Nick, of time.
@nickmich.bsky.social
Step by step
we walk
the forced path,
forbidden
to resist
by brown-clad miniature
despots, emboldened
by masks,
and gas, and guns.
Brick by brick
they wall
us in, expecting
all to submit
to norms
they violate daily,
hourly, minute
by minute.
How long
before
it all comes down?
#poetry
we walk
the forced path,
forbidden
to resist
by brown-clad miniature
despots, emboldened
by masks,
and gas, and guns.
Brick by brick
they wall
us in, expecting
all to submit
to norms
they violate daily,
hourly, minute
by minute.
How long
before
it all comes down?
#poetry
January 19, 2026 at 9:25 PM
Step by step
we walk
the forced path,
forbidden
to resist
by brown-clad miniature
despots, emboldened
by masks,
and gas, and guns.
Brick by brick
they wall
us in, expecting
all to submit
to norms
they violate daily,
hourly, minute
by minute.
How long
before
it all comes down?
#poetry
we walk
the forced path,
forbidden
to resist
by brown-clad miniature
despots, emboldened
by masks,
and gas, and guns.
Brick by brick
they wall
us in, expecting
all to submit
to norms
they violate daily,
hourly, minute
by minute.
How long
before
it all comes down?
#poetry
When you see what they say
to gaslight you,
to seed doubt,
to make you believe,
you
are the problem,
it can hurt.
When you feel that pain,
don't
just embrace it
as the cost of who you are.
Reject it and stand
tall
in your truth. Remember
who you are.
#poetry
to gaslight you,
to seed doubt,
to make you believe,
you
are the problem,
it can hurt.
When you feel that pain,
don't
just embrace it
as the cost of who you are.
Reject it and stand
tall
in your truth. Remember
who you are.
#poetry
January 14, 2026 at 12:06 AM
When you see what they say
to gaslight you,
to seed doubt,
to make you believe,
you
are the problem,
it can hurt.
When you feel that pain,
don't
just embrace it
as the cost of who you are.
Reject it and stand
tall
in your truth. Remember
who you are.
#poetry
to gaslight you,
to seed doubt,
to make you believe,
you
are the problem,
it can hurt.
When you feel that pain,
don't
just embrace it
as the cost of who you are.
Reject it and stand
tall
in your truth. Remember
who you are.
#poetry
The anger is killing
me,
slowly,
by degrees.
I feel my heart ache;
nails draw blood
in fists
clenched.
There's an animal
deep
in the recesses
trying
to scratch and claw
it's way out.
How long can I
use
my cowardice
to hold me
back?
#NoKings #ReneeGood #SayHerName #Poetry #Despair
me,
slowly,
by degrees.
I feel my heart ache;
nails draw blood
in fists
clenched.
There's an animal
deep
in the recesses
trying
to scratch and claw
it's way out.
How long can I
use
my cowardice
to hold me
back?
#NoKings #ReneeGood #SayHerName #Poetry #Despair
January 10, 2026 at 8:41 AM
The anger is killing
me,
slowly,
by degrees.
I feel my heart ache;
nails draw blood
in fists
clenched.
There's an animal
deep
in the recesses
trying
to scratch and claw
it's way out.
How long can I
use
my cowardice
to hold me
back?
#NoKings #ReneeGood #SayHerName #Poetry #Despair
me,
slowly,
by degrees.
I feel my heart ache;
nails draw blood
in fists
clenched.
There's an animal
deep
in the recesses
trying
to scratch and claw
it's way out.
How long can I
use
my cowardice
to hold me
back?
#NoKings #ReneeGood #SayHerName #Poetry #Despair
I was walking through my religious big box retailer (because costco and ikea will not set up shop here).
Thought I saw a copy of "And Tango Makes Three," which would have been amazing to sneak past their censors.
Nope, was a religious look-alike that enforces traditional norms.
🙄
Thought I saw a copy of "And Tango Makes Three," which would have been amazing to sneak past their censors.
Nope, was a religious look-alike that enforces traditional norms.
🙄
January 6, 2026 at 2:33 AM
I was walking through my religious big box retailer (because costco and ikea will not set up shop here).
Thought I saw a copy of "And Tango Makes Three," which would have been amazing to sneak past their censors.
Nope, was a religious look-alike that enforces traditional norms.
🙄
Thought I saw a copy of "And Tango Makes Three," which would have been amazing to sneak past their censors.
Nope, was a religious look-alike that enforces traditional norms.
🙄
I could have walked
into the sea,
even jumped, but
I didn't.
Instead, I got on
a plane
and went back
to work.
It's no wonder
we are
enslaved.
#NoKings #FreeVenezuala #ImpeachTrump
into the sea,
even jumped, but
I didn't.
Instead, I got on
a plane
and went back
to work.
It's no wonder
we are
enslaved.
#NoKings #FreeVenezuala #ImpeachTrump
January 4, 2026 at 9:28 PM
I could have walked
into the sea,
even jumped, but
I didn't.
