Cyborg Meltdown
@cyborgmeltdown.bsky.social
Micro-Poet. Not a bot.
She is hushed,
like the library she worships,
like the religion she denies,
like the love she refuses,
she’s a long, quiet sigh.
She is hushed,
like the library she worships,
like the religion she denies,
like the love she refuses,
she’s a long, quiet sigh.
Pinned
her transmissions
became fierce and unruly
her captors feared
she had untangled herself
she was wireless now and
roaming madly
#poetry #micro-poetry
she shrugged
at the moon
that spilled
from my mouth
and I knew
she was
not my kind
#micro-poetry
#poetry
#selenophile
at the moon
that spilled
from my mouth
and I knew
she was
not my kind
#micro-poetry
#poetry
#selenophile
November 17, 2025 at 1:41 PM
she shrugged
at the moon
that spilled
from my mouth
and I knew
she was
not my kind
#micro-poetry
#poetry
#selenophile
at the moon
that spilled
from my mouth
and I knew
she was
not my kind
#micro-poetry
#poetry
#selenophile
I find thoughts of you
in stray places
in coat pockets
and old records
in between pages
tucked deep into books
and tangled
in my hair
when I let it all hang down
#micropoetry
in stray places
in coat pockets
and old records
in between pages
tucked deep into books
and tangled
in my hair
when I let it all hang down
#micropoetry
August 15, 2025 at 8:55 PM
I find thoughts of you
in stray places
in coat pockets
and old records
in between pages
tucked deep into books
and tangled
in my hair
when I let it all hang down
#micropoetry
in stray places
in coat pockets
and old records
in between pages
tucked deep into books
and tangled
in my hair
when I let it all hang down
#micropoetry
Reposted by Cyborg Meltdown
"Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide."
-John Muir
-John Muir
June 2, 2025 at 9:37 PM
"Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide."
-John Muir
-John Muir
white seedlings float
across infinite blue
I found your lips
a luxury, shadowed
by the storm clouds
peculiar how
I still think of myself
as beautiful
held at your throat,
just a dandelion
yellow pollen
smudging infinite blue
#micropoetry
across infinite blue
I found your lips
a luxury, shadowed
by the storm clouds
peculiar how
I still think of myself
as beautiful
held at your throat,
just a dandelion
yellow pollen
smudging infinite blue
#micropoetry
May 30, 2025 at 10:04 PM
white seedlings float
across infinite blue
I found your lips
a luxury, shadowed
by the storm clouds
peculiar how
I still think of myself
as beautiful
held at your throat,
just a dandelion
yellow pollen
smudging infinite blue
#micropoetry
across infinite blue
I found your lips
a luxury, shadowed
by the storm clouds
peculiar how
I still think of myself
as beautiful
held at your throat,
just a dandelion
yellow pollen
smudging infinite blue
#micropoetry
is this poetry? she asks
as she turns her body,
slowly arching,
bending time,
splitting herself in half,
as often does
the sharp horizon
to the naked setting sun
#micropoetry
as she turns her body,
slowly arching,
bending time,
splitting herself in half,
as often does
the sharp horizon
to the naked setting sun
#micropoetry
May 20, 2025 at 11:42 PM
is this poetry? she asks
as she turns her body,
slowly arching,
bending time,
splitting herself in half,
as often does
the sharp horizon
to the naked setting sun
#micropoetry
as she turns her body,
slowly arching,
bending time,
splitting herself in half,
as often does
the sharp horizon
to the naked setting sun
#micropoetry
Reposted by Cyborg Meltdown
April 23, 2025 at 4:21 AM
of what do I dream
in constant swim of mind
of fevered
whale songs
and tiger sharks
sharp sting of rays
translucent & transcendent
suffocating submarine
implosions,
sparks of regret
the churning of the sea
beneath rogue wings
of mantas
of blue,
your eyes,
salt, of tears
and words
in constant swim of mind
of fevered
whale songs
and tiger sharks
sharp sting of rays
translucent & transcendent
suffocating submarine
implosions,
sparks of regret
the churning of the sea
beneath rogue wings
of mantas
of blue,
your eyes,
salt, of tears
and words
April 12, 2025 at 3:12 PM
of what do I dream
in constant swim of mind
of fevered
whale songs
and tiger sharks
sharp sting of rays
translucent & transcendent
suffocating submarine
implosions,
sparks of regret
the churning of the sea
beneath rogue wings
of mantas
of blue,
your eyes,
salt, of tears
and words
in constant swim of mind
of fevered
whale songs
and tiger sharks
sharp sting of rays
translucent & transcendent
suffocating submarine
implosions,
sparks of regret
the churning of the sea
beneath rogue wings
of mantas
of blue,
your eyes,
salt, of tears
and words
existence is futile
March 31, 2025 at 12:43 AM
existence is futile
we, of deep depth charges
& star flung detonations,
of cosmic dust & blood
we, of deepening
patterns
& spiral destinations,
fire of the heavens
we, of meteors
aflame
& sure incinerations,
burning burning for you
#micropoetry
& star flung detonations,
of cosmic dust & blood
we, of deepening
patterns
& spiral destinations,
fire of the heavens
we, of meteors
aflame
& sure incinerations,
burning burning for you
#micropoetry
March 8, 2025 at 9:34 PM
we, of deep depth charges
& star flung detonations,
of cosmic dust & blood
we, of deepening
patterns
& spiral destinations,
fire of the heavens
we, of meteors
aflame
& sure incinerations,
burning burning for you
#micropoetry
& star flung detonations,
of cosmic dust & blood
we, of deepening
patterns
& spiral destinations,
fire of the heavens
we, of meteors
aflame
& sure incinerations,
burning burning for you
#micropoetry
I dream
of tangled root systems,
networks wrangled,
from branch to brain
of symbiotic
cyborg connections
with transcendental
tribes of trees
and we are ALL so ALIVE
#micropoetry
of tangled root systems,
networks wrangled,
from branch to brain
of symbiotic
cyborg connections
with transcendental
tribes of trees
and we are ALL so ALIVE
#micropoetry
March 8, 2025 at 9:33 PM
I dream
of tangled root systems,
networks wrangled,
from branch to brain
of symbiotic
cyborg connections
with transcendental
tribes of trees
and we are ALL so ALIVE
#micropoetry
of tangled root systems,
networks wrangled,
from branch to brain
of symbiotic
cyborg connections
with transcendental
tribes of trees
and we are ALL so ALIVE
#micropoetry
Reposted by Cyborg Meltdown
Where have you been?
