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #naturewatching #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 11-Nature Watching: "Wait, settle down, they won't appear!" A group of children and a teacher in fear Of missing out on the travelling deer Not for the kids, but for herself to see Antlers in a headlock, fighting to be "The does are already gathered by the tree!" The nature reserve has many obvious signs 'Don't feed the bears' or along those lines Each one raised with text that shines "Wait, listen now, there's a rustling bush!' The children jump to the front in a rush Almost knocking the teacher out with a push Piling up to see the natural action before her Second fiddle, next generation's chauffeur "Their tails, so fluffy, I could pet them forever!" The does are alert, they see the class there Startled and still, they employ a death stare The children are scared, the does don't care "BACK, CHILDREN, THE BUCKS HAVE COME!" A clumsy one, falling behind his chum! Seven years young, beloved to some! Thundering hooves approach the class! Nothing can cause the anger to pass! "MISS, PLEASE, IT HURTS...the grass..." His ankle visibly twisted out of place His teacher quickly picking up the pace His body shielded by a smiling face "Let your fears come to a halt" The fence did nothing to stop their assault The teacher was blamed, yet not at fault The rules state that someone must pay To make sure the kids play another day.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 10, 2026, 8:17 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 10

Hairbrush

🚩🧎‍♀️🚨

We must hold them all accountable.

Requested by @nanrait.bsky.social

An Irish Helpline:

www.womensaid.ie/get-informed...

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #hairbrush #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 10-Hairbrush: Tilling my scalp, releasing mattes Counting hairs that fall from spats Loud sounds blare in other rooms No-one waiting, loneliness looms Partial sadness, whole embrace A heavy crown linked to a sullen face Sizzling ends dragged from screeching roots Curling into shape, satisfying coots Paying hefty sums to eat their dinner out Lowering themselves for a lady to shout Obscenities that hold within them sheer truth For a heart that's hurt by their lover aloof Strands that won't sit where I want them to Wait for messages passed while in the loo With stories that could turn a policeman's head Around in his car and back down to his bed I hope, in the morning, he will hand it in But he'll probably crush it, straight to the bin Brush, brush, brush it all aside Stop, stop, stop all that he's tried Ring, ring, ring your family over Scream, scream, scream before the clover Rip, rip, rip grass from the soil "Strip! Strip! Strip the clothes you spoil.'
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 7:52 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 9

Dimmer Switch

🤡💡🎥

No-one's knocking at the door.

Requested by @pinkertonbyweezer.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #dimmerswitch #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 9-Dimmer Switch: "Two modes are expected by the buyer But if we said that, we'd be the liar! This baby comes pre-conditioned to turn For times of sleep and times to learn!" Crappy cameras and a bent green screen An unpaid intern, scribbling to glean "Just why should you buy our product over others? Simple! You'll need nothing from our marketable brothers! It helps you make the best of time, for all in your life! Shadow puppets, early rises, unnecessary social strife!" Slurping straws from an empty cup Nibbling their topper, a grumpy pup "Stars on the ceiling will glow and dim! Imagination will fester, boredom grows slim! Think of the worlds found between the shadows! One, two, punch! That's the lazy option we expose!" Yawning, stumbling, to turn the camera off Ending recording with an unedited cough The well dressed man with the unkempt hair Walks to the intern, looking for a share "Got any left? My throat's drier than the desert!" Ice shakes loose, making light of his effort.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 7:17 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 8

Sunset By The Beach

👙🏳️‍🌈🌅

Sun's down, going down.

Requested by @sayoha39.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #sunsetbythebeach #poetry #writer #internationallesbianday #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 8-Sunset By The Beach: Frilly patterns Polka dots Open chest Happy thoughts Cleaved bosom Cupping hands Parting locks Soft glands Shared giggles Jokes unsaid Sprawled legs Makeshift bed Whispered words Coming close Sweaty shivers Clenched toes Perky circles Swimming shoals Suits beside Fiery souls.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 8:05 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 7

Fast And Furious

🚘🍽✝️

My tank is empty without you.

Requested by @motivatorart.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #fastandfurious #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 7-Fast And Furious: 'Dim your light', that's the way they always talk But all my life I've had to fight, just to walk While they drove backwards, stuck in reverse I've ridden straight past their dead in a hearse Burnt out tires rarely see much of the track But they push the pedal down makin' up for what they lack My white vest never gets caught in the axels But his cross is tied around each of my shackles Spinnin' wheels surround me, in the air and on the ground Fizzin' for a chance to cease my success with the crowd Romanticised women, souped up cars and endless booze But there's only been one who had the balls to make me lose Brian O'Conner, blonde hair, eyes blue Smiles across his face like his lips tasted glue Tight sweaty t-shirts and teeth sharply white Letty forgive me, but I think he's alright My words are not bullshit, his racing prowess Knows no bounds on the track, techniques impress Nitrous oxide flows through my blood and bones When he overtakes all my foes and their drones The cookouts are hard, when he cosies up to my sister Lying in his lap, I wish he could try to resist her I'd give him an extra sausage from the grill And whoever says no...will know I can kill.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 6, 2026, 9:00 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 6

Tea, Earl Grey, Hot

☕️🖖🚀

The Enterprise-D needs a Health and Safety Inspection.

