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I acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the lands we live on & pay respect to all Elders past & present of all First Nations Australians, poet, annieb222.com

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David Middleham @dmiddleham.bsky.social · 16h
#BornBattleReady
disparate stars
seeking alignment

abstract constellations
bleeding light into the apathy

vacuumous maws devouring wishes
that named them

but i always know you

in endless firmaments
i feel your every hue

our connection

that of two iridescent hearts
and infinite sentiment

where we burn
there is love
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Ross McDermott @beyondtheonions.bsky.social · 17h
#BornBattleReady - Connection #poem #writing #horror 😱
Those sisters sing as sirens
to the plight of those who listen
in the distance, where the mire ends;
where will-o-the-wisps’ eyes glisten.

Lovers of the loon, they be.
The Sight, the toadstool, sets them free,
to lure the traveler – woe is thee
who heeds their beck and call.

Such subtle sensualities:
voices moist, voices please;
the sisters sing, the sirens tease;
moonglade marks the path eyes see.

Into the mire they fall.
Beneath they find no solace,
amongst the things that sting,
the things that squirm and crawl.
Beneath the swamp they scream and stomp
but no one hears their beck and call.

~Beyond the Onions~ Ross McDermott ~
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FizzytwizlerAllsortsOfAllsorts @fizzytwizler.bsky.social · 12h
#BornBattleReady Room fades connection takes flight Aligned day by day Into the wild chasing the sun Offline untamed, we
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 18h
#BornBattleReady #connection #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #alphabetpoem The Gossamer Thread You Fling
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Reds @blackonreds.bsky.social · 16h
Denying the urge Disconnect everything Needing to connect With true inner me Find that child Forever growing wild Show her compassion While acknowledging All that inner passion Heart and soul Taking a bow Embrace the wild Someway, somehow #BornBattleReady
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 18h
#BornBattleReady #connection #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #sonnet The Breeze Brings Autumn
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18h
#BornBattleReady
I am floating in the shallows and the shadows 
where your voice echoes back to me 
and your absence weighs heavily in my soul 
I cannot forget your deep blue eyes 
or your ever so gentle touch 
in our separation I still feel our connection 
so I linger here in this lonely place 
where your memory haunts me 
still longing for your embrace 
for we are two souls, forever drifting 
soft echoes drifting upon the breeze 
I can still feel you in the quiet corridors of time 
until, as always, you fade quietly away 
but I know the winds shall keep our secrets 
where one day, in another time, another life 
you will again, return to me 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18h
#BornBattleReady
It was many so many years ago, when together we were melting 
upon the rise and fall, of the seas of longing 
in your absence, there is still a connection 
desire still lingers like winter, deep in my soul, cold and beautiful 
there is a familiar ache, a gentle awakening 
as my memories set sail in a sea of rising waves 
slowly pouring out across the night 
and for minutes in my imagination, I am once again standing close to you 
your sweet words sounding softly like a murmur 
drifting in from afar, forever lingering in my heart 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18h
We are together, yet also apart 
my thoughts left unspoken, ebb and flow 
deep in the shallows, our flames are still flickering 
in the dark corners, of a quiet windless night 
love, an anomaly, separated, oceans apart 
our hearts forever entwined, broken, over and over again 
the scales constantly rise and fall 
love on one side, desire on the other, an unsolvable dichotomy 
endlessly navigating both truths and lies 
a battlefield, where lies settled gently, deep in our souls 
and where truths drift out of reach, like a slow sinking boat 
our hearts now shattered like broken glass 
so many goodbyes, resolutions, ultimately broken 
walls were built and walls were torn down 
constantly testing, the very ground beneath our feet 
we were forever unable to accept the reality 
that love masquerades in many forms 
that temptation is not a test, but an excuse 
an excuse to continue, on the path to nowhere 
not counting the miles, not checking the compass 
to keep track of where we were going 
we both had separate lives, never hidden from each other 
those betrayals were never revealed and still remain unspoken 
when we finally drifted apart, we both knew 
that there could never really be an end 
just long pauses, between connections 
slowly becoming a deep, dark void 
from which neither of us attempted to escape 
now here in the shadows, my memories still linger 
and my heart is unwilling to let them go 
I still see your face, hear your voice, feel your gentle touch 
and in my dreams, time stands still for mere minutes
and then rewinds, always carrying me back to you 
but I always awaken to the tragic reality 
that I now live here alone, in the echoes of us 
love and loss, tightly intertwined 
the dark art of the shadows 
endlessly repainting their creations 
in all the colours of love and loss 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18h
#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website, text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/10/16/i...
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I Now Live Here
…in the echoes of us Image courtesy of Adobe Stock We are together, yet also apart my thoughts left unspoken, ebb and flow deep in the shallows, our flames are still flickering in the dark co…
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
#BornBattleReady #ravenous #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #sonnet Leviathan
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Reds @blackonreds.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
Somehow I love The taste of copper Knowing some would call it sin My ravenous hunger You cannot, will not win Let me get closer I want to taste your blood A daydream nightmare Controlled by darkness I guess I confess That this life Is a neverending Torture to others #BornBattleReady
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
#BornBattleReady #ravenous #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #sonnet That Daring Leap
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Reds @blackonreds.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
Ravenous brain Working overtime Driving me insane Memories of then Thinking about now Not remember when's Why do you taunt me My ravenous brain Reset to see Nothing can be done Past is the past I survived Therefore I won #BornBattleReady
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David Middleham @dmiddleham.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
#BornBattleReady
bound by the crux
beneath ravenous skies
watercolour elysiums
seep beyond nascent verse

