Nick, of time.
@nickmich.bsky.social
Struggle.
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Struggle.
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
The tragedy of cinematic dreams is manifold:
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
November 21, 2025 at 1:12 PM
The tragedy of cinematic dreams is manifold:
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
We also need the full, unredacted Epstein files. Corruption should not be allowed to be hidden by the powerful for their own protection.
Texas Gov. Greg Abbott fought for months to keep secret emails between his office and Elon Musk. Now, hundreds of pages have been released.
Gov. Abbott released 1,400 pages of emails about Elon Musk. Most are blacked out.
Abbott fought for months to keep secret emails between his office and Elon Musk. Now, hundreds of pages have been released.
n.pr
November 20, 2025 at 2:42 PM
We also need the full, unredacted Epstein files. Corruption should not be allowed to be hidden by the powerful for their own protection.
Places
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
November 20, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Places
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
We look in the mirror
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
November 20, 2025 at 3:12 AM
We look in the mirror
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
Humming,
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
November 14, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Humming,
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
Reposted by Nick, of time.
I paid the stupid tax today and bought a single line of Mega Millions.
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
November 10, 2025 at 3:28 AM
I paid the stupid tax today and bought a single line of Mega Millions.
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
I need to get up and cook dinner. But bed so comfy. And kitchen so far.
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
November 10, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I need to get up and cook dinner. But bed so comfy. And kitchen so far.
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
I love
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
November 8, 2025 at 11:14 PM
I love
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
Sometimes I hate how melodramatic my poetry is of late. Is this the extent of my skill as a writer?
November 5, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Sometimes I hate how melodramatic my poetry is of late. Is this the extent of my skill as a writer?
It's funny to look back
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
November 5, 2025 at 2:26 PM
It's funny to look back
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
In the spirit
of forgetting you,
here
is a list
I render unto the void:
your coffee mug collection,
our couch,
that thing you promised
and the other one,
too,
my happiness
in your arms,
my memories of Sassafras,
your smile,
telling me it wasn't my business
anymore.
#poetry #heartbreak #depression
of forgetting you,
here
is a list
I render unto the void:
your coffee mug collection,
our couch,
that thing you promised
and the other one,
too,
my happiness
in your arms,
my memories of Sassafras,
your smile,
telling me it wasn't my business
anymore.
#poetry #heartbreak #depression
November 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
In the spirit
of forgetting you,
here
is a list
I render unto the void:
your coffee mug collection,
our couch,
that thing you promised
and the other one,
too,
my happiness
in your arms,
my memories of Sassafras,
your smile,
telling me it wasn't my business
anymore.
#poetry #heartbreak #depression
of forgetting you,
here
is a list
I render unto the void:
your coffee mug collection,
our couch,
that thing you promised
and the other one,
too,
my happiness
in your arms,
my memories of Sassafras,
your smile,
telling me it wasn't my business
anymore.
#poetry #heartbreak #depression
The things that stick
in my mind:
My lover told me
about an adult
fired
for writing a poem
to a child
who has lied
about similar things
before.
As an adult and
a poet
that stuck with me.
So
I dreamt.
#poetry #depression
1/2
in my mind:
My lover told me
about an adult
fired
for writing a poem
to a child
who has lied
about similar things
before.
As an adult and
a poet
that stuck with me.
So
I dreamt.
#poetry #depression
1/2
November 3, 2025 at 7:20 AM
The things that stick
in my mind:
My lover told me
about an adult
fired
for writing a poem
to a child
who has lied
about similar things
before.
As an adult and
a poet
that stuck with me.
So
I dreamt.
#poetry #depression
1/2
in my mind:
My lover told me
about an adult
fired
for writing a poem
to a child
who has lied
about similar things
before.
As an adult and
a poet
that stuck with me.
So
I dreamt.
#poetry #depression
1/2
This mythology, this
lore, I have
building
up
in my heart, my
mind, makes me wonder
just how
much of my marriage
was real,
true.
#poetry #depression
lore, I have
building
up
in my heart, my
mind, makes me wonder
just how
much of my marriage
was real,
true.
#poetry #depression
November 2, 2025 at 5:17 PM
This mythology, this
lore, I have
building
up
in my heart, my
mind, makes me wonder
just how
much of my marriage
was real,
true.
#poetry #depression
lore, I have
building
up
in my heart, my
mind, makes me wonder
just how
much of my marriage
was real,
true.
#poetry #depression
Reposted by Nick, of time.
Medicare for All would save $450B a year.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
October 31, 2025 at 6:45 PM
Medicare for All would save $450B a year.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
Every dollar spent on food stamps generates $1.50-$1.80 in economic activity.
Each dollar going to low-wage workers adds $1.20 to the economy overall.
It’s not about what this country can or can’t afford.
It’s about priorities.
There are dreams
where
I never made it out
from
my first major fugue
my high school
college
my first breakup
my marriage
alive.
There are dreams
where
I teach
fail
live
endure.
Which am I dreaming
now?
#poetry
where
I never made it out
from
my first major fugue
my high school
college
my first breakup
my marriage
alive.
