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Micro-Poetry #31

1: Life is a game in which the weak will be swallowed whole and the strong shall narrowly avoid such fate. You must choose your own mental state: choose weakness and live in mediocrity. Or choose strength and live indefinitely.   2: If love is the light, Then will you be my lighthouse in these […]

Micro-Poetry #30

1: I long for it, To swim in the ocean that is your love; No matter the power of the tide Or strength of the storm. Oh how I wish that: My own love Had the buoyancy to stay afloat.   2: Let is be said that, It is the most dampened, Darkened; Drained souls, […]

Micro-Poetry #29

Hello beautiful reader! – yes, I’m talking to you. Today I’m going to try something a little different with these micro-poems, I’m going to make them very micro, like a three or four lines max, and see how that works out. The beautiful thing about micro-poetry for me, is having the ability to say so […]

Micro-Poetry #28

1: Encapsulated by time, Led by its wrath, Witness how it changes you How it alters your destined path.   2: The night is when I feel it most – When the darkness swarms me; When the solitude takes over Plunging me into black, All I can think of, Is how much warmer the coldness […]

Micro-Poetry #18

1: The fractured mirror ahead: Cracked and broken – Reflecting untruthfully: The look of the expression, Though the the truth does lie within: In the pain that it reflects.   2: A gathering of futility, A cluster of inflamed desire: Burnt to a crisp – Must not prevent the impending greatness, Must not charcoal the […]

Micro-poetry #15

Evicted from the effervesce: Take pride in thy storm, In thy rough seas and high tides; Underneath tall oaks in which truths hide – Amid teething lands in surplus, Beneath seething hands that hurt us.  

Searing Heat

  How hath the searing heat floundered the water? How hath time halted in purer sands? How does flame spawn son and daughter? Why dare sea neglect outstretched hands?   November glint, Triumph’s conquest: Fuelling the floundering flames, Participating in destiny’s games: Becoming one with the world; Stifling the turmoil within.  

Micro-Poetry #13

1: Glimmering sunshine in the cold November, Warming the soul to the bone; Enough heat for a season, Enough warmth for an eternity; Searing amidst the underlying cold of my soul.   2: An iced lake, Hardened by the cold; Follow in its footsteps through solitude, And onto faith you shall hold.   3: A […]

Timelessness

Amidst the sound of time, exists the sound of timelessness. A realm outside of the space time continuum. Where boundaries of realism are stretched and twisted, curled and intertwined – in ways that mere mortals can only begin to imagine. In ways that science can’t explain. That souls can’t explore. A space so dark that […]

An Unedited, Totally Improvised, Tension Piece:

Good evening ya’ll! I’m just sitting down to begin my evening writing session and I thought that I’d type a random short piece of writing and upload it totally raw. I hope to create a piece which contains a little tension and suspense. Maybe an element of horror too. I dunno, let’s just see what […]

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