@corymatthew13.bsky.social
Poet, haiku scribbler. Wanderer and finder.
Pinned
It's said that
Narrow alleys
Lead to the
Same place as
Broad avenues
But only
Metaphorically
The skinny end
Of a creek
Is where the
Salamanders are
The rotting leaves
Of home
Where words mean
Just a little more
#poetry
#poem
#salamander
Narrow alleys
Lead to the
Same place as
Broad avenues
But only
Metaphorically
The skinny end
Of a creek
Is where the
Salamanders are
The rotting leaves
Of home
Where words mean
Just a little more
#poetry
#poem
#salamander
November 26, 2025 at 12:13 AM
It's said that
Narrow alleys
Lead to the
Same place as
Broad avenues
But only
Metaphorically
The skinny end
Of a creek
Is where the
Salamanders are
The rotting leaves
Of home
Where words mean
Just a little more
#poetry
#poem
#salamander
Narrow alleys
Lead to the
Same place as
Broad avenues
But only
Metaphorically
The skinny end
Of a creek
Is where the
Salamanders are
The rotting leaves
Of home
Where words mean
Just a little more
#poetry
#poem
#salamander
Mistakenly I blinked
And the short years danced past
Wind in trees laughing
#haiku
#poetry
#micropoetry
And the short years danced past
Wind in trees laughing
#haiku
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 26, 2025 at 12:12 AM
Mistakenly I blinked
And the short years danced past
Wind in trees laughing
#haiku
#poetry
#micropoetry
And the short years danced past
Wind in trees laughing
#haiku
#poetry
#micropoetry
Intuitively
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#poem
#writerscommunity
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#poem
#writerscommunity
November 26, 2025 at 12:10 AM
Intuitively
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#poem
#writerscommunity
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#poem
#writerscommunity
Third way
Not the right
And straight path
Sleepwalking
As it were
Dreaming
On the go
Another way
Demands courage
To wake up
And stand in
The onslaught
Of life
Willing to be
An instrument
Of purpose
Instead of the
Reaction
Clear eyes
That look
But also see
#poetry
#philosophy
Not the right
And straight path
Sleepwalking
As it were
Dreaming
On the go
Another way
Demands courage
To wake up
And stand in
The onslaught
Of life
Willing to be
An instrument
Of purpose
Instead of the
Reaction
Clear eyes
That look
But also see
#poetry
#philosophy
November 26, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Third way
Not the right
And straight path
Sleepwalking
As it were
Dreaming
On the go
Another way
Demands courage
To wake up
And stand in
The onslaught
Of life
Willing to be
An instrument
Of purpose
Instead of the
Reaction
Clear eyes
That look
But also see
#poetry
#philosophy
Not the right
And straight path
Sleepwalking
As it were
Dreaming
On the go
Another way
Demands courage
To wake up
And stand in
The onslaught
Of life
Willing to be
An instrument
Of purpose
Instead of the
Reaction
Clear eyes
That look
But also see
#poetry
#philosophy
November 26, 2025 at 12:08 AM
One day, when I was a child, walking past the orphanage, a woman there started waving at me and yelling, "come back, come back!" I waved and kept going because I knew it was beans and weiner night, and mom would be waiting for me down at the trailer park. "I've made an escape!", I exclaimed.
#vss
#vss
November 26, 2025 at 12:07 AM
One day, when I was a child, walking past the orphanage, a woman there started waving at me and yelling, "come back, come back!" I waved and kept going because I knew it was beans and weiner night, and mom would be waiting for me down at the trailer park. "I've made an escape!", I exclaimed.
