Tag: Micro Poetry

• Morning Egg

  It’s still early enough And I need to get the juices flowing My fingers and hands stay remarkable still, though I’m an anxious mess each morning The execution is so key to the end result The first, loud click is heard throughout my apartment. Then the next Before I know it, I’m looking at a […]

  G. Pearson

  April 14, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Writing

  anonymous, blocked, burner, comedy, daily writing, fake account, funny, hidden account, Instagram, Micro Poetry, micro writing, morning routine, shitpost, trolling, Twitter, unpopular opinion, Writing

• Unloving Love

  

  Today, I’m at the freehand on Ohio (19 E), feeling fortunate that I can leave then to somewhere to sleep the same night then to my need to rush the gauntlet where people (are meant to) battle to meet (but ultimately fall short of) my lofty expectations then to: negative ruminations behind and a mind […]

  G. Pearson

  April 7, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Poetry, Writing

  aging, art, breakup, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, drinking, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, freehand, gpoy, hostel, hotel, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, runaway, short story, social distance, Writing

• No Title 001

  Some times you escape me elude me ‘Til you’re far gone

  G. Pearson

  March 26, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

  memories, memory, memory loss, Micro Poetry, mini, nostalgia, past vs present

• The Truth of The Spare Tire

  What do I have a spare tire for? I don’t even know how to drive. I told my friend I didn’t have friends and he agreed. I wanted to meet new people, but then I couldn’t find any good reason I’d leave my place to meet people.

  G. Pearson

  February 28, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

  creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, depression, drinking, emotional, free form poetry, gpoy, Hiatus, life of a writer, loneliness, memories, Micro Poetry, mood, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, self-help, short story, social distance, tumblr, Writing

• Mochi-chan

  Chew on your foot Sleep on your pillow Walk with your step Paws on your chin So you’ll drop your attention down to me You have me now When at one time Watashi wa inu o mochimasen deshita

  G. Pearson

  December 29, 2020

  Writing

  Daily Poetry, dogs, Japanese, Micro Poetry, mochi, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, puppy love

• So Normally

  Now I am supposed to grip your hand back Otherwise you’ll try checking my pulse Be alive. Stay present. I was supposed to lean against you but splashed Slurpee in your frozen lap and now you’re bluish How long was I squeezing your hand? Like a doula, you let me realize when the nerves were […]

  G. Pearson

  July 16, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

  anxiety, awkward, covid, covid 19, Daily Poetry, dating, depression, first date, free form poetry, loneliness, love letter, Micro Poetry, movie theater, movies, Poetry, romance, romance poetry, slurpee, social distance, stress, Writing

• Futility

  resistance is futile.thinking of us dailyprepared you for mesince before you’d heardof resistance.and still you have wanted it.

  G. Pearson

  July 10, 2020

  Poetry, Writing

  Celibacy, Daily Poetry, desire, earthly pleasures, erotica, free form poetry, love, love letter, Micro Poetry, Poetry, romance, secret love, sex, temptation, Writing

• Out of Me

  Out of the tumbling of earth,The fallHas become meAnd swallowed what was once stumble. Loam

  G. Pearson

  June 22, 2020

  Poetry

  bravery, catharsis, emotional, gardening, geology, growth, jungle, life and death, loam, Micro Poetry, nature, nature poetry, Poetry, self-care, trauma

• Utopia Was Real

  

  Utopia was realAt one timeIt was not newWas not unlikely Was deservedAt one time Till then, againEndure this hell

  G. Pearson

  June 14, 2020

  Poetry, Uncategorized

  cause and effect, Christian writing, Christianity, earthly pleasures, eden, escapism, hell, life lessons, Micro Poetry, nostalgia, pandemic, Poetry, secret love, social distance, temptation, utopia, Writing

• Fall Is…

  Fall is a lanky hipster. A lanky hipster with a Brooks seat on his bike and a fedora on his head. A fedora on his head and an infinity scarf draped over a perfectly creased American Apparel collared shirt. An American Apparel collared shirt not currently found on Amazon. An original. Cared for and with […]

  G. Pearson

  May 15, 2020

  Uncategorized

  American apparel, autumn, cycling, Daily Poetry, fall, free form poetry, metaphor, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, social distance