[a collection of micropoetry]
What purpose does time serve, but to remind us that we have lived
sparkle, not burn float, not fall liberate, not incarnate
liMitations are mErely poTentials hiDing behind heSitations
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.
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
it is not nothing but everything that is empty while everything is momentary nothing is imperishable *** It has been too long since I updated my blog. As mentioned in my previous post The Sun Shifts, life took over me, but it is only momentary. I came across this poem I had written a year … Continue reading nothing but everything