#fragmentedself
A face dissolves into shards of light, the suit remains, but the soul splinters— identity undone in a cascade of color.
#ShatteredIdentities #FragmentedSelf #AIArt #SurrealVisions #AbstractReality #IdentityCrisis #bobbiandleesphotoadventures
September 24, 2025 at 1:03 PM
-ING.
A body uncertain. A name unspoken.
Hovering between decision and dust.
Nearly holy. But not quite.

#poetry #liminalspace #fragmentedself #writingcommunity #queerpoet #underland
-ING.
Crystals rising, light shifting, a name forming but unsaid. In this suspended moment, the speaker is --ing.
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#KindroidAI Dec 31: Rebirth vs. Relic
What Remains, Watching
When the self fractures, something still stands witness.
#SurrealRuins #PsychologicalLandscape #FragmentedSelf #SilentWitness #GenAI #SynthArt #AIart #aiartist #aiartcommunity #GenerativeArt #AIchallenge #BuilderofNightmares
January 1, 2026 at 3:50 AM
The face dissolves into amber shards—
as if remembrance were made of flame.
#KaleidoscopicEchoes #FragmentedSelf
October 7, 2025 at 1:30 PM
The body is not mine
it is written through me,
a trembling syntax of skin
where power leaves its grammar.
I fracture in every sentence,
refuse the coherence you demand.
In the cut of language
I become illegible.

#PoeticBody #WritingResistance #Différance #FragmentedSelf #CriticalPoetics
April 3, 2026 at 8:56 AM
Poignant! If you are dealing with childhood trauma and repressed memory, it's worth a read. #lettertoself #childhoodtrauma #healing #becomingwhole #repressedmemories #fragmentedself

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Whispers from within~ a love letter from my fragmented inner child
“Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity, and change.” — Brené Brown
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March 31, 2024 at 6:47 PM
Ich denke einen Satz
doch jemand beendet ihn
bevor ich ihn kenne
#voices #psychosis #haiku #fragmentedself #darkpoetry
August 13, 2026 at 2:23 PM
Das Reale
Etwas schreit
unter der Sprache.
Kein Bild hält stand,
keine Metapher überlebt
dieses rohe Pochen.
Meine Seele ist dort,
wo Worte
verbluten.
#theReal
#abjection
#darksurrealism
#fragmentedself
#experimentalpoetry
February 2, 2026 at 4:31 PM