February 18, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Cry for me, wisdom
For sins of the world
Let my ocean of tears
Cry for suffering
Bleed me dry
Once I’m empty
I must feel no more
Parched my soul
Fossilized
Yet a billion motes sing
I must echo
I must
I am ash
#poetry #hbp #hbp115
#inkmine #moonmystic
#ourpoetryx #sensoryart
#vss #vssdaily #vss365
For sins of the world
Let my ocean of tears
Cry for suffering
Bleed me dry
Once I’m empty
I must feel no more
Parched my soul
Fossilized
Yet a billion motes sing
I must echo
I must
I am ash
#poetry #hbp #hbp115
#inkmine #moonmystic
#ourpoetryx #sensoryart
#vss #vssdaily #vss365
February 18, 2025 at 5:31 PM
Cry for me, wisdom
For sins of the world
Let my ocean of tears
Cry for suffering
Bleed me dry
Once I’m empty
I must feel no more
Parched my soul
Fossilized
Yet a billion motes sing
I must echo
I must
I am ash
#poetry #hbp #hbp115
#inkmine #moonmystic
#ourpoetryx #sensoryart
#vss #vssdaily #vss365
For sins of the world
Let my ocean of tears
Cry for suffering
Bleed me dry
Once I’m empty
I must feel no more
Parched my soul
Fossilized
Yet a billion motes sing
I must echo
I must
I am ash
#poetry #hbp #hbp115
#inkmine #moonmystic
#ourpoetryx #sensoryart
#vss #vssdaily #vss365
well well well
well well well
well well well
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#senryu #senryusunday #hbp115
#TheWellOfWisdomHasRunDry
#inkmine #oasis #desert #sand
#fantaiku #scifaiku #sff 🌊
#filler #wellwellwell #song #songku
#plasticonoband #plastic #vssdaily
@trilisypoetry.bsky.social #trilisypoetry
well well well
well well well
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#senryu #senryusunday #hbp115
#TheWellOfWisdomHasRunDry
#inkmine #oasis #desert #sand
#fantaiku #scifaiku #sff 🌊
#filler #wellwellwell #song #songku
#plasticonoband #plastic #vssdaily
@trilisypoetry.bsky.social #trilisypoetry
February 18, 2025 at 4:37 PM
well well well
well well well
well well well
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#senryu #senryusunday #hbp115
#TheWellOfWisdomHasRunDry
#inkmine #oasis #desert #sand
#fantaiku #scifaiku #sff 🌊
#filler #wellwellwell #song #songku
#plasticonoband #plastic #vssdaily
@trilisypoetry.bsky.social #trilisypoetry
well well well
well well well
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#senryu #senryusunday #hbp115
#TheWellOfWisdomHasRunDry
#inkmine #oasis #desert #sand
#fantaiku #scifaiku #sff 🌊
#filler #wellwellwell #song #songku
#plasticonoband #plastic #vssdaily
@trilisypoetry.bsky.social #trilisypoetry
A dark day for democracy
The people elect a moron
Not fully realizing that
It is not their side he is on
An #onslaught of sheer ignorance
Hatred was the rallying cry
The mess we're now in just shows that
The well of wisdom has run dry
Amerikkka must surely die (repeat 4x)
#hbp115 #vss365
The people elect a moron
Not fully realizing that
It is not their side he is on
An #onslaught of sheer ignorance
Hatred was the rallying cry
The mess we're now in just shows that
The well of wisdom has run dry
Amerikkka must surely die (repeat 4x)
#hbp115 #vss365
February 19, 2025 at 2:13 AM
A dark day for democracy
The people elect a moron
Not fully realizing that
It is not their side he is on
An #onslaught of sheer ignorance
Hatred was the rallying cry
The mess we're now in just shows that
The well of wisdom has run dry
Amerikkka must surely die (repeat 4x)
#hbp115 #vss365
The people elect a moron
Not fully realizing that
It is not their side he is on
An #onslaught of sheer ignorance
Hatred was the rallying cry
The mess we're now in just shows that
The well of wisdom has run dry
Amerikkka must surely die (repeat 4x)
#hbp115 #vss365
The wisdom well beneath the arch
Once nourished minds both keen and parched.
We used to toss in our common cents,
Wishing for knowledge—or just competence.
The well, well… like my wit—it’s run dry.
If smarts are what you seek, give *real* reading a try.
#hbp115 #poem #poetry #satire
Once nourished minds both keen and parched.
We used to toss in our common cents,
Wishing for knowledge—or just competence.
The well, well… like my wit—it’s run dry.
If smarts are what you seek, give *real* reading a try.
