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.
HAIKUWRIMOCOMPLETE 2013February 28th, 2013Dire desperationA feeble whimper for help;roar of these raw times.February 27th, 2013Gluttonous ash cloudsucks the moon's bloodand swallows the night.February 26th, 2013Bark! An explosion!Angry bodies escape thenetwork of lung cells.February 25th, 2013Silently cloning,multiplying, honing in,determined to kill.February 24th, 2013Tea and sympathyreadily availablefor my dear sister.February 23rd, 2013I will hold my breathas the north wind does the samewaiting for your love.February 22nd, 2013He hovers behind;Hamletian apparition.Always following.February 21st, 2013A long slow curve,your smile upon my shoulder,a scar of your touch.February 20th, 2013Dandelion seed,Where do you go while I sleep?To whom do you run?February 19th, 2013Whorls from fingersImprinted in the treesCount their rings too.February 18th, 2013Orchid explodes.Sudden
singing with the windwindy afternoonsupple cattails bend and swayhis world is motion
available nowlove is like a bruiselurking just beneath your skinbegging to be born
Metaphorically SpeakingPeople are like books;full of stories and easilybroken at the spine.
Advice from Master ShaoAs the Spinda movesSo the grass on the hill flowsA beautiful danceAs the Swablu singsSo does the wind in the treesA beautiful songAs the LunatoneRises in the evening skyThe moon does alsoBreath as the breeze doesAllow the wind to carryYour spirit awayThe world always movesRegardless of what you doYou must also moveSing like the SwabluRise just as the LunatoneDance like the SpindaStop to enjoy lifeOr it will move without youAnd you will be lost
(and the dark stopped being scary)once I fell asleepbeside you, I no longerhad need for nightlights.
I missed yesterdayI missed yesterdaymy habits need to be tweakedwriting more haikus.