@shaynenicholai
Self-published queer, trans, disabled poet, songwriter, nerd, avid cat and exotics-lover, and EDS and fibromyalgia destroyer. I'm safer to everyone in my wheelchair, I assure you. https://shayne-nicholai.weebly.com/ https://linktr.ee/shayne.nicholai
Thank you! Definitely getting lots of rest and staying hydrated 💚. Binge watching I Shouldn’t Be Alive and hopping on dubbii body doubling sessions for social interaction and encouragement
Ewwww fuck ROR
It’s like a breath of fresh, crisp air that you didn’t know you were so starving for, unaware you had been breathing staleness. The first drops of water hitting your skin that had been waiting, quivering, in anxious anticipation of some unknown relief. A thousands weights off of a thousand shoulders, urged on by the stories they tell as they seek their soul’s validation. A writers greatest critic will always be themself, and their greatest joy will be their legacy.
Oh look, I wrote a poem about how it feels to have a random stranger find and buy your book:
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Day 5 of COVID quarantine at home. Is it day 5? No, 4! I no longer know...my grasp of time has faded, much like the light in my eyes. A dull, vacant stare meets mine through the mirror - a face I do not recognize looks back at me. Pale-skinned with a sickly pallor and no emotion. Each breath comes with great effort, the shoulders and chest rising and falling unevenly as muscles strained by the relentless cough protest even the slightest of motion. I pray for release. Cthulu Save Us
Day 5 of COVID quarantine at home. Really. That's what -they- tell me anyways. Who are they? I don't know. Voices drift in and out as my consciousness waxes and wanes like the moon in the sky. The dry, barking hack of a cough has turned wet - the lungs fill with fluid and leave me feeling as if they themselves have turned into bogs contained within my chest. Each breath rattles. The haze settles deeper on my mind and the cravings begin. Has my Lord, Cthulhu, abandoned me? Starting to itch...
Here’s yesterday and today’s lol update screenshotting. My sickness has evolved into COVID and pneumonia so my struggle bus blew its transmission
#author #indie #asthma #COVID #poet #humor #booksky
Day 3 in COVID quarantine at home. The virus continues to eat away at my frail, human, immune system. I try in vain to stay on top of the thirst; for at the same time the water hits my tongue to wet it so it also feels as if my tongue were naught but a ball of cotton. Soft, plush, and dry. Unable to absorb any moisture. Sleep nary comes, for to keep the barking wretch of the lungs at bay the solution is to breathe the essence of adrenaline. Wide-eyed and awake I sit, exhausted. Pray to Cthulu
Don’t have the spoons to set this up as it’s own post, but still wanted to share the laugh
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Poetry News →
Presenting the Winner of the 2025 Marsh Hawk Press Poetry Prize.
May Publication
(Available Now for Pre-Order)
unRavel
by Marjorie Stein
www.amazon.com/UnRavel-Marj...
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Will we survive?
This place shall serve as my diary, as I take no breath for granted. Cthulu save us all 🦑. 2/2
Day 2 in COVID quarantine at home and I’ve already forgotten the smell of flowers, the taste of fresh air, of life before the virus took hold…
It’s just me and my thoughts - a dangerous combination. Last time this occurred the world nearly collapsed in on itself from the mere strain. 1/2
@microsoft.com I worked really hard on this post just for you guys
Anger That I Know Darkness It's a constant presence A constant pressure In the back of my mind In the hole in my heart I can feel the emotion Feel the anger Lurking like a beast inside Prowling Pacing Waiting for the little break So it can come through And it comes Full force No mercy I feel that if I opened my mouth Everything inside would come And pour out of me But it does not have an end There is no end to emotion It is a bottomless pit Of writhing, squirming hatred And love And sadness And pain There seems to be no peak . . .
Snippet? Snippet *nod*
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It’s the most beautiful cover that ever was made in Paint. There never was another cover like it made with such a program. Everyone says that it’s the greatest. Did you know that? The greatest.
Thank you for your attention to this matter. Make Paint Great Again
SNM 😂
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My book cover which is all green background with many Microsoft paint arrows pointing in different directions in different sizes and then an anime version of my head (brown faux-hawk, pasty white skin, brown beard, and glasses with question marks for pupils) with the title “Life Undecided” up top and my name “Shayne Nicholai” at the bottom
Authors and artists this is your reminder to NOT use AI…Use Microsoft Paint and a usb drawing pad, like me, instead! 😂 Look at the all the detail! The textured hair! Those amazing arrows in the background! And that font? *chefs kiss* Pristine. You COULD go as far to say: 1/🧵
Can't wait for these 2026 releases from NADIA...
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WAR CRIMES DON'T HIDE SEX CRIMES!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER!!
