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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 8h

May the stars be kind to you tonight. 💫💫 #prose #starrynight

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 9h

Some of us weren't built for riches, we were crafted for cottages, rituals, and rebellion. #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 16h

“But I was thinking of us, endlessly of us, to the point of obsession.” —Albert Camus “I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.” —Arthur Miller, The Crucible Below is me of course. 💃🏼

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 9h

Some of us weren't built for riches, we were crafted for cottages, rituals, and rebellion. #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 21h

Happy October! October arrives carrying the crispness of change in the air. The leaves fall in moments, each one a piece of the year drifting away making space for reflection & new things to come. We move forward with gratitude. 🍁

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 16h

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 18h

I lost someone. Not to death, not yet. They were dear to me. I knew their favorite food. their favorite song. I knew what made them happy. I knew what made them sad. Most of all, I knew when they lost their spark. Oh, and that person I lost? Myself. I lost myself. —azrael, on Tumblr #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

I wrote this and don’t remember writing it. It was so long ago. Hmm. 🤔 The pretty hitchhiker waves from the roadside. She is clearly trouble but you pick her up anyway, in your old ford with bald tires and no spare to spare. Now the real story begins. #ItsAMysteryToMe

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Maybe the stars aren’t just stars, but a map to find our way to a better place. 💫💫💫 #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

On the way to those more colorful days now that it’s time to trade heatstroke for all things crisp, cool, and haunted. See you in October. 👻 👻👻👻 #poetry #OctoberEve

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Drifting in a timeless space, bare feet and a dress of silk trimmed with lace. A spirit floats through a muted hue and sprawling maze where only silent wild things grace, fading into a golden haze. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Homesick for a version of my family that doesn't exist anymore and maybe never really did, only in my mind. #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

The endless pour to start your day. I hope it helps you float along in a surrealistic way. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

The endless pour to start your day. I hope it helps you float along in a surrealistic way. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

If you're carrying something heavy tonight, look up for a moment. You're not the only one awake under this sky. The moon is waning but still giving us its light. #poetry #moon #waninggibbousmoon

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

When you can't clear your mind. Take leave of your surroundings. Roads. Cities. Streams. Forests. Be mesmerized by the rhythm of the road. Feel the wind on your face. Be refreshed by cool waters. Feel the way the air soothes your lungs. Appreciate these moments, they are your sweet survival. #prose

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Their oilskins gone, the log book spread, The lantern burned, but they were gone. No footprints left. Did the cold Atlantic claim its own? #poetry #spookypoetry #truestory #scotland Info in ALT or research online.

In December 1900, three lighthouse keepers stationed on Eilean Mòr in the Flannan Isles vanished without a trace. Before their disappearance, the lighthouse log described severe winds and unusual distress. One entry noted that a keeper had been crying. The entries gave a foreboding feeling that something bad was about to happen. Some records feel unsettling because they end exactly where the mystery begins When a relief vessel finally arrived, the lighthouse was operating. The men were gone never to be found.

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Sickness spread through her lungs. A haze, nothing viable in thought. In recovery thoughts reverted to past sadness. Being sick had been an unexpected #reprieve. Depression like a dark cloud hovering. Rain fell from her eyes. Holding onto hope, she always survives. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Good morning. Much love to all. 💋 I wish that sweets didn’t make you fat, and everything wasn’t so expensive, and that there weren’t so many idiots running around. Otherwise, life is good.

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful, but the moon is proof that repetition can be magical. #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

I saw the moon rising, wearing a black satin veil ready to seduce the minds of dreamers & poets alike. #poetry #moon #fullmoon

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Sadness has a way of sneaking up. Those who know it well, will recognize it by the sound of its footsteps alone. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Good morning! I’ve been up since 5:00am. I saw the moon setting big and bright this morning. I figure seeing it in the sky is better than in my coffee. I need a good day. If you haven’t seen the full moon this month, go look tonight before it starts waning away. 🌕 #moonmusings #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

The elusive moon dressed in lace like a phantom pearl with a hidden glow. She steps through shadows with a sudden gleam and a turning face leaving a whisper in the dark then slips away from eager gaze. #poetry #moon #fullmoon

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Maybe the stars aren’t just stars, but a map to find our way to a better place. 💫💫💫 #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Strolling through a path in a field, under the swelling moon hand in hand. At that moment they had no cares. When suddenly his lips brushed hers ever so lightly, that’s all she knew of the harvest moon. #poetry #harvestmoon #fullmoon

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

The stew is bubbling. Stevie Nicks is playing. Feeling a little gypsy-witchy. #poetry #mood

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

On quiet days with a mind full of dreams and wishful thinking, there is only one place I would wish to be… Near water… A saving grace for me. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Pretty sure all of my problems would be solved if I just moved to a small New England town, ran the local coffee shop and baked cookies for the town’s tree-lighting ceremony. ☕️🍪🎄 #musings

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

The smell of fall filled the air. The wind gently stroking the leaves telling them it’s time to go. The clouds at dusk thin, smudged, and sparse. The scent of change is everywhere. If I could choose the weather it would be autumn forever. #poetry #autumn

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

I wouldn’t be me without my little attempts to capture every moon I see. #moon #fullmoon #harvestmoon

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

My dream of being a real poet vanished like a thing in a whatever. #poet

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I need more friends who like to take fall hikes that lead to water, and drinking spiked coffee at quaint cafés, and friends who like getting lost in our favorite bookshops. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Wishing you a peaceful, balanced, and sunny day. Enjoy some coffee and be on your way. ☕️

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

A storm is brewing but the moon doesn’t mind. She sways to and fro along with the trees to the rhythm of the rumbling winds. #poetry #moon #fullmoon

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

All of the photos were love letters put on display. Now they have all been secretly tucked away. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Portal to Autumn 🍂 Leave the heavy heat behind. Step through the portal where breezing leaves blow in kind. Where summer fades to gold, and the pathway to rivers flow. Autumn continues to unfold. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Early morning in the quiet hours the moon sets low in my front sky casting a final, soft glow over my sleeping world, while a canopy of stars remain in the dark of my back sky. The world stands still between the end of night & start of day. I am here with my coffee to see it all. #poem

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

Everything fades away. Like summers give way to fall. Like the yellowing photos of youthful years gone by. Like those loves we pray for everyday even when they’re gone. If we must all fade away let us fade gracefully and beautifully if only it be our soul. Art by Sergi Cadenas. #aging

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

When I was young I had such an inferiority complex… I didn't go to college, I was too thin and because of what I came from. Then you get older and it gets tiring. You grow into yourself and you learn not to care. F⍨ck it… becomes your new attitude. #musings #mythoughts

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

When you really think about it, and you stop to look around at life, it’s the little things that have the most value. For Hearts of the Wilder Kind: Poems from Appalachia. Appalachian poetry by my cousin, Bella Bankes

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

He fell in love with her flowers, not with her roots. So when the autumn arrived he didn't know what to do. #poetry

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I call this Abandoned Autumn. 🍂 Isaac Brodsky, Fallen Leaves, 1915 #art #autumn

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I’ve fallen madly in love with Autumn. The universe must have chosen me to be an autumn soul before I was born. Autumn holds such poetry, it bursts of color and emotion. I can simply trust the air and the sensations. 🍂 #poetry #autumn

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🥀 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱.🖋 🚫 No DM’s @sbwordmuse.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Pumpkin spice with a splash of autumn. ☕️🍁 Have a fine fall day.

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