Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: poetry community

  • Thank.

    Thank you
for the gift:
your stale breath
on my pillow
after you’ve gone.
What cockleburs 
become sweet comforts
in the fresh winter
parallel glow.
  • Let Her

    Let Her

    I wrote you a letter
I could never mean.
Trial and error - 
the survivalist mantra:
blessed are the meek. 

In another era, 
closed captioning
open for grief. 
Down hung heavier -
cycles more vicious
than obscene.

My rock-tied tantra
sunken beneath
a murky green.
  • Amaze

    Amaze

    Twisted and devouring itself, this soul, 

like Midguard’s serpent, into Deadalus’ 

shop of horrors - trapped. 

Fading faster with each death.
  • glass stones

    glass stones

    High brow,
high tower,
high people. 


A grass fed,
half-cocked, 
cockamamie conjecture. 


10,000 hours 
so I know what I’m doing. 
Shiny metal belt;
leather hypersexual. 


Hints to a treasure
like steam
wafting to 
dogshit.

  • 8 Carrots

    A horrific popularity contest
where everyone’s obsessed
with saying the last great thing. 

So, this is what healing looks like?
Another scab
to contradict unrealistic totems. 


Gilded, 
not gold.

  • oneuva

    She’s the kind
of woman 
you meet on the street
and one day 
regret everything,
even though
it all went perfectly
according to plan.

  • Artisanal

    I get them rolled - 
a buck a piece
from the hobo
on the corner. 

Man’s got taste.

  • do your own time

    @scribdbits

    do your own time #poetrycommunity #moody #micropoem

    ♬ Pink Matter – Frank Ocean

  • The Clock Stopper

    An inexorable vivacity,

    she crumbles entropy, 

    pauses ultimate reality, 

    and shakes the world.

    

    Seconds fall loose. 

    

    Only for her,

    I leave that watch

    broken

    and never again let time

    

    tick. 

    

    Lonesome, no more.

  • sadhours

    Even broken clocks






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