Alex Oloriz
@alex-oloriz.bsky.social
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I write little poems and anecdotes. I enjoy it.
I write little poems and anecdotes. I enjoy it.
Array of baggy-wrinkled eyes
Hold fast beyond the lee
From refuse woven wispy ties
A coarse belay—osprey!
Hymn for a hum
Orphean #thrum
Those tufted diamonds, brace the liar
Well worn: the lead still sings
Protecting canvas, leaching fire
Winged sight fair vision rings
#vss365
#poetry
Hold fast beyond the lee
From refuse woven wispy ties
A coarse belay—osprey!
Hymn for a hum
Orphean #thrum
Those tufted diamonds, brace the liar
Well worn: the lead still sings
Protecting canvas, leaching fire
Winged sight fair vision rings
#vss365
#poetry
January 30, 2026 at 5:25 AM
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
January 29, 2026 at 12:37 PM
1.
Lost wasp behind fog
Gossamer peaks pierce the shroud
Perhaps dew will sting
2.
Lowly pigeons perch
Claws tap snow brown from plows push
Do points or salt burn?
3.
Prolific bullfrog
Poles align below lilies
But pond blooms too green
#haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry
Lost wasp behind fog
Gossamer peaks pierce the shroud
Perhaps dew will sting
2.
Lowly pigeons perch
Claws tap snow brown from plows push
Do points or salt burn?
3.
Prolific bullfrog
Poles align below lilies
But pond blooms too green
#haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry
January 29, 2026 at 10:20 AM
1.
Lost wasp behind fog
Gossamer peaks pierce the shroud
Perhaps dew will sting
2.
Lowly pigeons perch
Claws tap snow brown from plows push
Do points or salt burn?
3.
Prolific bullfrog
Poles align below lilies
But pond blooms too green
#haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry
Lost wasp behind fog
Gossamer peaks pierce the shroud
Perhaps dew will sting
2.
Lowly pigeons perch
Claws tap snow brown from plows push
Do points or salt burn?
3.
Prolific bullfrog
Poles align below lilies
But pond blooms too green
#haiku #poetry #blueskypoetry
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
Your name drifts up as silver moths, #obfuscated into smoke
between melting clock faces and my half-closed lids.
I wake holding a shadow that isn’t mine.
It fits too well.
#vss365
between melting clock faces and my half-closed lids.
I wake holding a shadow that isn’t mine.
It fits too well.
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 6:52 AM
Your name drifts up as silver moths, #obfuscated into smoke
between melting clock faces and my half-closed lids.
I wake holding a shadow that isn’t mine.
It fits too well.
#vss365
between melting clock faces and my half-closed lids.
I wake holding a shadow that isn’t mine.
It fits too well.
#vss365
A lampshade full of flapping waits
With shadows cast in flight
Before a screen hex #obfuscates
No answer, plain insight
False security
In
Muddled purity
So lock those secrets in a box—
An ounce of lemon juice
To scribble out your soul with pocks
Above the flame deduce
QnJva2VuIG1hbg==
#vss365
With shadows cast in flight
Before a screen hex #obfuscates
No answer, plain insight
False security
In
Muddled purity
So lock those secrets in a box—
An ounce of lemon juice
To scribble out your soul with pocks
Above the flame deduce
QnJva2VuIG1hbg==
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 6:35 AM
A lampshade full of flapping waits
With shadows cast in flight
Before a screen hex #obfuscates
No answer, plain insight
False security
In
Muddled purity
So lock those secrets in a box—
An ounce of lemon juice
To scribble out your soul with pocks
Above the flame deduce
QnJva2VuIG1hbg==
#vss365
With shadows cast in flight
Before a screen hex #obfuscates
No answer, plain insight
False security
In
Muddled purity
So lock those secrets in a box—
An ounce of lemon juice
To scribble out your soul with pocks
Above the flame deduce
QnJva2VuIG1hbg==
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 5:12 AM
January 29, 2026 at 4:53 AM
January 29, 2026 at 4:44 AM
Honesty faced down the wind.
“Don’t make me #quiver.”
“I won’t, but if you’ll let me you’d be surprised.”
Honesty wasn’t expecting a reply and couldn’t resist a surprise.
“Ok then.”
His limbs shook and hair rose up like fletching.
The wind had deceived him, but Honesty got to fly.
#vss365
“Don’t make me #quiver.”
“I won’t, but if you’ll let me you’d be surprised.”
Honesty wasn’t expecting a reply and couldn’t resist a surprise.
“Ok then.”
His limbs shook and hair rose up like fletching.
The wind had deceived him, but Honesty got to fly.
