Image of my poem: The year slows down to feel its past. Shadows stretch like sleepy cats. The sun dips low and holds its line, as though the dark has weight and time. Light clings to edges, thinly spun. Frost giggles on windows, having fun. Clouds drift heavy through muted beams, as the day unravels in colorful streams. Candles whisper, fires hum. The world leans back and lets night come. No hurry, no questions, no need to race, just time lounging in its quiet space. The longest night, the shortest day. The year looks back, then slips away. Darkness deepens, rich and strong, while you witness this winter song.

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Image of my poem: As I gaze out my window, I witness a flurry of glimmer, a soft shimmer. This is winter.

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I'm a slow hooker, but I made this 43-in lapghan in ~16 hours!!! Only stopped cuz I ran out of green. Original & anyone who doesn’t crochet at snail’s pace could finish this in no time. Maybe I should write it up?

#Crochet #CrochetBlanket #SpiralCrochet #FiberArts #Handmade #CottonCrochet #YarnArt

Image of my poem: Open your eyes Even the closest glance Cannot read another’s mind Intent conceals Projections reveal

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Image of my poem: Everyone’s got labels, no one’s got mirrors. Pick-me this, white-knight that. Meanwhile you’re all just talking in circles, lonely in packs, posting your feelings in place of facts.

#poem #poetry

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Image of my poem: Life is cruel, painfully mean a couple crowns, but never a Queen I grit my teeth and brace the hurt mostly because I hate dental work

#poem #poetry #humorouspoetry

#poem #poetry #humorouspoetry

An image of my poem: The dawn spills yolk across the waking land. The universe folds within my hand. Existence sings its secret, soft and grand. I taste the dawn, the ages, and the ham Damn, this burrito slams.

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You’re screaming at the screen again,
pointing fingers at the brand,
but not at the hands.

Don’t preach powerless
while saying their name,
amplifying every drop of drama
just to feel seen.

If you don’t like the noise,
stop clapping.

#poem #poetry

Behold! The Blanket Stitch, in Spiral.

Two ways: square or circle.

All was made with Sugar ‘n Cream 100% cotton yarn.

Patterns coming soon!

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I used to wear masks
Layers and suffocating
Now I am my breath

#haiku

Loop, pull, twist, repeat.
Making sense one stitch at time.
Nope…lost it again.

#haiku

I am becoming
Wait no I do not know what
I am becoming

#haiku

An image of my poem: Integrity, where did you go? Did you vanish or are you laying low? We miss your honesty and your grace. Now we’re stuck with lies in your place. We’re tired of fake, it’s time to mend. Please return and bring this to an end. The world is dim without your light. Guide us back to what is right. Reminder: If we want a culture of #integrity, we have to build it. With #courage, not silence. #poem #poetry If you would like more, check out my Substack: https://www.substack.com/@spoiledknottydiva

Reminder:

If we want a culture of #integrity, we have to build it.

With #courage, not silence.

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An image snippet from a longer piece of mine: Here's a dose of truth, medicinal. It's not my fault you take it personal. I'm a mirror, not your confessional. I reflect, I don't distort, but you hate the truth, you can't contort. You call me cruel, or cold, or mean. You definitely don't like the reflection you've seen. #poem #poetry #truth Check out the full piece here: https://open.substack.com/pub/spoiledknottydiva/p/the-mirror-you-meet?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=6c02nl

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As much as I’m a perfectionist who loves a scientific approach, I’ll never stop being baffled by how much I hate pausing crochet to take notes & measurements.

I just want to make the art 😭

Pattern coming soon!

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An image of a Public Service Announcement: If someone shows you they’re terrible, believe them. Response protocol: *Observe actions *Ignore excuses *Exit gracefully Congratulations! You’ve successfully avoided unnecessary chaos.

Protect your peace, y'all!

#protectyourpeace #boundriesaresexy #exitgracefully #avoidthechaos #selfrespect #unbotheredenergy

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I LOVE crocheting spiral blankets!

Patterns coming soon.

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Image of my poem: If nothing changes, why do you expect it to be different? You say you’re tired of it, but you’re still in it. Maybe you don’t want better. Maybe you'd rather be chronically miserable, than temporarily uncomfortable. #poem #poetry #beuncomfortable If you would like more, check out my Substack: https://www.substack.com/@spoiledknottydiva

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Image of my poem: To seek the truth, to lift the veil, Not bound by lies that twist or pale. With open eyes, choose to see, The world as it is, not how it could be. In knowledge, strength, & wisdom's light, Walk the path of clearer sight. No shadows will obscure the way, Face the truth, come what may.

#poem #poetry

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If you expect someone else to do it for you, you lose.

A gate can only be so big.

Just go around it.

Imagine of my poem: I will not bend my words to trend, Nor tailor thoughts the feed might send. Let silence starve the god of reach— I owe no tithe to soulless speech. No dance for clicks, no softened line, No gilded bait to buy me time. So let the echo pass me by. I’d rather fail than write a lie.

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An image of a poem I wrote that states: Among the still, she dared to turn, a quiet fire none return. While others clung to summer’s breath, she faced the wind, soon to shed death.

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An image of my poem on notebook paper marked up with a red pen that reads: "A compliment from an English teach? Now that's bliss!" Psh. I wish. My English teachers used to groan, "Your writing's weak—just leave it alone!" They'd mark in red with weary sighs, While I sketched out graphs and theorized π’s. But now I'm old, and here's the deal: I write what I want; bad grammar’s my spiel. A rebel with commas, I strut on the page, A literary menace in middle age. So if you’re young and teachers scoff, Just smirk and flip their red pens off. You’ll find your voice in time, like me Unruly, proud, and immune to formality.

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Imagine of original poem: Wake Up. Coffee drips. Toast burns. Scrape it nonetheless. Ceiling hums. Click. Scroll. Click. Scroll. Rhythm becomes heartbeat. Smile in squares. Laugh in squares. Grief in squares. Is this life, squared? Think of things done. Think of all things undone. Counting seconds. Counting nothing. Ever notice how small the world feels through tiny glass? Sit, sip, stare. Click. Scroll. Click. Scroll. A tiny anxiety pulse. A ritual sacrifice.

#poem #poetry

Just a Drill Practicing surviving in a nation built for "thriving".

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