#poetic — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #poetic, aggregated by home.social.
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The Primal Scream
Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/the-primal-scream/
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The Primal Scream
Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/the-primal-scream/
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The Primal Scream
Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/the-primal-scream/
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The Primal Scream
Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/the-primal-scream/
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The Primal Scream
Raw. Volatile. Possessed. A sound ripping from my throat like something ancient trying to escape my body. The throat chakra opening in chaos, begging for release, for help, for silence….. 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/08/the-primal-scream/
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Somewhere Between Midnight and Three, They Call to Me
Somewhere between midnight and three, while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully beside the living, I sit awake with the forgotten— letting the dead speak through me one poem at a time. Click the 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/07/somewhere-between-midnight-and-three-they-call-to-me/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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Where She Let Go
I imagine you as you were— towering, sovereign, unafraid— your branches speaking in wind-tongue, your leaves whispering secrets to the sky. Click the 🔗 to read on…https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/03/where-she-let-go/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
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Where the Fae Still Wander Free
There is a place in the Appalachian spine where the mountains remember before memory— where mist does not merely drift, but thinks. There, the veil has thinned— not torn, not broken— but lifted, gently, as though two worlds agreed to breathe the same breath. And in that quiet covenant, the fae still roam….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/28/where-the-fae-still-wander-free/
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Hauntingly Familiar
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/hauntingly-familiar/
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Hauntingly Familiar
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/hauntingly-familiar/
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Hauntingly Familiar
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/hauntingly-familiar/
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Hauntingly Familiar
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/hauntingly-familiar/
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Hauntingly Familiar
“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice slipping through the dark like it had been waiting longer than I had existed. “You’ve been here before.” I know I haven’t. And yet….https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/hauntingly-familiar/
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Beneath the Feather of Ma’at
There, where the heart is weighed against the feather of Ma’at, I feel his presence— Anubis, patient and precise, his touch neither cruel nor kind, but lingering… knowing.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/beneath-the-feather-of-maat/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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Half Shadow, Half Hymn
I belong to the night— to the corridors where ghosts grow honest, where they shed the polite lie of absence and breathe again through memory’s ribs. Where ancestors press their mouths to my ear, whispering in bone-language, where the veil hangs in tatters— not a barrier, but a dare. Love lives here. Even after the burial. Even after the last goodbye forgets its own echo. I have felt the universe inhale— a slow, cosmic breath beneath the skin of thought, binary bones […]https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/24/half-shadow-half-hymn/
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https://www.europesays.com/no/213796/ Kultur, Kristiansund | Inviterer til Creative Talk: – Vi ønsker å styrke den kulturelle samtalen i Kristiansund #art #Entertainment #fotografi #kristiansund #kultur #kunst #NO #Norge #Norway #poetic #story #Underholdning
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MY PARANORMAL LIFE – The Upcoming Book & Podcast about a lifetime of being haunted.
PARANORMAL [ par-uh-nawr-muhl ] adjectiveOf or relating to the occurrence of events or perceptions without scientific explanation—psychokinesis, extrasensory perception, and other phenomena that exist beyond what we currently understand about nature and reality.Strange. Unsettling. Unexplained… or perhaps simply not yet understood. This book is my story—woven from lived experience, not imagination. Some moments I endured alone; others were witnessed by people who saw, felt, or […] -
🎶☠️💛 We all go “round and round and round” with each other on this water-covered rock in space.
I play accordion, and various synths and sing. GDub joins on guitar.
Accordions go with every kind of music. ;-)
#Music #TheMadMaggies #Accordion #Guitar #Synths #Poetic #Electronica #Folktronica
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🎶☠️💛 We all go “round and round and round” with each other on this water-covered rock in space.
I play accordion, and various synths and sing. GDub joins on guitar.
Accordions go with every kind of music. ;-)
#Music #TheMadMaggies #Accordion #Guitar #Synths #Poetic #Electronica #Folktronica
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🎶☠️💛 We all go “round and round and round” with each other on this water-covered rock in space.
