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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

#vss365 @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - Pagan Dreams The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under... 1/5

Pagan Dreams

The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under people's steps. The aroma of coffee percolating next to an open fire with roasted chestnuts is filling the air. A display of roses is bleeding colours onto concrete.

I'm walking in the shadows, watching stertorous corpses ridicule the old rites, pretending to be alive. Somewhere, a man is paying an encomium to the pittance rewarding those who keep this farce running. I'm almost smitten by his stance.

I rid myself of idle thoughts as I see a silhouette dance towards the spare seat. Your reminiscence is still strong. I gasp, then hold my breath in awe.

With my exhale, tension's dam breaks. The tempest is not vindictive. Yet, I'm not grieving the life eradicated from this town.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍𓈒𓂂𓈒*𓏸︎︎︎︎⁡U @ladydecrescent.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Autumn magic has colored the leaves and made this world even more beautiful. Inspire others with your writing. De Crescent prompts 7.10.-14.10. #Roasted_chestnuts #walking_in_the_shadows #warded #Golden_leaves Use #DeCrescent_prompt and @ladydecrescent.bsky.social for RT Let's write ✍🏻

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

drawing us forth though never moving yet never still the mountain sets our will a third bored and a fourth to thrill where wintry lighting waxes and wanes like a skull whose skill at withholding pleasure is a measure of legend the horror of insecurity melts away the coherent fray

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

#vss365 @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @yeehawpoems.bsky.social @madp03t.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @ladydecrescent.bsky.social - Renovations A jack of all trades progresses in the macabre masquerade of our brave new world. Where next steps are coherent... 1/5

Renovations

A jack of all trades progresses in the macabre masquerade of our brave new world.
Where next steps are coherent with opaque reason.
Where justice is repulsed by the beak.
Where rhyme has fallen in step with insanity.

I remember this one little moment, almost too small to notice.
When bravery quietly blenched.
When skulls were ripped off of their own thoughts.
Where hearts started gleaming in wintry light - frozen.

Except for mine.
Mine was aching.
Feelings still smear over my lined face.
How dare I not be prettier?!

Grief might not be spry and I might not be able to move mountains, but at least I'm still alive.

I know this doesn't change a thing.

Tomorrow I'll plant more chrysanthemums.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

#vss365 @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @ladydecrescent.bsky.social - Out After Dark Leaving behind countless thwarted attempts, she finally overcame her linear thinking. It had been acting up in defiance of the chaos that ruled this tricky... 1/4

Out After Dark

Leaving behind countless thwarted attempts, she finally overcame her linear thinking. It had been acting up in defiance of the chaos that ruled this tricky venture.

Onyx feathers started to show on her arms as they became more flexuous.

Pleased with her outfit for the prom, she imagined herself taking flight like scorched innocence in its natural habitat. How it would be if a cloud revealed the moon, giving her a spotlight as she landed.

While she continued to stir the cauldron, this felt like a permanent arrival. She might never change back.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

Pretty vines Under a cloudy sky May grow from blossoms sweet Pompous fruits to greet Kind spirits at Fall In orange, yellow, green, and all Nourishing colours of the season - #vss365 #AcrosticOctober #WritingCommunity #DeCrescent_prompt @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

#vss365 #BornBattleReady #WritingCommunity @darkxfer.bsky.social @ladydecrescent.bsky.social - Wild Dahlia As the world falls She rises Letting the golden And rusty Debris Be The fertilizing ember For she is not stopped By the mountain That lies ahead It is Where she originates But... 1/2

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𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍𓈒𓂂𓈒*𓏸︎︎︎︎⁡U @ladydecrescent.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Dragon fire is in my veins, the Wolf in my soul runs through the winds of the North fighting battles like a Viking woman. Swords in my hands, forged of steel in the fire and ashes of battles won, do not change the fact that I am and always will be #October_girl. #DeCrescent_prompt #green_eyes_lady

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𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍𓈒𓂂𓈒*𓏸︎︎︎︎⁡U @ladydecrescent.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

The dead are risen, maybe I should have beheaded them so they can't be resurrected. Their skulls will be a great addition to my #pumpkin garden. I'll use the bones and create new monsters. At any case win-win💀 #DeCrescent_prompt #green_eyes_lady #Spooky_season

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𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍𓈒𓂂𓈒*𓏸︎︎︎︎⁡U @ladydecrescent.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