and i want you
all interlaced fingers
and silent poetry
in sighing contours

fate demands
and irreverence complies

so stain your tenets
when my soul aches most
for the memory of a song
not yet composed

let those clouds
devour our art my love

til no horizon
could ever dare deny us
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
#BornBattleReady
The ravenous night devours the light 
feasting on the last fading colours 
the shadows are slowly deepening 
but the eternal moonlight 
will always still spill its silver 
patiently painting shimmering trails 
across the canvas of darkness 
its soft whispers leaving ageless beauty 
that lingers for hours in its wake 
© Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
#BornBattleReady
Clouds are drifting, slowly unfolding 
spilling moonlight and stars 
upon the sleeping ocean 
where shimmering gentle waves 
are quietly shifting and sighing 
ravenously feasting upon the beauty 
and basking in the gentle glow 
as the light and darkness quietly embrace 
in the soft kiss of the night 
© Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
The darkness of the night, is a ravenous predator 
it feasts upon every single sliver of the light 
and every shadow, that shifts in the wind 
unwillingly betrays a shaft of moonlight 
as does every cloud, that blithely drifts away 
revealing the vulnerable stars, at play in the sky 
every aching ocean that softly reflects 
the vast endless beauty above 
and every lake, mirror-still, that paints itself 
in all the various hues of the light 
every alabaster flower, that flaunts its fragile glow 
in the endless hours of darkness 
every one of them, are complicit in the game 
this endless game, that darkness plays with the light 
their endless dance of shadows and flames 
by stealing the thunder of the light 
the darkness creates its' endless portraits of beauty
that are almost too beautiful to be believed
but the light never complains 
for her signature is deeply etched 
within each fleeting frame
and she smiles at the joy of the night
© Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 09/10/2026
#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website, text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/10/10/t...
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The Darkness Creates
…its’ endless portraits of beauty Image courtesy of Adobe Stock The darkness of the night, is a ravenous predator it feasts upon every single sliver of the light and every shadow, that …
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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
#BornBattleReady - #WildDahlia bsky.app/profile/koko...
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
#BornBattleReady
Last night, you left wild dahlias in my dreams 
you brought them to me 
with soil still clinging to their roots, unruly plants 
the colour of sunset and blood 
their petals trembling beneath the weight of moonlight 
you quietly whispered ‘these grew where we ended’ 
words that I understood, that brought me to tears 
I looked at one wild dahlia, climbing though the wreckage 
thin dark threads reaching for something 
then suddenly the dream shifted 
we were standing in an endless field 
beneath the moon, wild dahlias surrounded us 
their colours glowing against the darkness 
like small forgotten galaxies, only you, only me 
and the flowers leaning toward us 
but dreams are cruel, they give us back 
the people we have lost 
only long enough to lose them again 
already your face was fading 
and the wild dahlias began closing, one by one 
and somewhere, far beyond the dream 
a morning bird started singing 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
In spring the granite split yields up 
a greening spear, a tentative return 
to salt and spray, though bitter winds 
still whip the coastline clear
new leaves unfurl to meet the lengthening day
and summer’s crimson fire, ignites the rocky ledge 
defying the tides that thunder down below 
it opens wide upon the cliff’s stark edge 
to drink the sun and feel the south wind blow 
as autumn arrives the petals wrinkle 
touched by the rust of the brine 
heavy waves roll in 
bruising the darkening shore 
the fading colours of the blooms 
align with the grey horizons, slowly changing 
when winter starts it art 
all that remains against the gale 
the skeletal trees shifting in the sleet 
while deep below, where the freezing mists prevail 
the wild dahlias await the coming heat 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
There is a field that does not exist on any map 
you cannot search for it, you cannot ask directions 
