Our glances align,
a fine silk thread
across a constellation.
How long will this sun
dwell in your house?
Tag: micro poetry
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stargazing
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Burrito days
When joy hits
Oh my days…
It hits hard man!
Squeezes me tight
Swaddled, I’m an overgrown man child
Giggling with red cheeks and slightly sweaty back
Joy be like this giant tortilla wrap
Keeping my shit in check
I’m a big fat happy burrito
With extra guac 🥑
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Friday
How did it get like this?
Tinnitus tinged silence
Absence for company
Penance for some unwitting crime
Solitude with a side of time.
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The ritual
Selfishness
Then—
Self-care
Self-compassion
Calming the swell
To silence the self
The ideal
Just a spinning wheel
Forgetting to forgo my ego
Stilling the water
The mirror returns—
Polished.
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Dusk
What is it about this dusk that feels so final?
Another night without answers
In the dark
Feeling cold
Ears burned
Never learned
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Putting it on paper
Am I writing you out of me,
or writing you into existence?
Does the paper take the weight of the words,
or immortalise a fleeting thought?
Oh the irony…
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