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An OPEM is a short poetic form—usually three or four lines—designed to land quickly and linger unexpectedly. Think haiku-adjacent, but looser, funnier, and more interested in side-eye than serenity. OPEMS hinge on wordplay, irony, or a small turn that reframes the ordinary. They’re meant to be read fast, felt sideways, and returned to later. No two OPEMS behave exactly the same way—and that’s part of the point.

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cultivate language with the unseen world and you'll always have someone to talk to

what is wealth but the power to make good in the world

pay attention to your goosebumps

you must love what is folded

and all this time i thought it was me waiting for you

after enlightenment you walk around like a scratch-n-sniff toy

because who else could carry this message but you

are you paying attention or is it being stolen

the body i desire most is a body of work

leave hints for a person that way they'll be found

i walked through a ring of fire and there was soft serve at the finish line

is this an emergency or a crisis?

i live inside a world of referential data points

i reach for things that are not there then catch them

every man should have a sewing kit

maybe what you woke folk really need is a nap

i was gone before i ever came back

i wish to be the myth that dissapears

the art i choose to make is the person i choose to be

remember when we signed our name like it meant something

your arms are like the tension of a bow before it lets

that you could hold this long enough until it felt like being held

at the end of the day you are who you've always known yourself to be

eaves dropping it's how the moon spies on us

why not drop these poems from the sky ah yes, that would be littering

sometimes the square peg will fit it just needs patience to round

read me a poem said the ripple to the stone loud enough to hear as you send me away

tell me thing you fear the most and together we'll scare it away

cultivate language
with the unseen world
and you'll always have
someone to talk to

what is wealth
but the power
to make good
in the world

pay attention
to your
goosebumps

you must love
what is folded

and all this time
i thought it was me
waiting for you

after enlightenment
you walk around
like a scratch-n-sniff toy

because who else
could carry
this message
but you

are you paying
attention
or is it being
stolen

the body
i desire most
is a body
of work

leave hints
for a person
that way
they'll be found

i walked through
a ring of fire
and there was
soft serve
at the finish line

is this
an emergency
or a crisis?

i live
inside a world
of referential
data points

i reach for things
that are not there
then catch them

every man
should have
a sewing kit

maybe
what you woke folk
really need
is a nap

i was gone
before i ever
came back

i wish
to be
the myth
that dissapears

the art
i choose to make
is the person
i choose
to be

remember when
we signed our name
like it meant something

your arms
are like the tension
of a bow
before it lets

that you could
hold this
long enough
until it felt like
being held

at the end of the day
you are
who you've always
known yourself
to be

eaves dropping
it's how the moon
spies on us

why not
drop these poems
from the sky
ah yes,
that would be
littering

sometimes
the square peg
will fit
it just needs
patience
to round

read me a poem
said the ripple
to the stone
loud enough to hear
as you send me away

tell me thing
you fear the most
and together
we'll scare it away