#hbp115 #poem #poetry #satire
February 18, 2025 at 11:23 PM
#VssDaily #hbp115
Despite the best Education money could buy, we find the The Well of Wisdom has Run Dry
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#writingprompt #humor
Despite the best Education money could buy, we find the The Well of Wisdom has Run Dry
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#writingprompt #humor
March 22, 2025 at 12:18 AM
#VssDaily #hbp115
Despite the best Education money could buy, we find the The Well of Wisdom has Run Dry
mh-grafik pixabay.com
#writingprompt #humor
Despite the best Education money could buy, we find the The Well of Wisdom has Run Dry
mh-grafik pixabay.com
#writingprompt #humor
The well of wisdom
has run dry
A parched nation grieves.
Where once we learned
from mother earth,
We're now prideful
And deceived.
The old ones had the answers
We've so carelessy denied
Respect the earth
Protect the skies
Let your conscience
be your guide.
#hbp115
has run dry
A parched nation grieves.
Where once we learned
from mother earth,
We're now prideful
And deceived.
The old ones had the answers
We've so carelessy denied
Respect the earth
Protect the skies
Let your conscience
be your guide.
#hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 8:39 PM
The well of wisdom
has run dry
A parched nation grieves.
Where once we learned
from mother earth,
We're now prideful
And deceived.
The old ones had the answers
We've so carelessy denied
Respect the earth
Protect the skies
Let your conscience
be your guide.
#hbp115
has run dry
A parched nation grieves.
Where once we learned
from mother earth,
We're now prideful
And deceived.
The old ones had the answers
We've so carelessy denied
Respect the earth
Protect the skies
Let your conscience
be your guide.
#hbp115
“The well of wisdom has run dry,” he said, voice brittle as old parchment. “All that’s left are echoes of what we should have known.”
She knelt beside the cracked basin, fingertips tracing the dust. “Then we stop listening to echoes.” Her eyes met his. “And we start digging.”
#hbp115
She knelt beside the cracked basin, fingertips tracing the dust. “Then we stop listening to echoes.” Her eyes met his. “And we start digging.”
#hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 6:47 PM
“The well of wisdom has run dry,” he said, voice brittle as old parchment. “All that’s left are echoes of what we should have known.”
She knelt beside the cracked basin, fingertips tracing the dust. “Then we stop listening to echoes.” Her eyes met his. “And we start digging.”
#hbp115
She knelt beside the cracked basin, fingertips tracing the dust. “Then we stop listening to echoes.” Her eyes met his. “And we start digging.”
#hbp115
"It gets worse with age",
I explain for the hundredth time
They ask me, "how so?"
I tell them that I feel dumber
My cognitive functions have declined
Psychosis took a lot from me
Like my ability to learn, retain, and try
I feel as though I'm regressing
And the well of wisdom has run dry
#hbp115
I explain for the hundredth time
They ask me, "how so?"
I tell them that I feel dumber
My cognitive functions have declined
Psychosis took a lot from me
Like my ability to learn, retain, and try
I feel as though I'm regressing
And the well of wisdom has run dry
#hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 5:35 PM
"It gets worse with age",
I explain for the hundredth time
They ask me, "how so?"
I tell them that I feel dumber
My cognitive functions have declined
Psychosis took a lot from me
Like my ability to learn, retain, and try
I feel as though I'm regressing
And the well of wisdom has run dry
#hbp115
I explain for the hundredth time
They ask me, "how so?"
I tell them that I feel dumber
My cognitive functions have declined
Psychosis took a lot from me
Like my ability to learn, retain, and try
I feel as though I'm regressing
And the well of wisdom has run dry
#hbp115
Grandpa always had answers—until today. When the kids ask him why, he just sighs, “The well of wisdom has run dry.” Panic! Did someone drain it? Is it stuck? With a flashlight, a notebook, and highly questionable detective skills, they embark on their most important mission yet.
#hbp115 #kidlit
#hbp115 #kidlit
February 18, 2025 at 7:14 PM
They chanted in their robes as they marched around the well. It was a little too literal, but that was the age they lived in.
One stepped out to lift the bucket while the others continued.
There it was; the bucket of wisdom. It, too, was dry.
"Refill the well!"
Best left undescribed.
#hbp115
One stepped out to lift the bucket while the others continued.
There it was; the bucket of wisdom. It, too, was dry.
"Refill the well!"
Best left undescribed.
#hbp115
February 19, 2025 at 2:23 AM
They chanted in their robes as they marched around the well. It was a little too literal, but that was the age they lived in.
One stepped out to lift the bucket while the others continued.
There it was; the bucket of wisdom. It, too, was dry.