#vss
#vss
Intuitively
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#micropoetry
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Intuitively
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#micropoetry
Lost
No skill needed
The edge
Always calling
Perimeters
Pointless
Night reaching
From within
Sidewalk fades
Path beckons
This way
Whispered
Wantonly seductive
Wilderness searching
For this soul
No other
Will do
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Impressions
Everywhere
Free floating
Quietly escaping
The confines
Of others
Do they know
Their thoughts
Roam free
Billboard like
Telling all
No matter
Not polite to listen
Undeniable
And lacking
Clarity
Madness unleashed
An onslaught
Upon those
Who can hear
#poetry
#micropoetry
#vss
Everywhere
Free floating
Quietly escaping
The confines
Of others
Do they know
Their thoughts
Roam free
Billboard like
Telling all
No matter
Not polite to listen
Undeniable
And lacking
Clarity
Madness unleashed
An onslaught
Upon those
Who can hear
#poetry
#micropoetry
#vss
November 25, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Impressions
Everywhere
Free floating
Quietly escaping
The confines
Of others
Do they know
Their thoughts
Roam free
Billboard like
Telling all
No matter
Not polite to listen
Undeniable
And lacking
Clarity
Madness unleashed
An onslaught
Upon those
Who can hear
#poetry
#micropoetry
#vss
Everywhere
Free floating
Quietly escaping
The confines
Of others
Do they know
Their thoughts
Roam free
Billboard like
Telling all
No matter
Not polite to listen
Undeniable
And lacking
Clarity
Madness unleashed
An onslaught
Upon those
Who can hear
#poetry
#micropoetry
#vss
Empty house
So full of
Secrets
That even
The ghosts
Are nervous
Very careful
Not to
Rattle chains
#poetry
#micropoetry
So full of
Secrets
That even
The ghosts
Are nervous
Very careful
Not to
Rattle chains
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Empty house
So full of
Secrets
That even
The ghosts
Are nervous
Very careful
Not to
Rattle chains
#poetry
#micropoetry
So full of
Secrets
That even
The ghosts
Are nervous
Very careful
Not to
Rattle chains
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:53 PM
November 25, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Just a soul
Much like
A shadow
Often not
Present
Where does
It go
Quietly Leaving
Slipping away
Returning
Eventually
Just a bit
Tattered
Weak and
Needing solace
Back home
But lost
#poetry
#micropoetry
Much like
A shadow
Often not
Present
Where does
It go
Quietly Leaving
Slipping away
Returning
Eventually
Just a bit
Tattered
Weak and
Needing solace
Back home
But lost
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Just a soul
Much like
A shadow
Often not
Present
Where does
It go
Quietly Leaving
Slipping away
Returning
Eventually
Just a bit
Tattered
Weak and
Needing solace
Back home
But lost
#poetry
#micropoetry
Much like
A shadow
Often not
Present
Where does
It go
Quietly Leaving
Slipping away
Returning
Eventually
Just a bit
Tattered
Weak and
Needing solace
Back home
But lost
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Book
On the shelf
Patiently waiting
Full of words
Just wanting
To be misunderstood
Read and reread
Pretend to read
Don't and say did
Laugh at quotes
Remembered
And forgotten
Almost immediately
The parties
Of tomorrow
Promising
Single paragraphs
Longing to be
Read aloud
#poetry
On the shelf
Patiently waiting
Full of words
Just wanting
To be misunderstood
Read and reread
Pretend to read
Don't and say did
Laugh at quotes
Remembered
And forgotten
Almost immediately
The parties
Of tomorrow
Promising
Single paragraphs
Longing to be
Read aloud
#poetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Book
On the shelf
Patiently waiting
Full of words
Just wanting
To be misunderstood
Read and reread
Pretend to read
Don't and say did
Laugh at quotes
Remembered
And forgotten
Almost immediately
The parties
Of tomorrow
Promising
Single paragraphs
Longing to be
Read aloud
#poetry
On the shelf
Patiently waiting
Full of words
Just wanting
To be misunderstood
Read and reread
Pretend to read
Don't and say did
Laugh at quotes
Remembered
And forgotten
Almost immediately
The parties
Of tomorrow
Promising
Single paragraphs
Longing to be
Read aloud
#poetry
Such a fast car
Four speed
Dharmic transmission
Swiftly
Approaching now
This very moment
#poetry
#micropoetry
Four speed
Dharmic transmission
Swiftly
Approaching now
This very moment
#poetry
#micropoetry
November 25, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Such a fast car
Four speed
Dharmic transmission
Swiftly
Approaching now
This very moment
#poetry
#micropoetry
Four speed
Dharmic transmission
Swiftly
Approaching now
This very moment
#poetry
#micropoetry
Three pennies
On the floor
Wishing
It were more
Not quite
Enough
To be picked up
Unless of course
A shoestring
Needs tending
Shine all gone
Blending well
Soon to be
Forgotten
#poetry
On the floor
Wishing
It were more
Not quite
Enough
To be picked up
Unless of course
A shoestring
Needs tending
Shine all gone
Blending well
Soon to be
Forgotten
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Three pennies
On the floor
Wishing
It were more
Not quite
Enough
To be picked up
Unless of course
A shoestring
Needs tending
Shine all gone
Blending well
Soon to be
Forgotten
#poetry
On the floor
Wishing
It were more
Not quite
Enough
To be picked up
Unless of course
A shoestring
Needs tending
Shine all gone
Blending well
Soon to be
Forgotten
#poetry
Ungodly
The hour
Though not
For lack of light
Spirit moon
Shines upon
Dark minions
Trading lessons
One to another
Veritble bargains
But poor exchanges
Palpable current
Of evil air
Sealing
Drifting deals
As money falls
Into dire hands
Cobblestone creatures
Scurry off
Rich and unforgiven
#poetry
The hour
Though not
For lack of light
Spirit moon
Shines upon
Dark minions
Trading lessons
One to another
Veritble bargains
But poor exchanges
Palpable current
Of evil air
Sealing
Drifting deals
As money falls
Into dire hands
Cobblestone creatures
Scurry off
Rich and unforgiven
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 8:56 PM
Ungodly
The hour
Though not
For lack of light
Spirit moon
Shines upon
Dark minions
Trading lessons
One to another
Veritble bargains
But poor exchanges
Palpable current
Of evil air
Sealing
Drifting deals
As money falls
Into dire hands
Cobblestone creatures
Scurry off
Rich and unforgiven
#poetry
The hour
Though not
For lack of light
Spirit moon
Shines upon
Dark minions
Trading lessons
One to another
Veritble bargains
But poor exchanges
Palpable current
Of evil air
Sealing
Drifting deals
As money falls
Into dire hands
Cobblestone creatures
Scurry off
Rich and unforgiven
#poetry
"I seldom mistake one moment for another," he said, "but truly, they all seem to run together, multi-moments are not far off I suspect; past, present, and future just a single tense, the tension of now." "Why even glance at a clock, unless it is in the sharp talons of an eagle", she replied.