In the deep dark woods. Finding my way through forests.
Why did you return?
To remember the space between
us closing and who I am Becoming.
Who are you Becoming?
Leaf and prayer and the
dark bones of wintering.
#poet #poem #poetry #writingcommunity
In the deep dark woods. Finding my way through forests.
Why did you return?
To remember the space between
us closing and who I am Becoming.
Who are you Becoming?
Leaf and prayer and the
dark bones of wintering.
#poet #poem #poetry #writingcommunity
January 31, 2025 at 8:17 AM
Where have you been?
In the deep dark woods. Finding my way through forests.
Why did you return?
To remember the space between
us closing and who I am Becoming.
Who are you Becoming?
Leaf and prayer and the
dark bones of wintering.
#poet #poem #poetry #writingcommunity
In the deep dark woods. Finding my way through forests.
Why did you return?
To remember the space between
us closing and who I am Becoming.
Who are you Becoming?
Leaf and prayer and the
dark bones of wintering.
#poet #poem #poetry #writingcommunity
woodsmoke steeps our clothing
on a blue-black night
the campfire glows
& spits whirling sparks
surging
the cinders of rebellion
rise skyward
#micropoetry
on a blue-black night
the campfire glows
& spits whirling sparks
surging
the cinders of rebellion
rise skyward
#micropoetry
February 16, 2025 at 11:55 PM
woodsmoke steeps our clothing
on a blue-black night
the campfire glows
& spits whirling sparks
surging
the cinders of rebellion
rise skyward
#micropoetry
on a blue-black night
the campfire glows
& spits whirling sparks
surging
the cinders of rebellion
rise skyward
#micropoetry
Reposted by Cyborg Meltdown
February 4, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Reposted by Cyborg Meltdown
February 5, 2025 at 11:39 AM
The apex is death,
and I want no final goodbye
I craft the old age I want
To die slowly, routinely,
in little everyday habits and joys
Two old, too old, puttering about,
witnesses to one another
And nothing much else will matter,
as we fade into shadows upon our papered walls
#micropoetry
and I want no final goodbye
I craft the old age I want
To die slowly, routinely,
in little everyday habits and joys
Two old, too old, puttering about,
witnesses to one another
And nothing much else will matter,
as we fade into shadows upon our papered walls
#micropoetry
February 5, 2025 at 12:36 PM
The apex is death,
and I want no final goodbye
I craft the old age I want
To die slowly, routinely,
in little everyday habits and joys
Two old, too old, puttering about,
witnesses to one another
And nothing much else will matter,
as we fade into shadows upon our papered walls
#micropoetry
and I want no final goodbye
I craft the old age I want
To die slowly, routinely,
in little everyday habits and joys
Two old, too old, puttering about,
witnesses to one another
And nothing much else will matter,
as we fade into shadows upon our papered walls
#micropoetry
January 25, 2025 at 12:17 AM
January 25, 2025 at 12:05 AM
what is this?
this is moonlight
& burgeoning river
this is first snow
& bright comet sightings
this is home found
in a hollowed-out tree
#micropoetry
January 21, 2025 at 1:54 AM
what is this?
this is moonlight
& burgeoning river
this is first snow
& bright comet sightings
this is home found
in a hollowed-out tree
#micropoetry
there's no sound
to her voice
no noise
to be heard
but oh how the
spikes
seismograph ^
when she roars
#micropoetry
January 18, 2025 at 12:14 PM
there's no sound
to her voice
no noise
to be heard
but oh how the
spikes
seismograph ^
when she roars
#micropoetry
Reposted by Cyborg Meltdown
January 18, 2025 at 10:09 AM
of the empty magic
at four am
of orbs silently rotating
in the universal sigh
of quieted crickets &
a sleeping moon
of almost imperceptible noises of passing time
the scraping of our faces
screaming and grinding
to the eventual halt
#micropoetry
January 16, 2025 at 9:59 PM
of the empty magic
at four am
of orbs silently rotating
in the universal sigh
of quieted crickets &
a sleeping moon
of almost imperceptible noises of passing time
the scraping of our faces
screaming and grinding
to the eventual halt
#micropoetry
fall way cotton sheets,
time blossoming,
and billowing,
the air we breathe
there are still a few things
I’d like to do
before we put
the wash away
#micropoetry
January 16, 2025 at 9:59 PM
fall way cotton sheets,
time blossoming,
and billowing,
the air we breathe
there are still a few things
I’d like to do
before we put
the wash away
#micropoetry
January 16, 2025 at 12:07 AM