@corymatthew13.bsky.social
Poet, haiku scribbler. Wanderer and finder.
Pinned
Lastly because
Firstly already
Decidedly gone
Thoughts in order
Presumably
Unless random
Not now
Much too busy
Get in line
And wait
Desirous to jump
From a mouth
Unguarded
Words not wanting
To be salad
But rather perceived
As intelligible
And listened to
If interjection
Even possible
#poetry
Firstly already
Decidedly gone
Thoughts in order
Presumably
Unless random
Not now
Much too busy
Get in line
And wait
Desirous to jump
From a mouth
Unguarded
Words not wanting
To be salad
But rather perceived
As intelligible
And listened to
If interjection
Even possible
#poetry
November 12, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Lastly because
Firstly already
Decidedly gone
Thoughts in order
Presumably
Unless random
Not now
Much too busy
Get in line
And wait
Desirous to jump
From a mouth
Unguarded
Words not wanting
To be salad
But rather perceived
As intelligible
And listened to
If interjection
Even possible
#poetry
Firstly already
Decidedly gone
Thoughts in order
Presumably
Unless random
Not now
Much too busy
Get in line
And wait
Desirous to jump
From a mouth
Unguarded
Words not wanting
To be salad
But rather perceived
As intelligible
And listened to
If interjection
Even possible
#poetry
"There are no works in progress," she said, "everything that is thought of is, by definition, finished." He knew what she was saying, but everything was up for reinterpretation. "Image a rogue thought walking out a green door and then stopping and scratching its head," he replied.
#vss
#microwrite
#vss
#microwrite
November 12, 2025 at 12:28 AM
"There are no works in progress," she said, "everything that is thought of is, by definition, finished." He knew what she was saying, but everything was up for reinterpretation. "Image a rogue thought walking out a green door and then stopping and scratching its head," he replied.
#vss
#microwrite
#vss
#microwrite
November 12, 2025 at 12:25 AM
November 12, 2025 at 12:24 AM
Hallways
And stairwells
High windows
With moonlight
Illuminating
Lost thoughts
Remembered
The years
Slip past
Without regard
To internal
Architecture
Nor words carved
In garden benches
Proclaiming
Youthful adoration
Long faded
Yet still able
To give rise to
An ache of desire
#poetry
And stairwells
High windows
With moonlight
Illuminating
Lost thoughts
Remembered
The years
Slip past
Without regard
To internal
Architecture
Nor words carved
In garden benches
Proclaiming
Youthful adoration
Long faded
Yet still able
To give rise to
An ache of desire
#poetry
November 12, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Hallways
And stairwells
High windows
With moonlight
Illuminating
Lost thoughts
Remembered
The years
Slip past
Without regard
To internal
Architecture
Nor words carved
In garden benches
Proclaiming
Youthful adoration
Long faded
Yet still able
To give rise to
An ache of desire
#poetry
And stairwells
High windows
With moonlight
Illuminating
Lost thoughts
Remembered
The years
Slip past
Without regard
To internal
Architecture
Nor words carved
In garden benches
Proclaiming
Youthful adoration
Long faded
Yet still able
To give rise to
An ache of desire
#poetry
Mindful of less
As if riches
A subtraction
Hand reaches
To grasp
And lets go
Nothing falls
To the floor
Voluminously
Ideas dance
Past window
Thoughtless
Drapes rustle
In admiration
As they go
#poetry
As if riches
A subtraction
Hand reaches
To grasp
And lets go
Nothing falls
To the floor
Voluminously
Ideas dance
Past window
Thoughtless
Drapes rustle
In admiration
As they go
#poetry
November 12, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Mindful of less
As if riches
A subtraction
Hand reaches
To grasp
And lets go
Nothing falls
To the floor
Voluminously
Ideas dance
Past window
Thoughtless
Drapes rustle
In admiration
As they go
#poetry
As if riches
A subtraction
Hand reaches
To grasp
And lets go
Nothing falls
To the floor
Voluminously
Ideas dance
Past window
Thoughtless
Drapes rustle
In admiration
As they go
#poetry
Inclined toward
Opposite
Movement
Away from
Systemic
Velocity
The stasis
Of wild places
Beckoning
Where sentences
Become wordless
And coy with silence
#poetry
Opposite
Movement