You don't wanna wake up the part of me where's something ancient & primal. No one has seen that side of me because I keep it deeply locked. Once that door opens, no one will survive. I won't care about the consequences or the damage, no one will be able to stop me. #green_eyes_lady

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

a back arched in defiance yet falling into the deepest abyss pleasing and pleased in a scorched innocence tricky and flexuous the curves cut and shadows cling to you my October girl hiding under the blanket more precious than onyx feathers

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bedroomeyespoet.bsky.social @bedroomeyespoet.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

October's crone September's squash cast iron cauldron skulls of our enemies a tempting drink at nightfall light a candle for wayward souls tonight #DeCrescent_prompt @ladydecrescent.bsky.social

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

my oh my I love the way you kneel next to my piano longing to earn my mark welcoming the wetness as I whisper the tale of your last twilight’s cry arched in ecstasy & abandon acting out every luscious longing craving the “good girl” you know comes as my fingers tracing your brow

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

hunger drives our souls to mate through this ethereal mist to and fro in translucent cycles while our colors change clinging to the arc of the sun shadows lengthen and savor nature’s sweetest stream the begging begins a scenic moment tingling tightens more monsters pretty please

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Phil @pgpayt.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

🩸 Horror Writing Prompt #2321 #book_of_the_dead Write a short, terrifying tale inspired by this prompt. Post it and tag #horrorprompt for all to see and fear. Thanks to LadyDeCrescent @ladydecrescent.bsky.social for today's inspiration!

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

#WritingCommunity #vss365 @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - The fields are black beneath an incensed sky that is gently blushing, soon after, as if ashamed of this outburst on such a halcyon morning. A few last stars remember the lights of... 1/7

The fields are black beneath an incensed sky that is gently blushing, soon after, as if ashamed of this outburst on such a halcyon morning. A few last stars remember the lights of swinging lanterns which were carried over these acres at three knocks past midnight, asking Demeter to nurture the grounds for the next luscious harvest. But for now, fruition fades as the leaves are wearing translucent gold before they woefully sail to the ground.

Some dance through the air as if to defy gravity. But no matter how rigorously they ride gust after gust, how tenaciously they cling to those last colours, they must land eventually. My practised smile slips for a moment while I cry one little tear. It shimmers on my cheek before it falls, too.

Nothing is forever, I think, and thereby release the anchor. But something doesn't ring true. Change is eternal. Souls are eternal. And some bonds between soulmates are, too. But perhaps eternity is not the same as forever.

Something tingles down my spine.

Too many blind spots from within this box.

The keynote is experience. Independence is as much an illusion as is dependency. Free will is as much an illusion as is control. And then, again, it is all that counts.

Therefore, live deeply, spare nothing, let life put its mark on you, leave the book of the dead closed. Because, after all, what is the purpose of life if not living?

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#vss365 our story had a simple genesis where the tenderest blanket purified the power in soft touches may we dream more than before diverging into the wild sunshine as the map itself seeks solace in the house that lights our shore those tingles that only a soulmate can bring...

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

#vss365 every step up this hill with you matters an ache never changes yet my experience does needing a reprieve like the winter solstice shaded breath clouds in a second yet breathless marks reality this bond strengthened coming into season now listless to living we love deeper

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𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙳𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𓈒𓐍𓈒𓂂✿𓏸𓐍𓈒𓂂𓈒*𓏸︎︎︎︎⁡U @ladydecrescent.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

October is ahead of us and the bloodiest month of horror. I look forward to your stories, writings and poems. De Crescent prompts for 30.9.-7.10. #October_girl #Pumpkins #Witch's_cauldron #skull Use #DeCrescent_prompt & @ladydecrescent.bsky.social for RT. Let's write ✍🏻🖤

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

#vss365 @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - I do not know. What do you see in me? What colours are the shades you are looking through? Perhaps the lenses are green. It would explain why you walk over me, all the time,... 1/7

I do not know.
What do you see in me?
What colours are the shades you are looking through?

Perhaps the lenses are green.
It would explain why you walk over me, all the time, as you must think the lights are on permanent "go".

In that case, I must appear to you in autumnal orange and brown.
Maybe you think I'm fallen like a leaf beneath your step.

Under a scarlet moon I might seem to bleed.
Though you'd show no satin aftercare, no steaming vigour, no repair.

Or, when your heart weather fluctuates again, as it does, all colours may fade while you reminisce about a dashing proxy - unreachable until you find back to level water.