no road signs point toward it, the field finds you 
usually, when you have lost someone 
when grief has found a room inside your soul 
where every breath and every memory, echoes there 
when you walk down a familiar road 
when you walk beside a river, you have known all your life 
suddenly the world changes, everything stands still 
the songs of the birds have faded to silence 
and before you, is a vast field 
if your heart is unbroken, you will see nothing there 
just weeds, or stones, warming in the sun 
but if your heart is broken, in your grieving, you will see 
fields of wild dahlias, stretching toward the horizon 
their colours so vivid that they don’t seem real 
each flower belongs, to someone you know 
your heart, will lead you, like an invisible thread 
soon you will find a wild dahlia, standing with the others 
do not pick it, for the dead cannot be carried home 
you may speak, tell them everything, you never said 
that you are angry, that you forgive them 
tell them about the songs, that you cannot listen to 
tell them how strange it is, that the world 
continued turning, after theirs stopped 
the wild dahlias will listen, their petals trembling 
now a fragrance you remember 
is slowly drifting in upon the breeze 
and you hear a voice answering
something from the heart
‘I know’, that is all, ‘I know' 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 02/10/2026
#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website, text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/10/03/f...
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Fields Of Wild Dahlias
…stretching towards the horizon There is a field that does not exist on any map you cannot search for it, you cannot ask directions no road signs point toward it, the field finds you usually,…
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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 26/09/2026
#BornBattleReady - #halcyon bsky.app/profile/koko...
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Reds @blackonreds.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
A dream pristine What does it mean Very peaceful Exorbitantly calm Powdery sky Has me questioning why Halcyon needs In this world of greed Perhaps only in dreams While my heart is beating As it is floating In peaceful sleep #BornBattleReady
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
#BornBattleReady #halcyon #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #sonnet I've Always Been Free
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
#BornBattleReady #halcyon #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Love The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
#BornBattleReady
After a winter storm, the world does not 
immediately become beautiful 
this is something poets sometimes forget 
nests lie empty, beneath branches 
rivers carry the wreckage of yesterday 
slowly towards the distant sea 
the petals bruised and translucent 
mist circling between the trees 
their branches dripping with raindrops 
but when the sun finally appears 
the forest becomes filled with tiny stars 
and the calmness of halcyon 
settles quietly upon me 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
#BornBattleReady
I always remember the halcyon days 
before winter scatters its’ white bones 
the morning sun, rising slowly in the mist 
as I watch the last leaves falling 
and the last blossoms drifting away 
what strange magic the earth performs 
before surrendering to the seasons 
but I have always lived joyfully 
amongst nature’s miracles 
where I always find my peace 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
There is a place beyond the restless hills 
where the wind is quiet and gentle 
and where the trees stand together in silence 
as though sharing an ancient secret 
that they have promised, to never to reveal 
I found it once, at the edge of a winter afternoon 
after the last storm had exhausted itself 
the sunlight silently spilling through the branches 
in their long strands of amber and gold 
the river was almost motionless, a silver ribbon 
resting between moss-covered stones 
carrying the reflections of clouds, towards a distant sea 
even time, seemed to have stopped watching the clock 
a dragonfly hovered above the reeds 
its bright translucent wings, catching the light 
I remember in the moment, thinking that this was my halcyon 
a place, that finally resembled peace for me 
when the rain still drips, from the tips of the leaves 
and the earth releases its dark perfume, into the air 
it is here that I find my peace, my halcyon 
in the silence between one season and another 
