I can't write my feelings downI can't write my feelingsdown in a journal.They need to be typedquicklyonto a pagebefore I lose them.With pen and papermy words become vomitI swallow them back down.Suppress.Repress.Digest.
The Haiku SongCould you imaginea song written from haikus?Possible to do.Count on your fingerswhatever you have to dojust get the sound out.Weird at first, then clearlisten to the words you hearbeat beat beat beating.Beat beat beat beating.Listen to the rhythm and rhyme,words can step in time.It’s not as awkwardmake it what you want to beit’ll fit, you’ll see.Comes to an end,your song made up of haikusmake syllables count.These are my lyricsdid you know they’re all haikus?Possible to do.
Valentine's DayThis Valentine's Dayenjoy this little haikuand practice snogging.
MeaninglessnessUpon scratched paperall these words will signifytheir meaninglessness.
Misadventure ManMisadventure Manbeware of the fatal leapcomedic tripping.
Small talkSmall talk on the trainmy social anxietiesthe weather is nice?
They say don't worryThey say don't worrythey say you'll be fine one dayset watch to one day.
So many pope jokesSo many pope jokesfunny because he resignedget ready for lent.
Nifty internetNifty internetcounting all my syllableschecking my haiku.
doing it againdo you rememberwhen summer would never endwinter does that too
LaterThe things on my mindCan wait for another meFor me just checked out
on winter sunsetsdying and beautyare not incompatiblethis world fades away
poems about nothingno nothing at allnebulous words without rhymesvague expanse of timewith cloudy intimationsfading dreams half remembered
prognosticationlife unexpectedbut not unpredictablewarnings unheeded
transient beautya perfect momentlost in the passing of timeonly light remains
I missed yesterdayI missed yesterdaymy habits need to be tweakedwriting more haikus.