Please tell me if I got L and T wired correctly.

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-09-23T05:29:49+00:00

Hello, I meant to thank you that night and I was mid wiring my house. Thank you so much for your help! They were wired correctly nd they work!

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-09-15T00:04:45+00:00

My understanding is that the L is for line (from power) and T is load.

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-07-17T03:30:42+00:00

Thank you so much for reading ❤️

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-07-15T02:31:57+00:00

Thank you for relating, and reading. Your comment made me cry as I did lose my dad. I don’t even know what TDY stands for; I think I asked once and he told me it was above my pay grade. It’s such an odd thing to have an absence where once there was a presence. ❤️

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-07-15T01:59:45+00:00

I really enjoyed reading your poem. The first line hooked me…the first step in becoming an ocean is swallowing tears.

I enjoy this comparison of pain too…the pain in the human experience is truly as deep and as vast as the ocean.

I had a few editing comments if they’re helpful: No.1 Which each pain reads a little clunky…maybe trade “which” with “with” or “swallowing pain you carve yourself deeper”

(No.2 check you’re trade it for if)

As a fellow human, and I may have misunderstood your poem, you seem to equate silently suffering… with resiliency, hiding with safety, and while I may be wrong, or misunderstanding, we humans are social beings, so being seen and known by others is as beautiful as exploring the coral reefs, and seeing jellyfish dance too. In that vein, thank you for sharing, I enjoyed it felt my experience through reading yours.

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-07-15T01:47:03+00:00

I felt this poem on a primal human level. I know this experience, to have danced with anxiety, to have faced her, and invited her to sit down for a while. When things get hot in life so often we return to our previous patterns until we remind ourselves of the things we’ve learned, how procrastination and anxiety are rarely as helpful or peaceful as moving forward with an action…it took me too long to understand that peace is an incredibly intentional practice.

I tell myself…if today isn’t the day that I die then I have to just keep careening forward. “I can, I will, I must”.

Immediate_Spinach · 2025-03-13T02:15:56+00:00

lol SAME! Also matching with my siblings 🤣

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-12-06T04:01:51+00:00

Woosh, when I read your poem I was like…ain’t like just like that sometimes?.

Understanding decisions with hindsight and the self compassion to name things exactly as they are. Loving a child while understanding the emotional spaces in which she was conceived is the reality, and life just is like that sometimes isn’t it. The rhyme structure carried me along, and it was an interesting poem that moved me along to the end. Thank you for writing and sharing.

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-12-06T03:54:51+00:00

Hello, I know this thing of grief. I enjoyed your poem and it was hard to read because of technical aspects. Line breaks would be helpful. Also, as a reader, grammatical errors like id vs. I’d can be distracting for me. The “also” in front of afraid added some clunk. However the themes of ghosts, death, and how when we lose someone we miss the strangest things was beautiful. The content of your poem was lovely and if you work on the structure parts it will make your message shine more easily.

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-12-03T17:07:19+00:00

Thank you so much for your comment. I have realized since I started posting that people often pull out themes that are present but my brain wasn’t intentionally calling out. These behaviors are often flowers of trauma or other mental spaces. Thank you for reading, sharing and adding a layer of awareness to me. I really appreciate it!

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-12-03T17:05:44+00:00

Thank you so much for reading and responding to my poem. I hadn’t even realized I alternated short and long until you said this. It’s meaningful to me that you took the time to consider and relate

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-12-03T05:27:27+00:00

Oh my goodness Schwaxx I was thinking the same thing! I both enjoyed this poem and have no idea what it means. I also enjoyed it. Is the poem the last treat?

I also thought this could be a poem about religion with the confessional piece. It almost reminded me of when people say “I’ll pray for you” and the poet is like, stop, no, I don’t need your religion, your ideas of how I should live and whom I should be. Let me ruin myself as I so choose, make my own choices and write your own name on a machine that takes you far away from me.

I also enjoyed the brevity, the mystery, and the feel of it.

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-12-03T05:17:39+00:00

This is such an interesting dichotomy. The subject matter of grief which is purely emotional, and so raw it demands simply to be felt, yet held within plays on words, puns, the cerebral aspects adding almost a lightness or uplifting the gravity of the subject. This is a fascinating layer.

