Colin Miller
@norik.bsky.social
I write bad poetry and think about dumb shit too much.
October 30, 2025 at 5:20 AM
October 27, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Soda
Is good for you.
The sugar keeps
All
The unwanted parties away.
The carbonation will raise
You
To greatness.
Those who drink soda understand.
Water is the real enemy.
It can be mixed into anything,
Hiding
In every beverage.
Plotting.
They
Will take your soda
And water it down.
-BigSoda
#poetry
Is good for you.
The sugar keeps
All
The unwanted parties away.
The carbonation will raise
You
To greatness.
Those who drink soda understand.
Water is the real enemy.
It can be mixed into anything,
Hiding
In every beverage.
Plotting.
They
Will take your soda
And water it down.
-BigSoda
#poetry
October 3, 2025 at 2:57 PM
Soda
Is good for you.
The sugar keeps
All
The unwanted parties away.
The carbonation will raise
You
To greatness.
Those who drink soda understand.
Water is the real enemy.
It can be mixed into anything,
Hiding
In every beverage.
Plotting.
They
Will take your soda
And water it down.
-BigSoda
#poetry
Is good for you.
The sugar keeps
All
The unwanted parties away.
The carbonation will raise
You
To greatness.
Those who drink soda understand.
Water is the real enemy.
It can be mixed into anything,
Hiding
In every beverage.
Plotting.
They
Will take your soda
And water it down.
-BigSoda
#poetry
September 18, 2025 at 5:52 AM
September 16, 2025 at 8:54 PM
@fpcstudio.bsky.social
A promising game.
Blue zones look really awesome.
I want to test too.
#poetry #games
A promising game.
Blue zones look really awesome.
I want to test too.
#poetry #games
September 15, 2025 at 12:32 AM
@fpcstudio.bsky.social
A promising game.
Blue zones look really awesome.
I want to test too.
#poetry #games
A promising game.
Blue zones look really awesome.
I want to test too.
#poetry #games
In My Place
A skip across from home I am in a new land.
With people who love me in spite of myself.
I follow along behind watching them laugh and joke and being human in all the ways I love to see.
They keep the space open for me so I can keep the door open, and in this place am I free.
#poetry
A skip across from home I am in a new land.
With people who love me in spite of myself.
I follow along behind watching them laugh and joke and being human in all the ways I love to see.
They keep the space open for me so I can keep the door open, and in this place am I free.
#poetry
August 30, 2025 at 6:33 PM
In My Place
A skip across from home I am in a new land.
With people who love me in spite of myself.
I follow along behind watching them laugh and joke and being human in all the ways I love to see.
They keep the space open for me so I can keep the door open, and in this place am I free.
#poetry
A skip across from home I am in a new land.
With people who love me in spite of myself.
I follow along behind watching them laugh and joke and being human in all the ways I love to see.
They keep the space open for me so I can keep the door open, and in this place am I free.
#poetry
August 11, 2025 at 10:58 PM
April 3, 2025 at 7:57 PM
December 6, 2024 at 1:37 AM
There are thorns growing into my skin
Pale yellow and brittle thin.
It curled up my feet in prickly pace
Thorny barbs scaling the mountain of me.
Light pricks into stabbing pains
Mars my skin to bloody surface.
I stand here rooted in my place
By these terrible earthly chains.
#poetry
Pale yellow and brittle thin.
It curled up my feet in prickly pace
Thorny barbs scaling the mountain of me.
Light pricks into stabbing pains
Mars my skin to bloody surface.
I stand here rooted in my place
By these terrible earthly chains.
#poetry
December 3, 2024 at 1:07 AM
There are thorns growing into my skin
Pale yellow and brittle thin.
It curled up my feet in prickly pace
Thorny barbs scaling the mountain of me.
Light pricks into stabbing pains
Mars my skin to bloody surface.
I stand here rooted in my place
By these terrible earthly chains.
#poetry
Pale yellow and brittle thin.
It curled up my feet in prickly pace
Thorny barbs scaling the mountain of me.
Light pricks into stabbing pains
Mars my skin to bloody surface.
I stand here rooted in my place
By these terrible earthly chains.
#poetry
Freedom dies in sacrifice to the very top.
We fight under banners of those we didn't elect.
The only choice being which gives us the best feeling.
Hatred?
Fear?
Normality?
When the sacrifice we always needed was to each other.
Until we fight for fellow man this madness will not stop.
#poetry
We fight under banners of those we didn't elect.
The only choice being which gives us the best feeling.
Hatred?
Fear?
Normality?
When the sacrifice we always needed was to each other.
Until we fight for fellow man this madness will not stop.
#poetry
November 6, 2024 at 8:39 PM
Freedom dies in sacrifice to the very top.
We fight under banners of those we didn't elect.
The only choice being which gives us the best feeling.
Hatred?
Fear?
Normality?
When the sacrifice we always needed was to each other.
Until we fight for fellow man this madness will not stop.
#poetry
We fight under banners of those we didn't elect.
The only choice being which gives us the best feeling.
Hatred?
Fear?
Normality?
When the sacrifice we always needed was to each other.
Until we fight for fellow man this madness will not stop.
#poetry
Shame is a cold damp blanket.
The weight and discomfort.
The feeling of wrongness.
Dragging on the ground collecting muck.
Never feeling so unclean.
I can never seem to take it off. It wakes with me and sleeps with me. My willing and clingy partner.
Never have I felt so alone.
#poetry
The weight and discomfort.
The feeling of wrongness.
Dragging on the ground collecting muck.
Never feeling so unclean.