before winter begins to speak of endings 
a slow drifting butterfly, silently alights upon a single flower 
that is somehow blooming here alone, out of season 
the birds are slowly folding their wings 
as the evening is slowly drifting in 
and a sky full of moonlight 
is patiently waiting behind the horizon 
the darkness gathers around me, like a soft cloak 
and in the moment, I belong to nothing and no-one 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website, text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/09/25/i...
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It Is Here That I Find My Peace
…my halcyon Image courtesy of Adobe Stock There is a place beyond the restless hills where the wind is quiet and gentle and where the trees stand together in silence as though sharing an anci…
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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 19/09/2026
#BornBattleReady - #saudade bsky.app/profile/koko...
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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady - #saudade bsky.app/profile/koko...
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady #SAUDADE #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity Saudade
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady #SAUDADE #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #sorry I'm Sorry
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady #SAUDADE #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #Poe #TheRaven In the Bleak December
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Matt @inpoetsshoes.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
"A Saudade Tone" This feeling a deep yearning Translated in desire for wavering Bittersweet this healing Sadness of absence crawls in Mixes with warmth of a love felt Untranslatable its feelings No worrds can portray Longing like a nostalgia Through this life we touch upon #qrt
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady
Fragile butterflies are trembling
under the darkening skies 
I watch their quiet intimacy 
as saudade slowly circles me 
for it was so long ago 
when I was yours and you were mine 
but my yearning for you still lingers 
deep in my broken heart 
our secrets now hidden in the dark 
© Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady
In the soft dappled light 
of the incoming night 
I see fragile butterflies 
resting in the unbroken silence 
waves of saudade wash over me 
and in the moment I think of you 
my longing suddenly resurrected 
from the dark depths of my soul
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
The night is liquid, it owns me, flows through me 
dripping unceasingly, from the empty sky 
in this empty space, where my heart melts 
where the waters run, where your face reflects 
I am wandering beneath this boundless sky 
the tides of memory, shifting restlessly under the moon 
flowing gently to the sea from the gardens of heaven 
I see butterflies flying away from the dark night 
and I feel that the vast emptiness, is quietly calling to me 
here, between the darkness and the light 
through the windows of the night, creeps the sunlight 
birds cry in the wind, flying across the lavender fields of morning 
as the silence is slowly fading, I still hear your footsteps falling 
in my heart alone, I dream of your smile, perhaps a kiss 
and of all that was left unsaid and undone 
the butterflies are now resting, under a blossoming tree 
and in my aching soul, their beating wings echo on the breeze 
like the gentle sighing of numberless blades of grass 
in this brief moment, in this instant of saudade 
under the falling petals and the rain-soaked skies 
I am slowly drowning in my melancholy 
longing to see you again, just one more time 
I hear the mournful song of a bird in the evening sky 
and in each breath of the night, clouds and mists swirl around me 
now even with the twilight shadows in my heart 
drifting alone in the dark currents, of this endless night 
all of the gates to my heart, are forever open 
© Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website, text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/09/18/r...
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The Tides of Memory
…shifting restlessly under the moon Image courtesy of Adobe Stock The night is liquid, it owns me, flows through me dripping unceasingly, from the empty sky in this empty space, where my heart melt…
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❤️‍🔥 Adeline (Addie) Myles ❤️‍🔥 @honestpassion13.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