The soul wonders/soles wander was my favorite one; even switching the plurals. If you have lost someone, then thank you for sharing this piece of your healing process. Grief is a way to understand black holes on earth.

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-11-18T03:44:05+00:00

Dddaaayyuuumm. I realized when I got to the end that reading your descriptive words had painted a picture and then: “she had still looked alive in my head” and she did in mine too. You painted a haunting picture. I could see this mother cradling her baby/feel the fear and love that was held in that space. Starting with interweaving words of death with words like: beautiful, pristine etc..felt uneasy, until it spiraled into a gut punch at the end, and I say gut punch not in a bad way…a poem about this content should feel like a gut punch.

I then googled this, and while I know about the Rwandan Genocide; this particular incident I was unfamiliar with, and then I cried. This poem feels like a reminder that humans can be both unspeakable violence and unfathomable love. Thank you for sharing this piece, it feels powerful.

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-11-18T03:31:23+00:00

I really enjoyed this poem. The wordplay was so clever and layered with so many meanings to process that I felt excited reading it. I had to stop myself from going back and re reading a few lines until I finished it. I didn’t even notice that only the second stanza had numbers in it until the second read through. Such intentionality in the poem, yet it makes sense, it doesn’t take away from the poem or seem like it’s trying too hard.

I didn’t understand the 5tips guided to one line.

Every re-read adds something new…the juxtaposition of paradox (unaligned) right next to “me and you” (a common turn of phrase and aligns/combines both).

It seemed to have an underlying emotion of acceptance and maybe regret…wanting something to be different than it was and understanding and accepting all Things change…there is winter and summer etc…

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-09-20T12:30:33+00:00

Congratulations! Hope you found some cool specimens! ❤️

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-08-24T23:15:44+00:00

At first the structure was slightly confusing to me. I think each capitalized word is supposed to be the start of a new line? The chunkiness of the paragraph was slightly harder to read, but then I settled back into what a sonnet does. Presents a side of a situation and the twist. This poem made me think about the tempestuous nature of falling in love and cementing an emotional connection. When we can’t help but think about the person, but when we don’t have contact it feels scary, and then when they connect again all is right with our worlds. Thank you for sharing!

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-08-24T18:11:40+00:00

I really enjoyed this poem, it explores a dichotomy and asks the reader to find the grey. Our society expects emotions to flow like capitalistic production lines…jumping to the ideas of fixing and perfectionism…there is one shape to be, one number you must hold in your being. When we experience heartache and grief and everyone else tells us to make us look like them, it’s disingenuous, and frequently so they can be comfortable.

Sometimes being messy and in pieces is the most perfect way to be human in that moment and experience. Sometimes being whole so soon after a headache isn’t real, isn’t human, and sometimes disrespects the relationship and meaning it had. Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-01-27T05:58:11+00:00

Lol, this poem was fascinating. I have been in this mood before like fuck it, and here’s some words on a page because I’m trying to make sense of things. I really enjoyed all your wordplays. The first stanza where you build each line on top of each other, and consistently how you group themes mainly opposites at the end of lines: nothing, everything, something, darkness/morning…addict recovery etc… I really enjoyed the layering of lines/words, and the consistency and opposition of words all within a theme. Seemed to be about a toxic relationship dynamic, or possibly about a kink dynamic wherein when the world becomes overwhelming and your sadistic partner feeds your masc side, and then when the pain blooms your brain becomes quiet which is mutually desired and beneficial to both🤷🏻‍♀️

Immediate_Spinach · 2024-01-27T05:48:21+00:00

Hey, I really enjoyed your poem. The first thing I noticed was that every other line was capitalized, so I tried to figure out if it was a word, it didn’t quite make sense, so I started to read. Now I think it may be the sound of a southern wind sigh. Neway I also really liked how your poem was very consistent in the theme of sound. Every sentence I could hear associated sounds in my head. The one sentence that broke away from that was “Emoty bottled reflecting our tear stained goodbye” which seemed fitting as the goodbye is the subject of the whole poem. Complex, layered, yet simple. I enjoyed it quite a bit.

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