I can never seem to take it off. It wakes with me and sleeps with me. My willing and clingy partner.
Never have I felt so alone.
#poetry
September 6, 2024 at 8:50 PM
Shame is a cold damp blanket.
The weight and discomfort.
The feeling of wrongness.
Dragging on the ground collecting muck.
Never feeling so unclean.
I can never seem to take it off. It wakes with me and sleeps with me. My willing and clingy partner.
Never have I felt so alone.
#poetry
The weight and discomfort.
The feeling of wrongness.
Dragging on the ground collecting muck.
Never feeling so unclean.
I can never seem to take it off. It wakes with me and sleeps with me. My willing and clingy partner.
Never have I felt so alone.
#poetry
What can my grief amount to?
This crushing sensation.
This gaping hole.
This ever-imminent disaster.
An infinitesimal shard in comparison to everything.
Drifting in the ocean of perspective that is only me.
#poetry
This crushing sensation.
This gaping hole.
This ever-imminent disaster.
An infinitesimal shard in comparison to everything.
Drifting in the ocean of perspective that is only me.
#poetry
August 1, 2024 at 3:46 AM
What can my grief amount to?
This crushing sensation.
This gaping hole.
This ever-imminent disaster.
An infinitesimal shard in comparison to everything.
Drifting in the ocean of perspective that is only me.
#poetry
This crushing sensation.
This gaping hole.
This ever-imminent disaster.
An infinitesimal shard in comparison to everything.
Drifting in the ocean of perspective that is only me.
#poetry
Dogs are a gift from Above.
Such boundless enthusiasm,
Overflowing affection,
Unshakable loyalty.
Traits I can only hope to aspire to.
The deep, and terrible pain that I feel from losing them.
Is an echo of all the love in my heart.
They are my Stars above my empty nights.
#poetry
Such boundless enthusiasm,
Overflowing affection,
Unshakable loyalty.
Traits I can only hope to aspire to.
The deep, and terrible pain that I feel from losing them.
Is an echo of all the love in my heart.
They are my Stars above my empty nights.
#poetry
July 23, 2024 at 2:27 AM
Dogs are a gift from Above.
Such boundless enthusiasm,
Overflowing affection,
Unshakable loyalty.
Traits I can only hope to aspire to.
The deep, and terrible pain that I feel from losing them.
Is an echo of all the love in my heart.
They are my Stars above my empty nights.
#poetry
Such boundless enthusiasm,
Overflowing affection,
Unshakable loyalty.
Traits I can only hope to aspire to.
The deep, and terrible pain that I feel from losing them.
Is an echo of all the love in my heart.
They are my Stars above my empty nights.
#poetry
This lonely heart aches
A way to feel something different
From what is so prescient
And gnawing.
It wanders from place to place
Hoping to find something new
In the world so frustrated
Shut tight like a seal
Fit for jarring.
#poetry
A way to feel something different
From what is so prescient
And gnawing.
It wanders from place to place
Hoping to find something new
In the world so frustrated
Shut tight like a seal
Fit for jarring.
#poetry
July 18, 2024 at 7:03 AM
This lonely heart aches
A way to feel something different
From what is so prescient
And gnawing.
It wanders from place to place
Hoping to find something new
In the world so frustrated
Shut tight like a seal
Fit for jarring.
#poetry
A way to feel something different
From what is so prescient
And gnawing.
It wanders from place to place
Hoping to find something new
In the world so frustrated
Shut tight like a seal
Fit for jarring.
#poetry
Boom.
The inadequacy of my trauma.
Smoke is in the air and I stare at the dying sun.
How something so large can seem so incomparable to the small.
Not even sure how independent I am.
Even after all this time.
I just take the burning in my chest,
And try to make the fire work.
#poetry
The inadequacy of my trauma.
Smoke is in the air and I stare at the dying sun.
How something so large can seem so incomparable to the small.
Not even sure how independent I am.
Even after all this time.
I just take the burning in my chest,
And try to make the fire work.
#poetry
July 5, 2024 at 4:26 AM
Boom.
The inadequacy of my trauma.
Smoke is in the air and I stare at the dying sun.
How something so large can seem so incomparable to the small.
Not even sure how independent I am.
Even after all this time.
I just take the burning in my chest,
And try to make the fire work.
#poetry
The inadequacy of my trauma.
Smoke is in the air and I stare at the dying sun.
How something so large can seem so incomparable to the small.
Not even sure how independent I am.
Even after all this time.
I just take the burning in my chest,
And try to make the fire work.
#poetry
I wish I wasn't so good at hiding from Joy.
She is always around, happy and content. It scares me.
The light and warmth only makes me feel colder and more alone.
I bolster myself with drinks and sweets.
Hoping I am confident enough to say hello.
But it is such a brief meeting.
Wasted.
#poetry
She is always around, happy and content. It scares me.
The light and warmth only makes me feel colder and more alone.
I bolster myself with drinks and sweets.
Hoping I am confident enough to say hello.
But it is such a brief meeting.
Wasted.
#poetry
June 22, 2024 at 5:36 PM
I wish I wasn't so good at hiding from Joy.
She is always around, happy and content. It scares me.
The light and warmth only makes me feel colder and more alone.
I bolster myself with drinks and sweets.
Hoping I am confident enough to say hello.
But it is such a brief meeting.
Wasted.
#poetry
She is always around, happy and content. It scares me.
The light and warmth only makes me feel colder and more alone.
I bolster myself with drinks and sweets.
Hoping I am confident enough to say hello.
But it is such a brief meeting.
Wasted.
#poetry