Away from
Systemic
Velocity
The stasis
Of wild places
Beckoning
Where sentences
Become wordless
And coy with silence
#poetry
November 10, 2025 at 7:43 PM
Inclined toward
Opposite
Movement
Away from
Systemic
Velocity
The stasis
Of wild places
Beckoning
Where sentences
Become wordless
And coy with silence
#poetry
Opposite
Movement
Away from
Systemic
Velocity
The stasis
Of wild places
Beckoning
Where sentences
Become wordless
And coy with silence
#poetry
Song of time
Sweet melody
That slips through
Lost thoughts with
Little effort
No attachment to
Tick-tock madness
That means so
Very little to
Sun or earth
Peace is the
Broken hands and
Smashed face of
Liberated hours
Analog answers
To digital questions
Rhetorical
Though they be
#poetry
Sweet melody
That slips through
Lost thoughts with
Little effort
No attachment to
Tick-tock madness
That means so
Very little to
Sun or earth
Peace is the
Broken hands and
Smashed face of
Liberated hours
Analog answers
To digital questions
Rhetorical
Though they be
#poetry
November 10, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Song of time
Sweet melody
That slips through
Lost thoughts with
Little effort
No attachment to
Tick-tock madness
That means so
Very little to
Sun or earth
Peace is the
Broken hands and
Smashed face of
Liberated hours
Analog answers
To digital questions
Rhetorical
Though they be
#poetry
Sweet melody
That slips through
Lost thoughts with
Little effort
No attachment to
Tick-tock madness
That means so
Very little to
Sun or earth
Peace is the
Broken hands and
Smashed face of
Liberated hours
Analog answers
To digital questions
Rhetorical
Though they be
#poetry
There are places
Where other things
Used to be
In memories
Sometimes
They still are
Tricks of the mind
Or space time
Doing as it will
Sound of wind
From long ago
Not listened to
Constantly
#poetry
Where other things
Used to be
In memories
Sometimes
They still are
Tricks of the mind
Or space time
Doing as it will
Sound of wind
From long ago
Not listened to
Constantly
#poetry
November 10, 2025 at 2:01 PM
There are places
Where other things
Used to be
In memories
Sometimes
They still are
Tricks of the mind
Or space time
Doing as it will
Sound of wind
From long ago
Not listened to
Constantly
#poetry
Where other things
Used to be
In memories
Sometimes
They still are
Tricks of the mind
Or space time
Doing as it will
Sound of wind
From long ago
Not listened to
Constantly
#poetry
"Fully half of our lives is narrated by a version of ourselves that doesn't exist yet," he said, "a veritable Ishmaelian analyst with the perspective of time elapsed." She wasn't sure what he was on about but suggested coffee, "not Starbucks though," she replied.
#microwrite
#microwrite
November 10, 2025 at 12:30 AM
"Fully half of our lives is narrated by a version of ourselves that doesn't exist yet," he said, "a veritable Ishmaelian analyst with the perspective of time elapsed." She wasn't sure what he was on about but suggested coffee, "not Starbucks though," she replied.
#microwrite
#microwrite
"What isn't lost in translation is all there is," she said, "the rest is just stactic." He nodded his head in agreement and thought about flotsam and jetsam for some reason, "I'm into green noise lately," he replied, "I'm not sure what language it is."
#vss365
#vss365
November 9, 2025 at 3:08 PM
"What isn't lost in translation is all there is," she said, "the rest is just stactic." He nodded his head in agreement and thought about flotsam and jetsam for some reason, "I'm into green noise lately," he replied, "I'm not sure what language it is."
#vss365
#vss365
"My true intentions have always been obscured," he said, "even from myself, my actual motives are just a shadow manifested." She knew he wasn't wrong but knew the same was true of most folks, "through a glass darkly," she replied, "the mystery unravels as it will, but also as it must."
#vss
#vss
November 8, 2025 at 9:23 PM
"My true intentions have always been obscured," he said, "even from myself, my actual motives are just a shadow manifested." She knew he wasn't wrong but knew the same was true of most folks, "through a glass darkly," she replied, "the mystery unravels as it will, but also as it must."
