Calista Larsen

So majestic 😍

Just Hear Me Out About Gen AI Gift me with your humanity for if I wished to see anything else, I'd stare into the ashes post forest fire. Gift me with your humanity, for if I must see those images one more time my heart will break for what we've lost. The art, music, books, stolen while others make a machine slop it together and call it “art.” Where is your creative spirit? Your ancestors built empires, Castles, Symphonic masterpieces, Sculptures, Paintings, and you contribute to a metal made pollution pump. All the while it steals your humanity, and you call this “art.” Where is your heart? Sit with a brush and pallet of paint. Tell me what is art, as you paint mountains in the distance. They don't even need to be perfect.

Honestly, you've gotta question what legacy you're gonna leave....

#art #genAI #realart #pollution #makebetterchoices #poetry

What am I
But a data center
Draining water resources
#Jewelry clad
As my masters
Take all
But
Where’s the future
In this
This type
Of dystopian
Reality
Sprawling
From the pages
Of a novel
Looking like
Mars
Creating a dusty
Soulless
Reality
With
Ghostly
Holograms
Leaving
No footprints
#vss365 #poetry

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Such pretty markings 🥰 I just adore torties.

“because you never agreed
to live in a burning home
while the people who should care
pretend the fire doesn’t exist.”
-Nikita Gill

#quotes #poetry #poems #poem #booksky #whatimreading #nikitagill @nikitagill.bsky.social

From The Selected Poems of Langston Hughes: bookshop.org/a/862/9780679728184

#poem #books #writing

Bellies, tummies, abdomens; everyone's got a stomach. Some are big, some are thin, some have scars or marks. Every body is a vessel, to help us through the day, so keep your belly full of food, make it hurt from laughs, and when you dance, be sure to make it sway. #bodyneutrality #poetry #bodylove

December 📃

#Poem #PoetryCommunity #Poetry #Writing #WriterCommunity #blackpoet #blackwriters #blueskypoets

The weaver woman.

She weaves a quilt.
A blanket of pain.
Chain stitches
Back stitch
Running stitch.
She weaves a
generation of trauma.
Sweaters of pain
For her children
And their children
Trauma.

The Unapologetic Poet-

#poet #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #trauma #women

Cutesy drawn crow on top of a sparkly pile of gold coins and different colors of gems. Pastel pink background and the words written above the crow "I love shiny stuff"

Drew a cute little crow ( just for funsies, not for the book) I am so happy with her. It's good sometimes to take a little break from one big project and just see where the art winds take you.

#krita #art #cutecrow #shinythings

Blank. The poem speaks for itself. What do you do when you have writers block? #poetry #writersblock #artist #ocean #waves #relax #writer #storyteller #story

I can relate to that. Battling depression is truly an internal war. Willpower and connection seem to be the best weapons in battle.

I like this poem. Very well said.

I love that poem as well. It feels like a timeless message of self forgiveness and self love.

"Every time", a #poem written and voiced by yours truly.

#SinWrites #poetry #romance #ASMR #nsfwaudio #affirmation

If they ask what you do,
say I create beauty
in all things.
-Rumi
#beauty #nature #poetry

Incredible and incredibly relatable.

Wow. Powerful!

Very pretty poem! 😁

The mouth a quiet line. Teeth unseen--, no sound to give it away. But deep in the bones, a private warmth is lit. A choice, against the gray. The face is still, but the soul has curled at the edges.

Here is today's poem called "You Should Smile More"

#poetry #poem #vss365 #prompt #poetsofbluesky #writing #unseen

Walking with heart ripped
open from cellar to sky,
love etched in the stars.

#haikufeels #cellar #poem #poetry #micropoem #micropoetry #3lines #poemaday #haiku #senryu

You can't read people's minds and you don't have a crystal ball. Meaning, you don't know what people are thinking about you and you can't tell how the future will go.

#poetry

To whom it concerns You do not understand, Surrounded by gems and sparkling wonder. I wonder how you came to such a mindset. Perhaps raised with money pouring from an endless fountain, or something else, Where you lived out life, Never worried about sleep And all its demons. Perhaps the silver spoon's handle to wide to see below the backs you're walking on and mocking. “ They're like zombies” you say with a laugh. Well perhaps you're right. Bitten by society, With all life sucked out of them. They were just trying, As hard as we all do. And they fell. Some working two jobs, Yet still they fell. And down and down they go. Because people like you think like that, Even a school principal in sun valley, Lives out of her car because rent went up so high. Think about that.

I wrote this today as a reaction to someones words

I love your kitty 🥰

I love this sm

Photo taken by my daughter last spring

maybe some things best
left broken; maybe to #mend
would be of great harm

#haikufeels #haiku #poem #poetry #writing #photography #bloomscrolling

My daughter took this photo back in the spring. Not bad at all! 📸