Instead, I got on
a plane
and went back
to work.
It's no wonder
we are
enslaved.
#NoKings #FreeVenezuala #ImpeachTrump
into the sea,
even jumped, but
I didn't.
Instead, I got on
a plane
and went back
to work.
It's no wonder
we are
enslaved.
#NoKings #FreeVenezuala #ImpeachTrump
I drank
two
vodka martinis with olives
(pit included)
and ate roast beast
with pudding
on my Father's birthday that
he
paid for.
Why do I feel so
guilty
at my tipple?
And why
are Canadian meals
so
expensive?
#poetry
two
vodka martinis with olives
(pit included)
and ate roast beast
with pudding
on my Father's birthday that
he
paid for.
Why do I feel so
guilty
at my tipple?
And why
are Canadian meals
so
expensive?
#poetry
December 29, 2025 at 1:52 AM
I drank
two
vodka martinis with olives
(pit included)
and ate roast beast
with pudding
on my Father's birthday that
he
paid for.
Why do I feel so
guilty
at my tipple?
And why
are Canadian meals
so
expensive?
#poetry
two
vodka martinis with olives
(pit included)
and ate roast beast
with pudding
on my Father's birthday that
he
paid for.
Why do I feel so
guilty
at my tipple?
And why
are Canadian meals
so
expensive?
#poetry
Trying so hard
to kick
all these memories,
smells,
tastes of you
Away, so very
far away.
How did you manage
to invade
every inch of my mind?
I make a roux,
you're there. I watch
a show
and you're at my ear,
with laughing
whispers.
If you would just leave
like you did,
from
me.
#poetry
to kick
all these memories,
smells,
tastes of you
Away, so very
far away.
How did you manage
to invade
every inch of my mind?
I make a roux,
you're there. I watch
a show
and you're at my ear,
with laughing
whispers.
If you would just leave
like you did,
from
me.
#poetry
December 28, 2025 at 5:56 AM
Trying so hard
to kick
all these memories,
smells,
tastes of you
Away, so very
far away.
How did you manage
to invade
every inch of my mind?
I make a roux,
you're there. I watch
a show
and you're at my ear,
with laughing
whispers.
If you would just leave
like you did,
from
me.
#poetry
to kick
all these memories,
smells,
tastes of you
Away, so very
far away.
How did you manage
to invade
every inch of my mind?
I make a roux,
you're there. I watch
a show
and you're at my ear,
with laughing
whispers.
If you would just leave
like you did,
from
me.
#poetry
I miss you
you
who could see
and make merry
my heart
Goddesses
remember me on this
day
for I miss you
#poetry #restinpeace #merryyule
you
who could see
and make merry
my heart
Goddesses
remember me on this
day
for I miss you
#poetry #restinpeace #merryyule
December 25, 2025 at 8:26 PM
I miss you
you
who could see
and make merry
my heart
Goddesses
remember me on this
day
for I miss you
#poetry #restinpeace #merryyule
you
who could see
and make merry
my heart
Goddesses
remember me on this
day
for I miss you
#poetry #restinpeace #merryyule
Passing
Two Hundred Twentieth Street,
hills and highways,
billion dollar light rails,
infinite grey skies.
There's a hunger
inside of me
for the evergreens
tall on either side.
I wonder
if I can stand
The Consequences
of my choices
when
Homeland calls.
#poetry #WA #depression
Two Hundred Twentieth Street,
hills and highways,
billion dollar light rails,
infinite grey skies.
There's a hunger
inside of me
for the evergreens
tall on either side.
I wonder
if I can stand
The Consequences
of my choices
when
Homeland calls.
#poetry #WA #depression
December 21, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Passing
Two Hundred Twentieth Street,
hills and highways,
billion dollar light rails,
infinite grey skies.
There's a hunger
inside of me
for the evergreens
tall on either side.
I wonder
if I can stand
The Consequences
of my choices
when
Homeland calls.
#poetry #WA #depression
Two Hundred Twentieth Street,
hills and highways,
billion dollar light rails,
infinite grey skies.
There's a hunger
inside of me
for the evergreens
tall on either side.
I wonder
if I can stand
The Consequences
of my choices
when
Homeland calls.
#poetry #WA #depression
Waiting is always
the hardest part,
it's true,
whether you're in the waiting
room of a hospital or
the docket, in chains.
I have a pessimist's mind
tamping a bright,
often maligned
heart
of an optimist.
1/2
#poetry #depression
the hardest part,
it's true,
whether you're in the waiting
room of a hospital or
the docket, in chains.
I have a pessimist's mind
tamping a bright,
often maligned
heart
of an optimist.
1/2
#poetry #depression
December 19, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Waiting is always
the hardest part,
it's true,
whether you're in the waiting
room of a hospital or
the docket, in chains.
I have a pessimist's mind
tamping a bright,
often maligned
heart
of an optimist.