#vss
#vss
To not examine
The fiction
Of novels
Or poetry
Or even the
Bawdy humor
Of the bar room
To understand
Language better
Is to misunderstand
Communication
Entirely
Everything else
Is mostly
Instruction
Except of course
Soft words not
Spoken at night
#poetry
The fiction
Of novels
Or poetry
Or even the
Bawdy humor
Of the bar room
To understand
Language better
Is to misunderstand
Communication
Entirely
Everything else
Is mostly
Instruction
Except of course
Soft words not
Spoken at night
#poetry
November 8, 2025 at 9:18 PM
To not examine
The fiction
Of novels
Or poetry
Or even the
Bawdy humor
Of the bar room
To understand
Language better
Is to misunderstand
Communication
Entirely
Everything else
Is mostly
Instruction
Except of course
Soft words not
Spoken at night
#poetry
The fiction
Of novels
Or poetry
Or even the
Bawdy humor
Of the bar room
To understand
Language better
Is to misunderstand
Communication
Entirely
Everything else
Is mostly
Instruction
Except of course
Soft words not
Spoken at night
#poetry
Eyes that look
And see
Countryside
Everywhere
Immune to
Time and
The ravages
Of civilization
Pure earth
Wanting to be
Wild once more
Passing through
The centuries
With vine
And sapling
Waiting patiently
Willing to
Overcome
And conquer
#WildWalkPrompt
#countryside
And see
Countryside
Everywhere
Immune to
Time and
The ravages
Of civilization
Pure earth
Wanting to be
Wild once more
Passing through
The centuries
With vine
And sapling
Waiting patiently
Willing to
Overcome
And conquer
#WildWalkPrompt
#countryside
November 8, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Eyes that look
And see
Countryside
Everywhere
Immune to
Time and
The ravages
Of civilization
Pure earth
Wanting to be
Wild once more
Passing through
The centuries
With vine
And sapling
Waiting patiently
Willing to
Overcome
And conquer
#WildWalkPrompt
#countryside
And see
Countryside
Everywhere
Immune to
Time and
The ravages
Of civilization
Pure earth
Wanting to be
Wild once more
Passing through
The centuries
With vine
And sapling
Waiting patiently
Willing to
Overcome
And conquer
#WildWalkPrompt
#countryside
Upon seas
Too rough
For poetry
Or even thought
The idea
That words
Should rhyme
Nauseating
Enough on
Dry land
To be tossed
About trying
For syllabic
Structure
And continuity
Almost not enough
To keep a
Mariner
From resorting to
Alliteration
Between undulating
Upheavals
#emoetry
#nauseated
Too rough
For poetry
Or even thought
The idea
That words
Should rhyme
Nauseating
Enough on
Dry land
To be tossed
About trying
For syllabic
Structure
And continuity
Almost not enough
To keep a
Mariner
From resorting to
Alliteration
Between undulating
Upheavals
#emoetry
#nauseated
November 8, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Upon seas
Too rough
For poetry
Or even thought
The idea
That words
Should rhyme
Nauseating
Enough on
Dry land
To be tossed
About trying
For syllabic
Structure
And continuity
Almost not enough
To keep a
Mariner
From resorting to
Alliteration
Between undulating
Upheavals
#emoetry
#nauseated
Too rough
For poetry
Or even thought
The idea
That words
Should rhyme
Nauseating
Enough on
Dry land
To be tossed
About trying
For syllabic
Structure
And continuity
Almost not enough
To keep a
Mariner
From resorting to
Alliteration
Between undulating
Upheavals
#emoetry
#nauseated
"If you don't learn UnispeaK before you get to the station, you'll be classified as language impaired," she said, "that means nothing but sub-7 jobs. "He wasn't worried though, the Guild only operated below sub-8, "they speak Darkstar down there, "he replied, "I'll be fine,".
#vss365
#language
#vss
#vss365
#language
#vss
November 8, 2025 at 7:14 PM
November 8, 2025 at 7:04 PM
"There was a time in my life when I had a little more confidence than I do now," he said, "luckily, someone talked me down." She had never known him when he wasn't shy and reclusive, "the world ask a lot from people like us," she replied, "the least we can do is say, 'absolutely not'."
#vss
#vss
November 8, 2025 at 3:27 PM
"There was a time in my life when I had a little more confidence than I do now," he said, "luckily, someone talked me down." She had never known him when he wasn't shy and reclusive, "the world ask a lot from people like us," she replied, "the least we can do is say, 'absolutely not'."
#vss
#vss
"Whenever someone asks for a book suggestion," he said, "I am quick to point out that paperbacks are more convenient but hardback books look better on a shelf." She thought about trade copy books that were an odd size and not easily categorizable, "I like green shelves," she replied.
#vss
#vss
November 8, 2025 at 3:21 PM
"Whenever someone asks for a book suggestion," he said, "I am quick to point out that paperbacks are more convenient but hardback books look better on a shelf." She thought about trade copy books that were an odd size and not easily categorizable, "I like green shelves," she replied.
#vss
#vss
November 8, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Pauper digging
In the field
with your hoe
Are potatoes
The giver
Of your life
No
Just use them
In soups and
Stews
But
Really they
Are just a
Root
#micropoetry
#poetry
In the field
with your hoe
Are potatoes
The giver
Of your life
No
Just use them
In soups and
Stews
But
Really they
Are just a
Root
#micropoetry
#poetry
November 8, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Pauper digging
In the field
with your hoe
Are potatoes
The giver
Of your life
No
Just use them
In soups and
Stews
But
Really they
Are just a
Root
#micropoetry
#poetry
In the field
with your hoe
Are potatoes
The giver
Of your life
No
Just use them
In soups and
Stews
But
Really they
Are just a
Root
#micropoetry
#poetry