I hope everyone is sinning like crazy today, otherwise that guy died for nothing.

A collage of virtual photography from Horizon: Zero Dawn Remastered interspaced with a poem titles Secrets and Caves. the poem reads: Into the earth flee from fair weather To find curses and blessings And rats wrapped in leather There are dark things In secrets and in caves Like the knowledge of Gods Kept hidden by knaves Oh! There are shiny things too... Blooming beneath stalactites Parts all, of an unbearable truth Hidden deep, in the light.

A poem I wrote about the beginning of Horizon: Zero Dawn. I'm not sure about the layout of this, but I'm trying to finds ways to combine my VP and poetry.
#poetry #BeyondTheHorizon #HorizonZeroDawnRemastered

Returnal & Saros - Never Existed I am very excited for Saros, but I have one concern.

I wrote a little bit about my love of Housemarque, Returnal, and my one tiny concern about Saros. It is a normal piece, none of my usual proclivities.

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LEFT: a boy behind bars with a roof surrounded by cockroaches under the label "inside." RIGHT: a large tree with various imagery depicting fears that include dark spirits, Americans, Knife wielding murderers, Sephiroth, Erend and a Watcher from Horizon, Chucky and others.

A rudimentary depiction of my current mental state.

(He says well meaning. But he doesn’t mean it. He wants to make it dirty but doesn’t want to clean it)

A screen shot of a poem entitled "400 years +1 week" it reads: When they finally hear our words baby, it’s so disastrous Silk screen the struggle then they sell it back to us “Yo, ask Timothy in marketing if its reading black enough” “Weigh the cost, Jeff we’ll get one to make the math for us” “We gents defy the form there shouldn’t be a tax for us” “We acknowledged it’s systemic We really think y’all should be thanking us.” No more time for crying baby, they drew a map for us As long as we’re behind the line They’ll keep the hashtag up

I hope this is small enough. I wrote it rather quickly as a reaction to something; a product I saw from a well meaning source. I'm still proud of it.
#SmallPoemSunday #Poetry