#vss
#vss
November 24, 2025 at 8:54 PM
"I seldom mistake one moment for another," he said, "but truly, they all seem to run together, multi-moments are not far off I suspect; past, present, and future just a single tense, the tension of now." "Why even glance at a clock, unless it is in the sharp talons of an eagle", she replied.
#vss
#vss
November 24, 2025 at 8:51 PM
"Usually a major event has about 97 lessons," she said, "if we're lucky, we come away with two or three. Max." He wondered what qualified as 'major', but then thought about all the unlearned lessons, "I used to hate studying", he replied, "my memory is a bit like a windy day in March."
#vss
#vss
November 24, 2025 at 8:51 PM
"Usually a major event has about 97 lessons," she said, "if we're lucky, we come away with two or three. Max." He wondered what qualified as 'major', but then thought about all the unlearned lessons, "I used to hate studying", he replied, "my memory is a bit like a windy day in March."
#vss
#vss
Our intimacy
Much too strange
Alone the night
We wander
Thinking maybe
We should have stayed
Emotion discarded
On the floor
#poetry
#vss
#writingcommunity
Much too strange
Alone the night
We wander
Thinking maybe
We should have stayed
Emotion discarded
On the floor
#poetry
#vss
#writingcommunity
November 24, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Our intimacy
Much too strange
Alone the night
We wander
Thinking maybe
We should have stayed
Emotion discarded
On the floor
#poetry
#vss
#writingcommunity
Much too strange
Alone the night
We wander
Thinking maybe
We should have stayed
Emotion discarded
On the floor
#poetry
#vss
#writingcommunity
Graceless
Contours of
Consciousness
Mapping
Psychological
Promontories
Without thought
Luminous surfaces
And dark edges
Creating the
Surface of life
Rhapsodizing about
Living and thinking or
About free will
Manifested by
The Other
And presented as
Mandatory script
To be announced
#poetry
Contours of
Consciousness
Mapping
Psychological
Promontories
Without thought
Luminous surfaces
And dark edges
Creating the
Surface of life
Rhapsodizing about
Living and thinking or
About free will
Manifested by
The Other
And presented as
Mandatory script
To be announced
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Graceless
Contours of
Consciousness
Mapping
Psychological
Promontories
Without thought
Luminous surfaces
And dark edges
Creating the
Surface of life
Rhapsodizing about
Living and thinking or
About free will
Manifested by
The Other
And presented as
Mandatory script
To be announced
#poetry
Contours of
Consciousness
Mapping
Psychological
Promontories
Without thought
Luminous surfaces
And dark edges
Creating the
Surface of life
Rhapsodizing about
Living and thinking or
About free will
Manifested by
The Other
And presented as
Mandatory script
To be announced
#poetry
Black and white TV
In the corner
Broken antenna
Wired up to a
1971 Peugeot
Bicycle
Just to get
Enough reception
For Dragnet
Or Andy Griffith
Copy of Siddhartha
Waiting to be read
For the fourth time
Tray under couch
#poetry
In the corner
Broken antenna
Wired up to a
1971 Peugeot
Bicycle
Just to get
Enough reception
For Dragnet
Or Andy Griffith
Copy of Siddhartha
Waiting to be read
For the fourth time
Tray under couch
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Black and white TV
In the corner
Broken antenna
Wired up to a
1971 Peugeot
Bicycle
Just to get
Enough reception
For Dragnet
Or Andy Griffith
Copy of Siddhartha
Waiting to be read
For the fourth time
Tray under couch
#poetry
In the corner
Broken antenna
Wired up to a
1971 Peugeot
Bicycle
Just to get
Enough reception
For Dragnet
Or Andy Griffith
Copy of Siddhartha
Waiting to be read
For the fourth time
Tray under couch
#poetry
The awakeness
came upon him
like a sasquatch
in drag
wide open
and unapologetic
When the dust settled
he made a pot of coffee
and got dressed
#poetry
came upon him
like a sasquatch
in drag
wide open
and unapologetic
When the dust settled
he made a pot of coffee
and got dressed
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 2:41 PM
The awakeness
came upon him
like a sasquatch
in drag
wide open
and unapologetic
When the dust settled
he made a pot of coffee
and got dressed
#poetry
came upon him
like a sasquatch
in drag
wide open
and unapologetic
When the dust settled
he made a pot of coffee
and got dressed
#poetry