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.
10/14/14As Autumn leaves lapse Likewise I, shall thus embrace Death - my doting friend
Giftblown-glass paperweighta planet held in my palmmy own little world
*Rain*Rain and wind conspiredAutumn showed a spiteful faceSoaked and blown alongUmbrella inside outWeary, sorry for myself.Delice194119.10.14
take a stepevery dayis a new dayto beevery dreamis a new dreamto dreamevery thoughtis a new thoughtto thinkevery wayis a new wayto learntake a stepit's anothernew day[a spark fromcoraajna ]
The Train is ComingDown at the station,Waiting for the final train.People come and go,Their baggage on the platformSome prefer to travel light.[a spark from coraajna ]
behind a thin veildevils and angelswatching the ways of the worldpowerful beingsconstrained by expectationsand by their innate natureshow they must wonderat man's mutabilitysuch wild strange creaturestangled in passion and timewhatever was god thinkingthis tired world goes onwith guidance or without itdevils and angelsfinding it more difficultto even pretend to care
Calico, North of the OceanStorm bringer:let the rain fall downa twilight tumble
Thought Experiment*Old Mule's downhearted,Time is eroding his life.Beaches are shrinking,Each returning tide higherAnd always more rain falling.*(just playingwith emotionsnot sad)
nocturnalcats and mulesall squared awayrelaxlate at nightshould be in bedreclineaches and painsmust have their sayinsistthink and planfor the next daylaterone more rhymeand chill musiccreatesleep will comeat her own paceenjoyone more nightcarry me throughalive
I missed yesterdayI missed yesterdaymy habits need to be tweakedwriting more haikus.