Believe the sting
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Poet of small darknesses • Collector of stray words • No longer shrinking —‘Remember Me as a Time of Day’
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October air hits,
like a kiss I can't return—
The cold stings my cheeks.

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Dear Moon
If I would be you
I'd pirrouett every orbit
Until all of earth could behold
My hidden face.

#micropoetry #micropoem #poetry #prompt #moon
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Your fourteenth summer—
milky eyes lift up to mine.
What is it you see?

#dog #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #haiku
#Pet #seniordog
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Emily Dickinson reminds us we are definitely not utilizing em dashes enough. Picture from Final Harvest: Emily Dickinson’s Poems, selections and introduction by Thomas H. Johnson.

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God gave us halos
to wear as golden collars-
a beautiful asphyxiation
embedding itself in my soul.

They glow like nooses of light tightening each time I breathe,
a choir of angels watching,
Their eyes hollow, unblinking.

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Texas summer moon—
mosquitoes hum near my ear,
smack— their song is done.

(A friend of mine and I worked on this one together. They're far more clever than I.)

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The combination of the words scratches something in my brain. 🖤🖤🖤
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To name a poem feels like confining it. I want mine to linger freely, as they do in my mind, for as long as I can hold them there.

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Humid summer night
my thigh unsticks from your skin,
the fan cools our sweat.

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My poems don’t fit into neat word counts. So here’s a photo that says nothing... and maybe everything.

#selfie #digitalrelic #altarofme #nightvibes #moody
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Rebirth
#poem #poetry #rebirth #darkpoetry #altarofme
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It feels too good
watching two hearts
bleed

Bite back all love
carved into me

Un-mend this heart
Hungry
Finger the wound

It feels so good
to watch you
bleed
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Concerned
My nosy neighbor
Keeps parading
By my house

Think he’s up
To something sneaky
Just what—
Ain’t figured out

Might be acts
Nefarious,
Or maybe
He’s just nosy

When confronted
He stutters—
His cheeks
Grow red & rosy

His #sonorous
“Mea culpa”
Is kind
As on he moseys
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Punctuation

I pause—
A subtle pivot.

My mind considers,
Then trails off...

#micropoetry #emdash #ellipses
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A thousand of me exist,
crafted in the imagination of others—
effigies of shadow and memory.
I burn these “mes,”
watching them smoke and curl,
so I can drift unbound and whole.
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I am a myriad of micro moments,
dust motes in a slant of fading light—
golden, restless,
haunting the air.

#selfie #mirrorofmoods #poem #poetry ##micropoetry #altarofme #InnerPortrait #SelfAsArt #digitalrelic #shadowself
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Angelic,
tongue the halo—
a golden razor
that cuts unfeignedly.

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#InnerPortrait #VisualPoetry #SelfAsArt #digitalrelic #poetrycommunity
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Poem. God's Economy by @believethesting
We swallow the lie,
a chalice of ash
pressed to our lips.

It bruises our sensibilities,
and in its bitter emergence
we taste the stain of corruption.

Perfection demands blood—
a qualified sacrifice.

I have bartered with inequities,
stitched shadows into my skin,
and still the world forgets.
Do not be disheartened—
even memory rots.

I tried again,
and again I fell,
each failure
a psalm of dust.

Cling to bitterness;
there is sorrow
behind all beauty,
a thorn veiled in every rose.

Yet live—
even in deprivation,
even in decay.

For God’s economy is inverted:
what is despised is chosen,
what is broken is crowned.

The feast is set
for the starving.
Their darkness
gnaws and gnashes,
hungry for the light
we barely hold.
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Two decades ago, I silenced my poetry. Not only because life swallowed me whole, but because I kept shrinking for the comfort of others. I was told my words were too much, too flowery. This year something in me changed. I’m ready to speak in my own voice again.

#poetry #writing #findingmyself
Beautiful blue sky with white clouds. Half my face, im looking down at you.
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My personal Jesus. En el nombre del daddy, el hijo, y el espíritu santo. Amén.