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 3:38 AM
For whose to say
It is better to blow up
Than it is to #wane
Any given day
A slightly smaller cup
Over going insane
The shrapnel fades away
All that time will corrupt
Washed out with the rain
A slow burning wick can confide
Spreading this light is #justified
#vss365
#emoetry
#poetry
It is better to blow up
Than it is to #wane
Any given day
A slightly smaller cup
Over going insane
The shrapnel fades away
All that time will corrupt
Washed out with the rain
A slow burning wick can confide
Spreading this light is #justified
#vss365
#emoetry
#poetry
January 28, 2026 at 2:49 AM
For whose to say
It is better to blow up
Than it is to #wane
Any given day
A slightly smaller cup
Over going insane
The shrapnel fades away
All that time will corrupt
Washed out with the rain
A slow burning wick can confide
Spreading this light is #justified
#vss365
#emoetry
#poetry
It is better to blow up
Than it is to #wane
Any given day
A slightly smaller cup
Over going insane
The shrapnel fades away
All that time will corrupt
Washed out with the rain
A slow burning wick can confide
Spreading this light is #justified
#vss365
#emoetry
#poetry
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
January 26, 2026 at 12:10 PM
January 26, 2026 at 5:35 AM
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
January 26, 2026 at 2:44 AM
I want to live between the #cusp you have shown me.
Don’t make me choose one.
There are depths to the middle. In the middle, a crevice.
A sloping transition held close, not indecision.
Do I seem lukewarm? I’m on fire.
I won’t be ground down. Not here.
Liminal you—too tender.
#vss365
Don’t make me choose one.
There are depths to the middle. In the middle, a crevice.
A sloping transition held close, not indecision.
Do I seem lukewarm? I’m on fire.
I won’t be ground down. Not here.
Liminal you—too tender.
#vss365
January 26, 2026 at 4:47 AM
Love it when the phishing email has a hidden ad for a German nudist sauna.
Welcome to Paradise I guess.
Welcome to Paradise I guess.
January 24, 2026 at 4:50 PM
Love it when the phishing email has a hidden ad for a German nudist sauna.
Welcome to Paradise I guess.
Welcome to Paradise I guess.
The captain cuts so silkily
Upon the fluid floor
The #slip succumbs so easily
To blossoms at the door
Tide surprises
A #gloomy watcher sat and stared
Beyond the windowsill
Engulfed, neither minded nor cared
Perhaps it was a thrill
Red sky—blue mourning
Ignored the warning
#vss365
#emoetry
Upon the fluid floor
The #slip succumbs so easily
To blossoms at the door
Tide surprises
A #gloomy watcher sat and stared
Beyond the windowsill
Engulfed, neither minded nor cared
Perhaps it was a thrill
Red sky—blue mourning
Ignored the warning
#vss365
#emoetry
January 24, 2026 at 5:44 AM
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
#emoetry
#vss365
of course it's gonna be gloomy
good thing it's cold & miserable too
& smells canned perfumey
like hippies playin' twister on a jute rug dyed blue
how bout some thunder sleet
& frozen #drizzle made of rain
snow 4 or 5 feet
& a cat named Beau Sun that goes by Boat Swain
#vss365
of course it's gonna be gloomy
good thing it's cold & miserable too
& smells canned perfumey
like hippies playin' twister on a jute rug dyed blue
how bout some thunder sleet
& frozen #drizzle made of rain
snow 4 or 5 feet
& a cat named Beau Sun that goes by Boat Swain
January 24, 2026 at 3:40 AM
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
Reposted by Alex Oloriz
#vss365
I once knew a woman who
collected drizzle in jars
she said every drop holds history
these jars filled her apartment
to overflowing
I once asked her what she did
when she needed room to breathe
she smiled, tipped one over,
and said, “I let go of the past.“
I once knew a woman who
collected drizzle in jars
she said every drop holds history
these jars filled her apartment
to overflowing
I once asked her what she did
when she needed room to breathe
she smiled, tipped one over,
and said, “I let go of the past.“
January 23, 2026 at 8:02 AM
#vss365
I once knew a woman who
collected drizzle in jars
she said every drop holds history
these jars filled her apartment
to overflowing
I once asked her what she did
when she needed room to breathe
she smiled, tipped one over,
and said, “I let go of the past.“
I once knew a woman who
collected drizzle in jars
she said every drop holds history
these jars filled her apartment
to overflowing
I once asked her what she did
when she needed room to breathe
she smiled, tipped one over,
and said, “I let go of the past.“
Forecast called for a #drizzle. Instead she saw big drops, no globs, falling out there. People on the street ran in fear. Outside, she looked up under the shadow of a muzzle. Her smile grew.
“Down girl, sit girl. Good girl.”
Bark rang out, setting off the car alarms.
It was time to play.
#vss365
“Down girl, sit girl. Good girl.”
Bark rang out, setting off the car alarms.
It was time to play.
#vss365
January 24, 2026 at 1:36 AM