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J.G. Moore @writinglife2010.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
#BornBattleReady #ipseity #Poem #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #WritingCommunity #alphabetpoem #goldenshovel Fanfare for the Common Man
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DoraArtist @doraartist.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
@The_PoetryArena #BornBattleReady #IPSEITY, #vss365 #naivete Here's my submission. Thank you to @The_BattleQueen and everyone participating in this wonderful venue for inspiring us all. Onwards and Upwards!
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
#BornBattleReady
Unfinished conversations 
kisses given without thought 
the familiar rhythm of two people 
pretending nothing has changed 
while lies dress themselves 
in fragments of truth 
so many nights I slept peacefully 
completely unaware that you 
would eventually destroy me
that you would take, the very essence of me
myself, my ipseity
you thought silence would protect you 
and time would bury everything 
but bones rise and ghosts return 
revealing the truth, however deeply hidden 
now all I recall are the ruins 
moonlight falling through broken ceilings 
and wildflowers growing where promises 
were once quietly whispered 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
#BornBattleReady
Our words were always whispered 
so softly, that even the night could not hear 
but there were secrets that you kept 
and every secret cast a shadow 
long dark silhouettes between us 
the truths you buried in the dark 
slowly pulled us apart 
I eventually realised that I had lost myself 
that you had stolen myself from me 
my individual identity, the things 
that make me, me, my precious ipseity 
the truth stood between us, unapologetic 
in an almost unbearable silence 
now sometimes, in the fragile hours 
between sleeping and waking, I still think of you
and for a brief impossible moment there are no lies 
only the secrets we once kept 
before secrecy became the thing 
that destroyed us 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
You built your lies carefully, one upon another 
like stones in an ancient wall 
each one placed precisely to keep me outside 
keeping the secrets and lies that you were hiding, safely within 
I never even imagined the depths of your betrayal 
for I was too busy listening to your beating heart 
I foolishly thought that the rooms in your heart 
were forever mine to wander, that every door 
and every open window, looked out upon the same horizon 
that there were no hidden staircases, descending into the darkness 
no secret chambers, where another version of you existed 
I trusted the foundations and I trusted you 
but now I know what a dangerous thing trust can be 
when placed in the hands of someone 
who has learned how beautifully, that a lie can imitate the truth 
of course there were signs, small fractures 
appearing in ordinary moments 
a hesitation where there should have been certainty 
a silence where there should have been words 
your eyes constantly shifting away from mine 
and I remember thinking, how strange, how very strange 
that someone could hold me so closely 
but still be standing somewhere else, in their imagination 
you knew how to hide your secrets and lies 
and there is a particular cruelty in hindsight 
it walks me backwards through my memories
carrying a lantern, illuminating everything 
I failed to see, how you quietly took everything from me
my ipseity, my own identity 
and somewhere beneath all the wreckage
the final secret is still breathing 
the one thing that you never understood 
that I would have forgiven almost anything 
except being made to believe, that the lie was love 
©Ann Bagnall
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Annieb222 @annieb222.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
#BornBattleReady Link to poem on my website, text in first comment for anyone who prefers not to use the link: annieb222.com/2026/09/12/y...
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You Quietly Took Everything From Me
…my ipseity my own identity Image courtesy of Adobe Stock You built your lies carefully, one upon another like stones in an ancient wall each one placed precisely to keep me outside keeping t…
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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 06/09/2026
#BornBattleReady - #dandelion Not a poem - more a lyrical micro fiction... bsky.app/profile/koko...
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