But be cautious with what you believe to know. Your filters can only ever be a vestibule to who I truly am. Until you dare to have a look with your naked eye:

Onto black canvas spill shades of pink out of my Kintsugi heart - once broken, now mended with the gold of Komorebi light.

Dew sparkles from a flexible, yet steady branch of a tree caressed with leathery hands until it grew strong.

I may be wounded, but I won't yield to any rovers trying to rule my song.

Most do. A malaise I learnt to spot and let burn until it turns black. I use it for my canvas. It brings out the bright colours, you know - of the bistro table and the gladiolus my heart is painting.

This is where I am going to sit in tranquil quiet and commence.
What exactly?
I do not know.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Jaime @jamellen.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Between caves walls, magic rose rain dreeping down runes faint chanting filled the silence, I froze Between caves walls, magic rose copper patterns shimmer and glow warm presence I feel it loom Between caves walls, magic rose rain dreeping down runes. #TrioletJam #Dreeping

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Professor Fox ✨🖤🌹 @darkxfer.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

like Beauty and the Beast we skirt our graceful edges each longing to be something between tension and legacy barely able to think in absence as we marvel at a mutual gift wrapped within each other where lines linger longer than a Wonderland adventure

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

#WritingCommunity #poetry #vss365 @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social - A blue scrap of paper left in the last booth by the window like a lost shard of sky by the patron saint of loneliness His morning ritual is to sit like a silhouette against the bright neon light of the... 1/4

A blue scrap of paper
left in the last booth by the window
like a lost shard of sky
by the patron saint of loneliness

His morning ritual
is to sit like a silhouette
against the bright neon light
of the diner

An ordinary man
with an extraordinarily sharp mind
observing the first scenes
from other people's windows

He is training himself
to not need anything
to not feel
like a pair of worn boots by the doorway

while remembering
how every house has a sound
and how the boundaries of not belonging
mean independence and relief

Pain's cruelty blushes
as the sky turns red paying respect
to the man who on his way home
picks a yellow dandelion

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

A close-up of a yellow dandelion flower.
© Stefanie Neumann - #KBFPhotography

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

#vss365 @madp03t.bsky.social @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social - Wurb You pull the brakes with a WURB. Crestfallen, I leave the road we have been on together and exit onto a path less travelled. The highway never led anywhere. Adroitly serving... 1/8

Wurb

You pull the brakes with a WURB. Crestfallen, I leave the road we have been on together and exit onto a path less travelled. The highway never led anywhere. Adroitly serving the shit you throw at me as a refection, you taught me to anticipate poisoning. No acerbic plans in this. Just the fossil of a painful memory becoming the weapon of attention and weighing down each gentle move, followed by simplified complexity that is stopping any refreshed start in its tracks.

I know of the biodegradable core that is your banished heart. But I don't want your decaying past to be the taste of my tomorrow. The insight, a quiet arrival, is almost being scared away by the sharp sound as the drafty door of the vehicle closes, leaving you inside, as I stand in the drifting evening mist. Another night without a plan, I think, when I walk into the gloam, my matches too wet from tears to light the first lantern. Soon faded to a mere midnight silhouette, I harness the comforting silence on these paths of peace.

While I walk in meditation, the moon is slowly clearing the area under her curves, illuminating the inner strength now gleaming like a waiting key that I had almost forgotten. In the now waking light I realise: No meteoric ascent got me to this point, but rather setting one foot in front of the other, over and over again, each step an elevator to a higher ground. Or up to even ground in the first place. No other person and no technology could have done this for me. It is something solely in my power. The smell of cinnamon rolls is drifting through an open window. I walk into the store next door and buy myself a new cup - like a bird on a tree collecting building sticks from bare branches because Spring is still too far away.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

#vss365 #BSPP57 @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social - Family - The kinesis of concatenated, compulsory footsteps that decide which velvety toad we will osculate next, while suppressing intuition whispering to cut connections with those basking in... 1/3

Family -

The kinesis of concatenated, compulsory footsteps that decide which velvety toad we will osculate next, while suppressing intuition whispering to cut connections with those basking in their toxic behaviour as if it were a legacy of royal blood.

How can not only I but also my experience exist?

The answer lies beyond the narrow passage out.

They will call you a black sheep, a shraminist even, as they will have no words for this atrocity.

But I'd rather be that than continue dwelling in the hell of self-sacrifice's demands.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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