Colin Miller
@norik.bsky.social
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I write bad poetry and think about dumb shit too much.
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Soda
Is good for you.
The sugar keeps
All
The unwanted parties away.
The carbonation will raise
You
To greatness.
Those who drink soda understand.
Water is the real enemy.
It can be mixed into anything,
Hiding
In every beverage.
Plotting.
They
Will take your soda
And water it down.
-BigSoda
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Silver Lining
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Egg Salad
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A promising game.
Blue zones look really awesome.
I want to test too.

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Sheets
A tilt and whirl of back and forth sends me swaying
Across a sea of black silk
Me and my friends sit on a pillow of metal and oil
Trying to reel in a new memory
Underneath these covers
Sailing.

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In My Place
A skip across from home I am in a new land.
With people who love me in spite of myself.

I follow along behind watching them laugh and joke and being human in all the ways I love to see.

They keep the space open for me so I can keep the door open, and in this place am I free.

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Infidelity #poetry #writing
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The quiet cold dark.
Ice in my heart and my soul.
Snow would be softer.

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There are thorns growing into my skin

Pale yellow and brittle thin.

It curled up my feet in prickly pace
Thorny barbs scaling the mountain of me.

Light pricks into stabbing pains
Mars my skin to bloody surface.

I stand here rooted in my place
By these terrible earthly chains.

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Freedom dies in sacrifice to the very top.

We fight under banners of those we didn't elect.

The only choice being which gives us the best feeling.

Hatred?

Fear?

Normality?

When the sacrifice we always needed was to each other.

Until we fight for fellow man this madness will not stop.

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Shame is a cold damp blanket.

The weight and discomfort.

The feeling of wrongness.

Dragging on the ground collecting muck.

Never feeling so unclean.

I can never seem to take it off. It wakes with me and sleeps with me. My willing and clingy partner.

Never have I felt so alone.

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What can my grief amount to?

This crushing sensation.

This gaping hole.

This ever-imminent disaster.

An infinitesimal shard in comparison to everything.

Drifting in the ocean of perspective that is only me.

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Dogs are a gift from Above.

Such boundless enthusiasm,

Overflowing affection,

Unshakable loyalty.

Traits I can only hope to aspire to.

The deep, and terrible pain that I feel from losing them.

Is an echo of all the love in my heart.

They are my Stars above my empty nights.

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This lonely heart aches
A way to feel something different
From what is so prescient
And gnawing.

It wanders from place to place
Hoping to find something new
In the world so frustrated
Shut tight like a seal
Fit for jarring.

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Boom.

The inadequacy of my trauma.

Smoke is in the air and I stare at the dying sun.

How something so large can seem so incomparable to the small.

Not even sure how independent I am.

Even after all this time.

I just take the burning in my chest,

And try to make the fire work.

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I wish I wasn't so good at hiding from Joy.

She is always around, happy and content. It scares me.

The light and warmth only makes me feel colder and more alone.

I bolster myself with drinks and sweets.

Hoping I am confident enough to say hello.

But it is such a brief meeting.

Wasted.

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Amber dreams
A vision of what was had
A future we can't avoid
Alert to nothing
At all.

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I am covered in flowers.

Gentle auburn petals sway constantly around me.

The slightest stirring sends me a flutter,
A thousand little nerves that reach the root of me.

Sometimes I wish they were thorns, or even bare.

I hate wilting.