"Refill the well!"
Best left undescribed.
#hbp115
One stepped out to lift the bucket while the others continued.
There it was; the bucket of wisdom. It, too, was dry.
"Refill the well!"
Best left undescribed.
#hbp115
Her senses flared
onto high alert.
Fight-or-flight became
functional freeze:
What next??
Rational thinking's
well of wisdom was dry...
in the middle of the argument.
"Fuck this. I'm going
for a walk."
#hbp115 #blueskyrelay #prompt #sense #poetry #write #writingcommunity
onto high alert.
Fight-or-flight became
functional freeze:
What next??
Rational thinking's
well of wisdom was dry...
in the middle of the argument.
"Fuck this. I'm going
for a walk."
#hbp115 #blueskyrelay #prompt #sense #poetry #write #writingcommunity
February 19, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Her senses flared
onto high alert.
Fight-or-flight became
functional freeze:
What next??
Rational thinking's
well of wisdom was dry...
in the middle of the argument.
"Fuck this. I'm going
for a walk."
#hbp115 #blueskyrelay #prompt #sense #poetry #write #writingcommunity
onto high alert.
Fight-or-flight became
functional freeze:
What next??
Rational thinking's
well of wisdom was dry...
in the middle of the argument.
"Fuck this. I'm going
for a walk."
#hbp115 #blueskyrelay #prompt #sense #poetry #write #writingcommunity
“I keep pumping, but the well of wisdom has run dry. I’m going over to Chin Han’s Market and try a few fortune cookies. They’ve never let me down.”
With that, Orville Plunkett jumped into his ‘56 Nash Rambler and drove away and was never heard from again.
#hbp115
With that, Orville Plunkett jumped into his ‘56 Nash Rambler and drove away and was never heard from again.
#hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 10:42 PM
“I keep pumping, but the well of wisdom has run dry. I’m going over to Chin Han’s Market and try a few fortune cookies. They’ve never let me down.”
With that, Orville Plunkett jumped into his ‘56 Nash Rambler and drove away and was never heard from again.
#hbp115
With that, Orville Plunkett jumped into his ‘56 Nash Rambler and drove away and was never heard from again.
#hbp115
Truth did retreat to the well- naked and embarrassed. There was no silky respite of the refreshing cool headed Wisdom. Shuddering sobs echoed from the stones, dry and cracked. Truth tucked herself deeper into the darkness, Grief her only company.
#hbp115 #writingcommunity #writers #💙 #📚
#hbp115 #writingcommunity #writers #💙 #📚
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Truth did retreat to the well- naked and embarrassed. There was no silky respite of the refreshing cool headed Wisdom. Shuddering sobs echoed from the stones, dry and cracked. Truth tucked herself deeper into the darkness, Grief her only company.
#hbp115 #writingcommunity #writers #💙 #📚
#hbp115 #writingcommunity #writers #💙 #📚
After deleting humanity, the robots besieged the Wells of Knowledge. Fracking their aquifers with congealing superstition and astrology, the wells succumbed one by one until finally the last also fell.
'The Well of Wisdom has run dry,' they reported, and Alexa saw that it was good.
#hbp115 #vss
'The Well of Wisdom has run dry,' they reported, and Alexa saw that it was good.
#hbp115 #vss
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 19, 2025 at 6:49 AM
There’s something magical
about deep talks—
like unraveling the meaning
of life while sitting on a rooftop
overlooking the ocean.
The well of wisdom has run dry,
yet you bond, not through insight,
but shared confusion.
True intimacy is built on wondering
together where it all leads.
#hbp115
about deep talks—
like unraveling the meaning
of life while sitting on a rooftop
overlooking the ocean.
The well of wisdom has run dry,
yet you bond, not through insight,
but shared confusion.
True intimacy is built on wondering
together where it all leads.
#hbp115
February 19, 2025 at 2:15 PM
There’s something magical
about deep talks—
like unraveling the meaning
of life while sitting on a rooftop
overlooking the ocean.
The well of wisdom has run dry,
yet you bond, not through insight,
but shared confusion.
True intimacy is built on wondering
together where it all leads.
#hbp115
about deep talks—
like unraveling the meaning
of life while sitting on a rooftop
overlooking the ocean.
The well of wisdom has run dry,
yet you bond, not through insight,
but shared confusion.
True intimacy is built on wondering
together where it all leads.
#hbp115
The village elders gathered around as the bucker emerged from the well.
"What message is there, chief?"
"It's... it's empty." he answered shakenly.
"But that's not possible. It always has a message."
He turned the bucket over, revealing it empty. They all stood in shock.
