@jgmac1106 @dogtrax #smallpoems in hysteria of historia meteors fall up bent realities in might of flight escape the well no meteorite no broken shell matter finite stories ensconced in quarries of vacuum bound by nature's response an eternity together flying apart
@dogtrax #smallpoems They drew within two meteors escaping the well reborn in clouds to have passion drive apart The frost on the window the dew in the grass time marches as space collapses life folded like a Liu Cixin novel new engines always
White people twitter love poetry writers on tumblr, wholesome funny animal memes #foundpoem #smallpoems The literal word for word, no changing order (added punctuation) of my suggested search terms on Tumblr in poetic form
@dogtrax #smallpoems Doors and corners of time unfold to envelop realities as two specks drawn together collapse inward driving their energy apart so they stay frosted windows, dew covered toes carried together, forever separated on the winds of a fallen star
#smallpoems response touch of sound tossed abound into vacuums of space softening tenors hiding a blazed fate seeking to knock, knock on Nebula's gate Our eternal seed unlocking the graveyard of the sun or nurseries collapsing in on life?
#smallpoems fingers lay bare ripping flesh of a once shared cantaloupe now seeds spread a gelatinous mess in only one hand viscid vicissitudes drip from the mouth half untouched slices of memories of time unspent he licks fingers questioning her intent
#smallpoems The moon collapsed over horizons split shattered space in illuminating mysterious truths as time melts answers hang above broken canopies towering conceptions move as the rabbit dances feet wrapped in dew fed grass energy from within fleeting realities in a world undefined
#smallpoems Skin plastered against tattered holes of a torn blanket. Rough threads of unwoven time scratching against frozen thighs She sighs, glancing beyond a shoulder tucked close to heart beyond the cold frosted window she see nothing nothing at all
@cassiecodes Ahh misunderstood but maybe nobody gets to tell you what you can and can't work on your own website...I am fooling around this morning trying to do satire kid books https://mouseadomain.glitch.me/ and writing #smallpoems https://quickthoughts.jgregorymcverry.com/tag/smallpoems
#smallpoems (cont) But still you poke pressing my skin through missing spaces in our bars of reality sharply falling flat through Plato's Cave translucent Oh how I admire the stoics or maybe just the stone that surrounds
#smallpoems (cont) Alterior motives abound Contemplation, a key less prison walls build by the unforgiven I lay each stone myself a quarry of shattered dreams Mine the rock shovel, pick, axe, repeat Yet You can not see my prison walls
#smallpoems The Thoughts scream through my ears searching, looking eternally reasons sought lost in thought blinded by truth I grasp firmly to reality so much concentration...so much pain every social situation serves as a mental abomination
#smallpoems wheel turning but eyes can not wake up formless thoughts reflection of matter A rebel child, mama I tried but ideas busted on this cloudy day No masterpiece could I ever paint with star as my desire Not after chasing reality in Hunter's Dark
#smallpoems Frightening lighting tears above our darkened mast Frigid fists crawl above the bow unrepentant wrath creaking, the craft grasps as froth crashes heightening fury sailors stand aghast a whitening worry seeing their ghost before fate is cast
#smallpoems Be the small dog with a big stick determined to pass such joy in failure focus on need to move world forward grasping destiny in jaws future at your paws then it clicks with a turn of a head change of perspective stick advances
How many childhoods defined by streets where we stomped our feet? Even in our suburban corner I find that ties that bind cast you as a foreigner only the Broadview crew knew what to do and who was who #smallpoems #Microblogvember
#smallpoems What do we mean when we say make meaning? to mean is to have intention to seek to signify can we make intentions? a novel invention of thought caught sign to convey pine to parlay? to give form to a new a norm answers sought a knowledge clot?
#smallpoems Some times we need not seek deep meaning into typos words flows letters lost order for naught no rhyme, reason no time. just squeeze in one tweet not neat yet power in names flower of fame petals shrivel souls unsettle with misspelled drivel