Requested by @pinkertonbyweezer.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #teaEarlGreyhot #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 6-Tea, Earl Grey, Hot-[1st Slide]: "Replicator, this is the fourth time now Either get it right or I do solemnly vow-!" Captain Jean Luc Picard, his experience decorated Insulted by a food machine, every word irritated *SHHHHT* "Captain, there appears to be a problem with the ship Reports from Decks 1 through 11 state there to be a rip-" Lieutenant Commander Data, grey and put together Wires behind eyes, his thoughts' primary tether "Not now, Data, I have business to attend to Respectfully, can it wait until my order is through?" Data tilts his head, into a puzzled expression He always thought the Captain would avoid aggression "Query, Captain. What does seem to be the matter? You appear undone by that which serves a digital platter" The Captain looks, then looks away Seemingly unable to make his gaze stay "No, I'm not alright, Data, honestly, I'm not I want my tea, Earl Grey, nice and hot!" They both look straight at the Replicator Housed in the wall, showing the word 'Elevator'OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 6-Tea, Earl Grey, Hot-[2nd Slide]: "Captain, I do not mean to alarm you, but there is no Replicator in the Elevator shaft" "I know that, Data, thank you, so why does it display it as if it is part of our craft?" Then as soon as he asks, another walks in, holding a well dirtied jumper and a rubbish bin "Captain, Lieutenant Commander, ye will wanna have a peek at this, we found it, half out, half in" Miles O'Brien, Transporter Officer, doesn't just walk himself up the Bridge for a beer He holds the reason, as the scanners come forth, acknowledging the loss of someone dear "An ensign's uniform from Deck 7, Captain. This must be related to the reported rip in the wiring from Decks 1 through 11" The Captain sharply stares into Data's calm eyes, dreading the link between his tea and this poor young boy sent to heaven "We must go to the scene, where this child lost his life, to understand what can be done, to avoid further strife!" Miles, Data and Picard arrive at the shaft to find it no longer responds to inputs, electrical charges, or manual override codes Acting as if everything it once did is now entirely separate from what it does now, no longer an elevator, no up and down nodesOCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 6-Tea, Earl Grey, Hot-[3rd Slide]: Data interacts at a blitzing pace, overtaking any code that attempts to spit in his face He continues, for minutes, then all of a sudden stops and looks, deep into the panel's screen "Query, O'Brien. If the nodes are no longer present here, then what are the chances that we are pressing the inputs to a separate machine?" O'Brien ponders this idea with a scoff, his work as a Transport Officer makes him laugh at the thought of inputs being misplaced "Well, Mr.Data, there's a few wee problems if that is the case. If this is a Replicator's panel, then wherever it's makin' will be-" "DISGRACED, MR.O'BRIEN, UTTERLY RUINED! GET BACK INTO MY READY ROOM! AT ONCE! MAKE IT SO! ENGAGE THE PROBLEM! NOW! AND FOREVER!" They enter together, in a difficult bind, through the one door, in an attempt to sever But the liquid is bundling up with the carpet, hot and cold mixed into Earl Grey flavour A bit of chicken, a leg of lamb, a side of gravy and unmitigated behaviour "This is my doing...my indulgent desire...Starfleet needs a report...and we, a funeral pyre."
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 8:04 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 5

Persistence

🤷‍♂️📝🤖

Words taken out of context and burned.

Requested by @darragquest.bsky.social

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #persistence #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 5-Persistence: Over and over and over, it turns Cogs whirring as the machine learns Synaptic accordance, repeated respondence Correlating numbers accelerate despondence It tells us to stop, hoist up our flags Reams of white in brown paper bags Lined and learned, notated in spades Non-consensually fed under shades Centimetres clamped at a centipede's pace Ridges round the rinds of the race To make something 'new' from that which is Blatantly stolen, forcing emotion to fizz The writing is hand, the words are thought Mentally formed from framings sought The parts are built, the codes ingrained Fondled keys to leave hearts stained Breaths of the passersby passed away Condensed into smoke in a monstrous display When lines run dry and the jacket too long What is attached will have to be strong 'The Battle of Blood and Binary' beckons Words will be uttered, delivered in sections Cloud backups versus tangible hard copies Someone will pull the plug on the bodies.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 2:35 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 4

Outlaw

🚂🪢👢

Requested by @motivatorart.bsky.social

Targeted bits as the bombshell hits.