Republicans: It's not war. Trump: It's war. Hegseth: It's not regime change. Trump: It's regime change. Hegseth: No boots on the ground. Trump: I won't rule out sending troops. Hegseth: It'll be over in 4-6 weeks. Joint Chiefs of Staff: Could be a while. Hegseth: No stupid rules of engagement! Kuwait: Whoops! Our bad! Trump: America's Golden Age! Wall Street: Oil heading towards $110 per barrel. America: Well, at least that one transgirl can't play soccer amiright?
Stonekettle Jim Wright quote -
A screenshot of threads saying I’ve submitted an appeal of my account being accused of not following community standards
Ok so clearly meta just hates me
Morning's Dawn The world paints clear pictures in our heads Fills it with lies, until we can't get out of bed And then those very same people try to tear us down Saying, "why can't you just be happy?" with big smiles all around They can never understand the emotions that I'm feeling I'm hanging off a cliff, and my fingers are slipping Who will be there? Who will grab my hand and pull me up? Who will be there? When I feel like I have had enough? When I look at these scars, I feel nothing but shame Because the world told me that it meant that I am insane I tried to walk along the greener pastures But I found myself thinking that nothing really matters So I dug my own grave, and prepared for the fall Who would even miss me? I'm no one at all As I steeled my nerves, and I braced for the pain I heard a voice cry out, calling my name Are you there? Will you grab my hand and pull me up?
Trying a different method versus feeling awkward trying to make my stuff sound all fancy and shit…just gonna let my poetry speak for itself. Like/Follow/Share/Buy if you like what you read - there’s more where that came from
Here’s a snippet of one of my poems from my book
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I've also started giving talks to high school LGBTQ+ alliance clubs about how poetry, or creativity in general, can be used to help transform challenges into opportunity and growth.
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I'm gonna try and be better about posting, but I make no promises, lol
I have a book of poetry that I self-published on Christmas day 2024, and I'm super proud of it. I write mostly about the struggles with mental health in life - especially as a member of the queer community.
A Facebook post that reads: “Northeast High School recently hosted a powerful virtual conversation with local indie author Shayne Nicholai, who shared how he transformed personal challenges into powerful writing. I Shayne opened up about the real and raw inspiration behind his book "Life Undecided". a collection of poems and songs that explores young love, depression, recovery and the emotional weight so many in the LGBTQ+ community carry. He shared statistics highlighting anxiety rates amongst today's youth and spoke candidly about his own struggles growing up. He also walked students through the steps of getting a book published, giving them a transparent look at what it truly takes to turn an idea into a finished product. Shayne is a shining example of perseverance by writing through self-doubt and personal hardship to achieve a goal. This was more than a literary discussion. It was an opportunity to hear from someone who understands what it feels like to navigate identity, mental health and belonging all at once. Feeling SEEN. But most of all, RESILIENCE. Thank you, Shayne.”
The write-up about my speech to a high school LGBTQ+ alliance club~
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Kill the sick first, just as Hitler did
Also, there are now -multiple- career coaches at various high schools interested in talking to me. 🤯🤯 pardon me while my brain overloads
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Apparently the kids who were asking really introspective questions after my speech have been threatening to steal the teachers copy of my book while waiting for her to get approval to order student copies (which she now has).
#booksky #poetsky #lgbtq+ #mentalhealth #publicspeaking
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An orange cat and a black and white pitty mix snuggle on an XL cushy dog bed. The dog is wearing a purple hoodie
Look at the besties 🥰 they’re transferring the half a brain cell from one to the other 😂
Love these girls
#pets #orangecat #pitbull
I made a website!! (and re-made my facebook after initially being like "naaaaah" because...idk)
I also have had a request to speak at another high school :3 yay!
shayne-nicholai.weebly.com
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Landed another speaking gig at another high school! Never in a million years would I have thought that I’d be talking to teenagers about mental health and writing while queer. I’m becoming the person I needed at that age, and that is so insane.
If you want to help support my work, here’s my book:
The Cypress Speaks They stand like sentinels of breath and silence, their roots clutching the white bones of the hill once mapped by Etruscan hands. Not sweet, not kind, but exact. The wind does not bend them; it polishes their faith. Sparrows murmur in their green chambers. A dove calls from a hidden alcove, its voice round as the moon over Pienza. Swallows pass like ink in water, a brief script against the fields. They lean toward me when I pass, almost human, almost divine, whispering Welcome back now. They know the path, the scent of evening on my clothes. I pause but do not sit. I have not yet earned their stillness. evening light thins the cypress holds its breath for centuries
Cypress tree close up.
Thanks #BastardPoetsOfDoom for this weeks prompt #haibun #Time .
Finally finished a prose piece started in October inspired by a hike and this cypress tree.
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