Seven-minute micro poetry (#7MMP) is a writing exercise aimed at getting the creative engine started. An AI-generated image serves as a jumping-off point for writing. You have seven minutes from the moment your pen touches paper.
Pick at an unhealing scab. Forget why I’m even mad. It’s just me and the fear. I’m a black sheep.
Every passing year, a dragon’s breath smothering the anguished tundra. I wish I took better care of this once pristine body.
Self-love can manifest as
Breath upona hessonite soulbirthsc o n d e n s a t i o nEach dropleta candied memorydelicious
He burnt the moon trying to catch the sunLuna’s zenith; aflame—no higherAn epilogue written in the sky by stars readHere lies the man who tried to catch fireHe tarnished silver while searching for goldAnd all he holds are the remnants of a sold out soul
I dreamt of loved ones long since passedAnd conversations I hoped to haveFor time became irrelevantThese emotions surpassedInnocuous whisperingsOf what I once had
Outblowing lexicon, a phenomenal connect-athlonFighting for facetime, speaking through screensPixelated smiles in low-rise jeans Self-Isolation—the new meditation, egoless online ID and high-rise screamsA concrete jungle; we’re monkeys with machines
Saturated hippocampusFail-states rampantMemory banksBursting at the seamsOverclockedSynthwaveSet to sine Acute trauma built-inGuilty conscienceRevelingHigh crimesOrganisedHe’s evil’sSynonym RelivedA high-defTwisted grinObtuseThe priceOf livingSin
All of the universe All of the stars Contained in a cup Ever expanding psalms