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Tag: micropoetry

Pending

Leadership is an absent trait. Someone said, there are things more important than dying. Wealth is an addiction. Reports of victory exaggerated. They’ve corrupted the formula, and something ominous looms […]

Invisible

Words distract our intelligence to obscure what is shown. Everything is sleight of hand. They are not wearing any clothes.

The Whether

I wonder whether the sun will shine again; these tinted days are affecting my mental state immensely—those hazy recollections, dusty specs on the glass window. I wonder whether I will […]

Cabin Fever

Broken days causing the loss of time—our money gone along with our peace of mind. We will sell our souls to go outside.

Cancellation

Warnings ignored. Sentiments locked away. I’ll see you next year.

Placid

A gentle breeze becomes a bellowing wind. The air is dirty and difficult to breathe. Dust devils dancing within the calamity. I am standing still.

Measured

I am fixated on a situation from long ago. That moment has become the standard of measure. Balance of thought consumed by the trauma. The scale unfairly weighs.

Behind Me

I struggle to sleep. Relaxation and empty thoughts are what I need. I want to dream again. I wander across the moments in my journal, looking for the turning point […]

Norms

Bad days. Chaos polluting my air. Anxiety restricting my common sense. I am hoping for the better, fighting to prevent the worse.

Midnight

Sanity is slipping — an urge to be unseen — wishes cast into an empty well

After Party

I waited for an angel. Time was ticking. They seated me with demons. Alone with my thoughts. The night lingered with a hefty price. It’s midnight, and the house is […]

Passing Through

Our desires on the edge of perception, the fearless hide their inhibition. The tears fall unseen. The pain of redemption is so poignant; the push is inexplicable. Soon, these days […]

Gently

My twisted path. The weight of every step left a deep impression. Every way I took led to a dark revelation. I must gently find my horizon.

Plain Sight

Morning revelations, illuminating the cracks along the fragile lines.

Barometric

Misty days; transcribing rain. Downtrodden moments; heavy migraine.