There are dreams
where
I teach
fail
live
endure.
Which am I dreaming
now?
#poetry
October 30, 2025 at 12:15 AM
There are dreams
where
I never made it out
from
my first major fugue
my high school
college
my first breakup
my marriage
alive.
There are dreams
where
I teach
fail
live
endure.
Which am I dreaming
now?
#poetry
where
I never made it out
from
my first major fugue
my high school
college
my first breakup
my marriage
alive.
There are dreams
where
I teach
fail
live
endure.
Which am I dreaming
now?
#poetry
I worry I'm becoming
a petty tyrant.
I design the lessons
(they don't care),
assign the readings
(they won't read),
check in,
daily
(they nod their heads
and say they're fine).
I am not entertaining,
just trying
everything I can,
but I'm not hip,
with it,
cool.
When ninety percent
refuse? 🤷♂️
a petty tyrant.
I design the lessons
(they don't care),
assign the readings
(they won't read),
check in,
daily
(they nod their heads
and say they're fine).
I am not entertaining,
just trying
everything I can,
but I'm not hip,
with it,
cool.
When ninety percent
refuse? 🤷♂️
October 29, 2025 at 8:45 PM
I worry I'm becoming
a petty tyrant.
I design the lessons
(they don't care),
assign the readings
(they won't read),
check in,
daily
(they nod their heads
and say they're fine).
I am not entertaining,
just trying
everything I can,
but I'm not hip,
with it,
cool.
When ninety percent
refuse? 🤷♂️
a petty tyrant.
I design the lessons
(they don't care),
assign the readings
(they won't read),
check in,
daily
(they nod their heads
and say they're fine).
I am not entertaining,
just trying
everything I can,
but I'm not hip,
with it,
cool.
When ninety percent
refuse? 🤷♂️
Isn't it strange
how some homes haunt
you, keeping your sense
of place in flux
for days or years?
I still see it (and her),
like shadows on the wall,
out of the corner
of my brain,
my vision clouded.
(10/23/25... repost)
#poetry #depression
how some homes haunt
you, keeping your sense
of place in flux
for days or years?
I still see it (and her),
like shadows on the wall,
out of the corner
of my brain,
my vision clouded.
(10/23/25... repost)
#poetry #depression
October 25, 2025 at 5:13 PM
Isn't it strange
how some homes haunt
you, keeping your sense
of place in flux
for days or years?
I still see it (and her),
like shadows on the wall,
out of the corner
of my brain,
my vision clouded.
(10/23/25... repost)
#poetry #depression
how some homes haunt
you, keeping your sense
of place in flux
for days or years?
I still see it (and her),
like shadows on the wall,
out of the corner
of my brain,
my vision clouded.
(10/23/25... repost)
#poetry #depression
I was never much
for fashion or
hard work,
but, goddess, how
do I love
beautiful women
in
beautiful clothes.
When I say "goddess,
you're gorgeous"
I'm not
objectifying.
I know you are someone
under that dress.
Just,
you kill it.
#poetry
for fashion or
hard work,
but, goddess, how
do I love
beautiful women
in
beautiful clothes.
When I say "goddess,
you're gorgeous"
I'm not
objectifying.
I know you are someone
under that dress.
Just,
you kill it.
#poetry
October 22, 2025 at 8:22 PM
I was never much
for fashion or
hard work,
but, goddess, how
do I love
beautiful women
in
beautiful clothes.
When I say "goddess,
you're gorgeous"
I'm not
objectifying.
I know you are someone
under that dress.
Just,
you kill it.
#poetry
for fashion or
hard work,
but, goddess, how
do I love
beautiful women
in
beautiful clothes.
When I say "goddess,
you're gorgeous"
I'm not
objectifying.
I know you are someone
under that dress.
Just,
you kill it.
#poetry
October 21, 2025 at 11:33 PM
I feel bloody,
but
not raw, not broken.
At least,
not
in the overt
sense.
There are days
I feel
happy (usually
right after coitus),
but
those trickles of the positive
don't last
beyond
the Witching
Hour.
That is not
sustainable.
I could
trade
one addiction for another,
perhaps.
#poetry
but
not raw, not broken.
At least,
not
in the overt
sense.
There are days
I feel
happy (usually
right after coitus),
but
those trickles of the positive
don't last
beyond
the Witching
Hour.
That is not
sustainable.
I could
trade
one addiction for another,
perhaps.
#poetry
October 20, 2025 at 8:54 PM
I feel bloody,
but
not raw, not broken.
At least,
not
in the overt
sense.
There are days
I feel
happy (usually
right after coitus),
but
those trickles of the positive
don't last
beyond
the Witching
Hour.
That is not
sustainable.
I could
trade
one addiction for another,
perhaps.
#poetry
but
not raw, not broken.
At least,
not
in the overt
sense.
There are days
I feel
happy (usually
right after coitus),
but
those trickles of the positive
don't last
beyond
the Witching
Hour.
That is not
sustainable.
I could
trade
one addiction for another,
perhaps.
#poetry