I play accordion, and various synths and sing. GDub joins on guitar.
Accordions go with every kind of music. ;-)
#Music #TheMadMaggies #Accordion #Guitar #Synths #Poetic #Electronica #Folktronica
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🎶☠️💛 We all go “round and round and round” with each other on this water-covered rock in space.
I play accordion, and various synths and sing. GDub joins on guitar.
Accordions go with every kind of music. ;-)
#Music #TheMadMaggies #Accordion #Guitar #Synths #Poetic #Electronica #Folktronica
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🎶☠️💛 We all go “round and round and round” with each other on this water-covered rock in space.
I play accordion, and various synths and sing. GDub joins on guitar.
Accordions go with every kind of music. ;-)
#Music #TheMadMaggies #Accordion #Guitar #Synths #Poetic #Electronica #Folktronica
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Tomorrow's the big day ~ SPRING! I know it doesn't feel very Spring-y but the sun will return, promise.
I also promise you'll love Blossom Dearie's "They Say It's Spring"; she debuted it in 1958. By Marty Clark (#lyric) & Bob Haymes (#music), it's got this ten bar refrain that's just the bee's knees. I'm determined to cover it (in my key), make it last six minutes LOL
#BlossomDearie #jazz #writer #pianist #BobDorough #SchoolhouseRock #blossom #Spring #sympathetic #poetic
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADHeoDIhThw&list=PLke0uSKdBarC9jkMh-sAQfISPgu0c5u7v&index=13 -
White Oleander "And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality." Sale: $19.99 to $3.99 by Janet Fitch Rating: 4.4/5 (5,593 Reviews) #comingofage #fiction #literature #motherdaughter #fostercare #poetic #BookSky
White Oleander -
White Oleander "And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality." Sale: $19.99 to $3.99 by Janet Fitch Rating: 4.4/5 (5,593 Reviews) #comingofage #fiction #literature #motherdaughter #fostercare #poetic #BookSky
White Oleander -
White Oleander "And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality." Sale: $19.99 to $3.99 by Janet Fitch Rating: 4.4/5 (5,593 Reviews) #comingofage #fiction #literature #motherdaughter #fostercare #poetic #BookSky
White Oleander -
White Oleander "And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality." Sale: $19.99 to $3.99 by Janet Fitch Rating: 4.4/5 (5,593 Reviews) #comingofage #fiction #literature #motherdaughter #fostercare #poetic #BookSky
White Oleander -
The Whirlwind – Echoes of a Lost Bride is an emotional cinematic orchestral song written and composed by Ali Taha Alnobani,
#music #cinematic #cinema #song #poetry #poetic #cinematicmusic #orchestralmusic #EmotionalOrchestral #cinematicsong #poeticmusic #artfilm #visualpoetry #soundtrackstyle #alitahaalnobani #TheWhirlwind #cinematicvideo #alternativemusic #filmmusic #epicorchestral
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The Whirlwind – Echoes of a Lost Bride is an emotional cinematic orchestral song written and composed by Ali Taha Alnobani,
#music #cinematic #cinema #song #poetry #poetic #cinematicmusic #orchestralmusic #EmotionalOrchestral #cinematicsong #poeticmusic #artfilm #visualpoetry #soundtrackstyle #alitahaalnobani #TheWhirlwind #cinematicvideo #alternativemusic #filmmusic #epicorchestral
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smja_MzTROA -
The Whirlwind – Echoes of a Lost Bride is an emotional cinematic orchestral song written and composed by Ali Taha Alnobani,
#music #cinematic #cinema #song #poetry #poetic #cinematicmusic #orchestralmusic #EmotionalOrchestral #cinematicsong #poeticmusic #artfilm #visualpoetry #soundtrackstyle #alitahaalnobani #TheWhirlwind #cinematicvideo #alternativemusic #filmmusic #epicorchestral
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smja_MzTROA
