Small Poems

I need to FUCKing Dance Be in our Zone. Lick sweat off my face wondering if it's my own. instead flaying my body in my kitchen alone. Still. Joy in my

I need to FUCKing Dance Be in our Zone. Lick sweat off my face wondering if it's my own. instead flaying my body in my kitchen alone. Still. Joy in my rattling bones #smallpoems

Kraken Hurricanes and Golden Knights Bettman's beast beating a city as the Castle Crumbles #smallpoems

Kraken Hurricanes and Golden Knights Bettman's beast beating a city as the Castle Crumbles #smallpoems

expansion of methods ethical dimensions unfolds dynamics more partnerships conceptions of human reflected throughout Building deeper attention #smallp

expansion of methods ethical dimensions unfolds dynamics more partnerships conceptions of human reflected throughout Building deeper attention #smallpoems

Crave Music, Dance, Sound. Melt bodies. felt prodigies found in trance loosening waves #smallpoems

Crave Music, Dance, Sound. Melt bodies. felt prodigies found in trance loosening waves #smallpoems

basement hangs Two fiddling fish Wrapped in YinYang Pandas In Green Ironman, of Cal, not Tony Machine Elephant eyes glean eclectic stare while #33 Cel

basement hangs Two fiddling fish Wrapped in YinYang Pandas In Green Ironman, of Cal, not Tony Machine Elephant eyes glean eclectic stare while #33 Celtic flys in air And a two headed turtle Struggles To nowhere. #smallpoems

Each stroke of pen placed on a check swing of fortune untold history lost season Spring without action bat no ball point pen holding memories not pitc

Each stroke of pen placed on a check swing of fortune untold history lost season Spring without action bat no ball point pen holding memories not pitched past and future full count swing miss #smallpoems

I watch as poems slip by unseen truths in stanzas caught in our eye metaphors untie as we try to blink dry tears away from a sty in the stars that sup

I watch as poems slip by unseen truths in stanzas caught in our eye metaphors untie as we try to blink dry tears away from a sty in the stars that supply such vision #smallpoems

want to feel Hang with humans not masked transactions As teacher I wear one every day not cloth but hope strings weighing heavy on bent ears. Can't sh

want to feel Hang with humans not masked transactions As teacher I wear one every day not cloth but hope strings weighing heavy on bent ears. Can't shut off encompassing silence need some noise #smallpoems

Prime numbers climb through through slumbers of unrest together able to pluck value from factors core to our being bearing fruit seeing roots to diliu

Prime numbers climb through through slumbers of unrest together able to pluck value from factors core to our being bearing fruit seeing roots to diliute the unmeaning craft the infinite but always broken in two #tdc3099 #ds106 #smallpoems

what a poem can't decide meaning of Apron, rot, still letting light in. Giving permission fissures of reality slip in on lucifern YES! A Poem in there

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what a poem can't decide meaning of Apron, rot, still letting light in. Giving permission fissures of reality slip in on lucifern YES! A Poem in there somewhere meteor still frozen but maybe it creeps in metaphor seeps in creaks and cracks bending floor boards to coldly lit realities collected and discarded out the door. #smallpoems #clmooc

I have never pretended to be anyone else Except for every day when I know who I am #smallpoems

I have never pretended to be anyone else Except for every day when I know who I am #smallpoems

Go party, maybe kill your parents but we get it Bored as shit. Just a drink, Go out. We get it. Wanna dance drip in reality keeping time stolen from s

Go party, maybe kill your parents but we get it Bored as shit. Just a drink, Go out. We get it. Wanna dance drip in reality keeping time stolen from shattered pasts Painted on spilled futures. Your joy kills loved ones But we get it. #smallpoems

always notice first firefly She tucks into blades of grass lone beacon of life Happens every summer On somedayish But it's the second where magic danc

always notice first firefly She tucks into blades of grass lone beacon of life Happens every summer On somedayish But it's the second where magic dances Third and fourth follow Light falling up in reverse meteors orbiting my soul bouncing between me and heaven and earth. #smallpoems

fooling around, youngest on ukele. Had tablature open. Brothers stomped knowingly down the stairs, "just A and G, easy" So I play Dark Star. Complexit

fooling around, youngest on ukele. Had tablature open. Brothers stomped knowingly down the stairs, "just A and G, easy" So I play Dark Star. Complexity dripping in Nothing and everything Driven by A and G #smallpoems

Yes children Better bands play While you slumber in bed We call it circle of life. #smallpoems

Yes children Better bands play While you slumber in bed We call it circle of life. #smallpoems

Two numbers to call when at home now one (wish I had seven many gone some walking forgotten) but two now one May not know forgot to listen but you're

Two numbers to call when at home now one (wish I had seven many gone some walking forgotten) but two now one May not know forgot to listen but you're missed glad you chose how to hang up the phone #smallpoems

Weird to consider never was as gravity kept our rock in motions New notionss of friendship cover old emotions that can Never Hide. Always present. A h

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Weird to consider never was as gravity kept our rock in motions New notionss of friendship cover old emotions that can Never Hide. Always present. A history itching at a big bite on your softest hide. #smallpoems

childhood friend has moved to The Next Place Not friend a mirror of Faults in accomplishments Someone who share lives Milestones or more usually silen

childhood friend has moved to The Next Place Not friend a mirror of Faults in accomplishments Someone who share lives Milestones or more usually silently commiserated in their absence Acting as dreams were never gone #smallpoems

Bugs Hungry for Blood Hide in my Writing haunts not sure if I should bat way metaphors of deeper meaning or write shorter poems #smallpoems

Bugs Hungry for Blood Hide in my Writing haunts not sure if I should bat way metaphors of deeper meaning or write shorter poems #smallpoems