be found

about following the lost

about time

some poetry about time

the sound of loss

I can't imagine what loss sounds like, perhaps...

agree to disagree, and more

[a collection of micropoetry]

how will you die?

tomb rave poetry death life

about dying, and living

gentle garlands

What purpose does time serve, but to remind us that we have lived

not incarnate

sparkle, not burn float, not fall liberate, not incarnate

Limitations

liMitations are mErely poTentials hiDing behind heSitations  

lies remain true

broken every promise only your lies remain true mirror's stained reflections dyed a crimson hue revenge bleeds slowly drip by drip.. ** I used to write a lot of micropoetry on Twitter for various prompts. Interesting to discover them after so long. I even forget what I was imagining when I wrote some of them.

stop and stare

do i dare, stop and stare as life moves by, should i sigh should i dream that i am living or else do i live as though i am dreaming *** It has been long since I wrote a poem Thanks to From Whispers To Roars  for the inspiration