"Now... now what?"
#hbp115
"What message is there, chief?"
"It's... it's empty." he answered shakenly.
"But that's not possible. It always has a message."
He turned the bucket over, revealing it empty. They all stood in shock.
"Now... now what?"
#hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 5:08 PM
The village elders gathered around as the bucker emerged from the well.
"What message is there, chief?"
"It's... it's empty." he answered shakenly.
"But that's not possible. It always has a message."
He turned the bucket over, revealing it empty. They all stood in shock.
"Now... now what?"
#hbp115
"What message is there, chief?"
"It's... it's empty." he answered shakenly.
"But that's not possible. It always has a message."
He turned the bucket over, revealing it empty. They all stood in shock.
"Now... now what?"
#hbp115
the well of wisdom has indeed run dry;
cain't 'member my learnin's, no matter how hard I try.
as sad as this seems, still I cain't even cry —
my tear ducts, like that well, has done well run dry...
#hbp115
cain't 'member my learnin's, no matter how hard I try.
as sad as this seems, still I cain't even cry —
my tear ducts, like that well, has done well run dry...
#hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 19, 2025 at 1:57 AM
the well of wisdom has indeed run dry;
cain't 'member my learnin's, no matter how hard I try.
as sad as this seems, still I cain't even cry —
my tear ducts, like that well, has done well run dry...
#hbp115
cain't 'member my learnin's, no matter how hard I try.
as sad as this seems, still I cain't even cry —
my tear ducts, like that well, has done well run dry...
#hbp115
The well of wisdom has run dry
Look around
No questioning why
Ask instead how
So much hate
Getting too late
People choose
Which road to take
Some learned
Rest is on them
They choose blindness
Instead of tranquility
#hbp115
Look around
No questioning why
Ask instead how
So much hate
Getting too late
People choose
Which road to take
Some learned
Rest is on them
They choose blindness
Instead of tranquility
#hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 3:35 PM
The well of wisdom has run dry
Look around
No questioning why
Ask instead how
So much hate
Getting too late
People choose
Which road to take
Some learned
Rest is on them
They choose blindness
Instead of tranquility
#hbp115
Look around
No questioning why
Ask instead how
So much hate
Getting too late
People choose
Which road to take
Some learned
Rest is on them
They choose blindness
Instead of tranquility
#hbp115
He threw his glass at me today. I knew eventually he would break, those I interact with always do at some point. It is an unfortunate epiphænomenon of spending too much time in the presence of the body I am currently, an uncomfortably, calling my own, but the glass was new.
1/?
#hbp115 #ollyfic
1/?
#hbp115 #ollyfic
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 19, 2025 at 3:32 PM
February 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM
"My well of wisdom has run dry," Bailey told Tharra. "How can I teach Jin? You bonded with him easier than me."
"What about that control over alien tech?" Tharra suggested. "Don't you have better control of it than Cosmo?"
"Of course, but Jin hates reading."
"Perhaps, change your approach." #hbp115
"What about that control over alien tech?" Tharra suggested. "Don't you have better control of it than Cosmo?"
"Of course, but Jin hates reading."
"Perhaps, change your approach." #hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 8:25 PM
"My well of wisdom has run dry," Bailey told Tharra. "How can I teach Jin? You bonded with him easier than me."
"What about that control over alien tech?" Tharra suggested. "Don't you have better control of it than Cosmo?"
"Of course, but Jin hates reading."
"Perhaps, change your approach." #hbp115
"What about that control over alien tech?" Tharra suggested. "Don't you have better control of it than Cosmo?"
"Of course, but Jin hates reading."
"Perhaps, change your approach." #hbp115
Anura slid the well cap back into place. The levels were lower, the bucket carrying more mud.
Time & again, she had bid the villagers drink. Drink & the waters would return.
Wearily, Anura let her feet lead her to the village. They must hear her. Someday soon, they must come back to drink. #hbp115
Time & again, she had bid the villagers drink. Drink & the waters would return.
Wearily, Anura let her feet lead her to the village. They must hear her. Someday soon, they must come back to drink. #hbp115
Prose/dialogue: “The well of wisdom has run dry.” #hbp115
February 18, 2025 at 4:09 PM
Anura slid the well cap back into place. The levels were lower, the bucket carrying more mud.
Time & again, she had bid the villagers drink. Drink & the waters would return.
Wearily, Anura let her feet lead her to the village. They must hear her. Someday soon, they must come back to drink. #hbp115
Time & again, she had bid the villagers drink. Drink & the waters would return.
Wearily, Anura let her feet lead her to the village. They must hear her. Someday soon, they must come back to drink. #hbp115