1/2
#poetry #depression
the hardest part,
it's true,
whether you're in the waiting
room of a hospital or
the docket, in chains.
I have a pessimist's mind
tamping a bright,
often maligned
heart
of an optimist.
1/2
#poetry #depression
During these waning
days and long
nights, I think of you,
dear(s):
the ones
who left, the ones
who stayed,
whose spirits will
not leave me
be
in the rare hours.
Do you,
any of you,
think of my face,
of me,
the way I mourn
my wretched
weaknesses
that tore you
away?
#poetry #loveslost
days and long
nights, I think of you,
dear(s):
the ones
who left, the ones
who stayed,
whose spirits will
not leave me
be
in the rare hours.
Do you,
any of you,
think of my face,
of me,
the way I mourn
my wretched
weaknesses
that tore you
away?
#poetry #loveslost
December 15, 2025 at 10:03 PM
During these waning
days and long
nights, I think of you,
dear(s):
the ones
who left, the ones
who stayed,
whose spirits will
not leave me
be
in the rare hours.
Do you,
any of you,
think of my face,
of me,
the way I mourn
my wretched
weaknesses
that tore you
away?
#poetry #loveslost
days and long
nights, I think of you,
dear(s):
the ones
who left, the ones
who stayed,
whose spirits will
not leave me
be
in the rare hours.
Do you,
any of you,
think of my face,
of me,
the way I mourn
my wretched
weaknesses
that tore you
away?
#poetry #loveslost
Struggle.
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Struggle.
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
Get up, move.
You see what
you're (not) doing
right?
The mountain of tasks
waiting,
growing moss and mushrooms,
rancid with decay,
the only life, scavengers.
Stop being
the sediment,
flow like lava, like
a flash flood,
like the crashing waves of tide.
Wear away your weakness.
Be.
#poetry
The tragedy of cinematic dreams is manifold:
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
November 21, 2025 at 1:12 PM
The tragedy of cinematic dreams is manifold:
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
1.) They slip away so quickly
2.) No one else can relate to their impact on you as an individual
3.) You're never certain if you're creative or just slipping into madness.
4.) Sometimes, they're better than reality... even the nightmares.
We also need the full, unredacted Epstein files. Corruption should not be allowed to be hidden by the powerful for their own protection.
Texas Gov. Greg Abbott fought for months to keep secret emails between his office and Elon Musk. Now, hundreds of pages have been released.
Gov. Abbott released 1,400 pages of emails about Elon Musk. Most are blacked out.
Abbott fought for months to keep secret emails between his office and Elon Musk. Now, hundreds of pages have been released.
n.pr
November 20, 2025 at 2:42 PM
We also need the full, unredacted Epstein files. Corruption should not be allowed to be hidden by the powerful for their own protection.
Places
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
November 20, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Places
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
can be full.
When
the grip
a place has
on your heart
becomes
too much
to bear.
Perhaps,
then, it is
time,
for your health,
for you,
to
leave.
#poetry #memories #depression
We look in the mirror
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
November 20, 2025 at 3:12 AM
We look in the mirror
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
and ask it
"Will I ever be
good enough? Will I
make them all
proud?
Happy?
Love me?"
But
the sad fact is
the mirror
only answers with you.
#poetry #depression
Humming,
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
November 14, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Humming,
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you, dearest
to my heart.
I hear you in the songs,
in the water
coursing down
my head, breathless
I hear you.
1/2
#poetry #heartbreak
Reposted by Nick, of time.
I paid the stupid tax today and bought a single line of Mega Millions.
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
November 10, 2025 at 3:28 AM
I paid the stupid tax today and bought a single line of Mega Millions.
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
I won't win. But for a day and a night, I can dream.
#EatTheRich
I need to get up and cook dinner. But bed so comfy. And kitchen so far.
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
November 10, 2025 at 1:08 AM
I need to get up and cook dinner. But bed so comfy. And kitchen so far.
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THOUGHT IN THE MILLIONS OF HOMES AFFECTED BY THE SNAP DEBACLE.
If you were not listening, the current administration is trying to starve the needy as political leverage
#NoKings
I love
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
November 8, 2025 at 11:14 PM
I love
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
looking at cathedrals,
feeling
their weight in time.
The only thing
I never
feel
is religious.
Spiritual,
perhaps, but not
dogmatic.
Sometimes I hate how melodramatic my poetry is of late. Is this the extent of my skill as a writer?
November 5, 2025 at 3:53 PM
Sometimes I hate how melodramatic my poetry is of late. Is this the extent of my skill as a writer?
It's funny to look back
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
November 5, 2025 at 2:26 PM
It's funny to look back
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry
even
as I cry every time
the memories
sneak up on me.
How did I miss
them,
the signs?
Was I just
so
damn
desperate
for touch, for a partner,
for love
that I ignored all
the crimson in your banners?
I did,
didn't I?
But,
I should have
known better, I suppose.
#poetry