This is a collection of 14 haiku that I posted earlier this year.
I hate that you know
what I need to hear because
it makes me need you.
what I need to hear because
it makes me need you.
a red capped boy, lost
on a bare gear-driven street,
looks up to the sky
on a bare gear-driven street,
looks up to the sky
I still expect to
See you getting off the bus
Even though you're gone
See you getting off the bus
Even though you're gone
Demons in my head
Screaming at me silently
Making me explode
Screaming at me silently
Making me explode
Written in response to
subluxate's prompt 'Cats and sunshine' for today's 'Poem For Your Thoughts?' Day #3.
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sun purrs on his fur
catches on idle dust motes -
buddha cat transcends
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sun purrs on his fur
catches on idle dust motes -
buddha cat transcends
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported License.
intrepid atoms
longing for covalent bonds
molecular bliss
longing for covalent bonds
molecular bliss
Bright sunlight glowing
jewels of morning dew shine
foal's first steps on earth
jewels of morning dew shine
foal's first steps on earth
Whiskers twitch in sleep
A golden paw stretches out
Batting at dream-birds
Gold eyes - unblinking
Silent, as secrets are poured
Into furry ears
Nestled at my side
Paws tucked and head bent in sleep
Her purrs still rumble
Paws on the laptop
Meowing face blocks the screen
It is time for Can.
A golden paw stretches out
Batting at dream-birds
Gold eyes - unblinking
Silent, as secrets are poured
Into furry ears
Nestled at my side
Paws tucked and head bent in sleep
Her purrs still rumble
Paws on the laptop
Meowing face blocks the screen
It is time for Can.
Clouded gray sky day-
A cold breeze blowing outside
I am warm inside
A cold breeze blowing outside
I am warm inside
Leaves break free and fly
Bare branches are left behind
They shiver, lonely
Bare branches are left behind
They shiver, lonely
In crowded bodies
space: searching for syllables
takes away the time
http://jjhunter.dreamwidth.org/47936.html
space: searching for syllables
takes away the time
http://jjhunter.dreamwidth.org/47936.html
The story's started,
Words fall silent in cyberland,
Unless you listen
http://wyld-dandelyon.livejournal.com/37337.html
Words fall silent in cyberland,
Unless you listen
http://wyld-dandelyon.livejournal.com/37337.html
is seventeen syllables;
a snapshot of life
.