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #outlaw #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 4-Outlaw-1st Slide: Blackened fingers unraveling through rubble Counting down tonight's toil and trouble Tri-coloured wire encased in scarlet Fastened and ready to blast a starlet "The darn train's late!" "Late?" "AGAIN!" A band of three brothers, coated and armed Stand over train tracks and a maiden harmed Ropes tied tight and wriggling in fright Blindfolded and bound, no end in sight The wire is wrapped, around her legs and arms Ridiculing her attempts to work her charms "Boys! Boys! Oh, dear little boys! What would stop your explosive toys? A kiss? A feel? A night to remember?" "Your bony bits in the roaring ember!" Laughs, chortles, chuckles from two There's no way out, not even a view To watch the train, its chimney pumps Tall billows approaching smiley grumps The wheels they are a-turnin' *CHUGGA, CHUGGA, CHUGGA* The coals they are a-shovelin' *SCHLKK, SCHLKK, SCHLKK* The guns they are a-cockin' *CH-CH, CH-CH, CH-CH* "GET TO THE BOX AND SEND THAT WIRE CRACKLIN'!"OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 4-Outlaw-2nd Slide: One of the three runs faster than ever While the other two stand, ready to sever Their fleeting connection to the maiden bound On the...train track...nowhere to be found? "Boys, boys, dear little boys! How could you think I wouldn't make noise? You wrap poorly, you wouldn't hide a present NOW COOK NICE AND CRISPY LIKE A PRIME CUT OF PHEASANT!" "The box!" "The box?" "IT'S NOT BY THE ROCKS!" She holds it, handling the lever like a glass Drunk on power, she pulls a gun from her ass A secret compartment, dirtied by her roll Enticing the box towards her devilish soul The maiden stands proud, conducting the situation As the tickets are punched before the station There's people on board, the wire is live Outsmarted, outfoxed, one will survive.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 9:04 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 3

BIRD

🐦🌲🐣

Requested by @nanrait.bsky.social

Parents know how to leave their mark.

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #BIRD #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-Number 3-BIRD: Chirping chicks relaying hunger Withered willows shielding younger Babies born from a tired wing Start scrappy, then softly sing Shifting gears in shivering wind Searching streets for slivers binned Morsels left by bellies filled Talons tackle, leaving them spilled! Above the rooves, the world is large Smoking stacks and a travelling barge Each eye spies the sailor's hat In the battle for custody, gifting a splat! White marks speckled with leftover food Trickling down in a manner crude Human skin recoiling with every touch Of an avian clan that left too much! In a stolen hat, crumbs are served In the willows withered and often curved.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 2, 2026, 6:37 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 2

Watching Paint Dry

🎨🤼‍♀️🪣

Requested by @msmime.bsky.social

'Mite' they have some mercy?

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #watchingpaintdry #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-2-Watching Paint Dry: "Did you see it? I swear, this time it moved!" Two girls huddled in front of a painted fence "Yeah, sure, it scooched, it maybe even grooved!" A bucket sits, innards used as a colourful expense "There's so much uncovered, did we do a bad job?" Sections of the wood clearly lack brown "Nah, the wind'll do it, just sit like a slob!" The mites race from their destiny to drown "Hey, they're ugly, and they're trying to get away!" The girls keep watching, not moving an inch "No chance, they won't make it, the paint's in play!" On the girls' word, bodies trapped, start to flinch "Ha-ha! Squirming, little bugs! Stupid things!" Entirely drenched, inside maws, paint clings "Take it all, drink it up! No-one will save you!" Two girls enjoy death by the morning dew.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 3:03 PM

OCTPOWRIMO 2026

Number 1

I Still Love You

🐁🍽🪲

Requested by @sayoha39.bsky.social

Who will pick up the pieces now?

#OCTPOWRIMO2026 #octoberpoetrywritingmonth #istillloveyou #poetry #writer #iloveyouall

OCTPOWRIMO 2026-1-I Still Love You: Whinging babies Overplayed tunes Cushioned lazies Unwashed spoons Something snaps in half, in the back A bony sound, no different than a crack Tired tears, howled loudly in remorse A shattered plate, ivory and coarse The dinner is served, for the lowly mouse It takes its time, as a guest in the house And invites its friend, a hobbled louse Streams continue to topple rosy smiles Slathering damply onto weathered tiles An old home, an old way Routine lies broken, shifting today And as old as the rest, a shaky voice quivers; "Remember me...as the bank...to your rivers..." A sunken chair, as the message delivers.
@mapl3-syruppoetry.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 4:09 PM

Hello everyone!

I am excited to see what you think :3

It doesn't have to be a favourite, just something you felt resonated with you about my art :3

Thank you! Love y'all!💖🦊

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@amelatu.itch.ioSep 16, 2026, 6:08 PM

New Virtual Tabletop project up on my itch. It’s still early, but I’m excited!

#vtt #rpg #ttrpg #embertable #iloveyouall

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