Love Kills HaikuDrowning in your eyesSuffocating in your skinDying to be lovedHanging on your wordsChoking on every promiseKilling me with love
Love Like A FlowerLove, like a flowerFragile yet beautifulWelcoming to warmthClosed to the cold and cold hearted.Love, like a flowerTo nurtureAnd be nurtured in return.Love, like a flowerBlossoming as time goes by.
Sunshine EyesIt was the summer.Hazy days on the beach,Sand in my hair, on my skin.But Those eyes.Those bright welcoming eyes,Nothing like i had seen before,Swallowed me whole, those blinding eyes.He caught me in those eyesThose sapphire dancing eyes .I stole a glimpseAnd held it fast in my heart.But for now,I'm just here,Just a girl,Laying here bathing in the warmth of those sunshine eyes.
Your HaikuWrite me a haikuHe said so convincinglyI couldn't say no
LA HaikuLos Angeles orLocal Anaesthetic pleaseThe same either way
FortyMy hair catches the sun,Entangling the golden rays,Making every strand light upAnd play upon my head.My eyes sparkle in the moonlight,Enchanting those who catch a glimpse.They flash at lucky onesAnd light up at loved ones.My skin is radiant"Like a goddess" they saySmooth and welcoming,So soft and silky to touch.The shimmering girl I used to beHas ran awayLeaving me staring at this strange womanIn the mirror.My hair is lank and dull,The glitter has fallen from my eyes.Thin lines creep across my facein all directions without permission.Stretch marks tear across my skinMy hands are dry and soreLove handles, muffin top and bingo wings, check."You've changed" they sayForty years less to live.
Sea Haiku IISea breeze through my hairI hear laughter from the shoreGolden sands and sun
Believe What You WillSilence the juryFor all its worth;For all the fire,The blood, the earth.Hang the judgeIn all his gloryIn God's name;His power, His fury.Free the wrongedFrom their inner cageFrom fathomsome guilt,From meaningless rage.
Dear past, the future is here.I found an old cardboard box today, tattered and battered;stuck together with peeling cello-tape and stickingmemories.---The lid fell off, the cardboard crumbling beneath myfingertips. A pile of yellow, glossy photographsshining in the evening light, bent slightly in thecorners.---The first photograph takes my breath away.---It's me. 5 years living.Wide childish eyes, dipped in innocence, stare out at me,with tumbling brown hair slipping out of a deep blueribbon.A smile, lighting up the room a grin showing teeth andhappiness, without a twinge of sadness. A whole life infront of her.---I sat at my writing desk, and pulled out some crinkled paper,and unscrew the bottle of ebony-ink. The pen glides across thesheet, a dancer on ice.---Dear 5-year-old-me,You're here for a reason, you know. You're not just a lost soulin a sea of lost souls. Your life will have spirals and bumps,screams and laughs. Your life will have its ups, where you feellike
For These Things I AmFor all the things I couldn't do,For all my plans that fell through,For the lies I told in lieu of truth,I am sorrowful.For all your tomorrows that wouldn't come,For all my wrongs in their awful sum,For the words I used that made you glum,I am regretful.For all the smiles you put on my face,For all your beauty and all your grace,For the warmth you gave in each embrace,I am joyful.
Withered heartYour feelings fester and decayThey neither fade nor fly awayInstead, from love and gentle care,They turn on me and bring despairWhere once a heart beat out its lifeNow putrid rotting fibres lieA soul that once would hold me closeNow turns away and scorns my proseTo stop yourself from loving meYou built a false reality With poison found where none residesAnd in my words: imagined lies
rebirth.i'll plant kisses into the cracks of your heart, water them with care, and together, we'll watch them grow.how about it?
You'll Be Safe In My Armsyou will be safe in my arms:these castle walls of mine open gently -please, do make yourself at home, andrest your worried heart, darling;shower me with everything that's on your mind.the stars bring light for us to talk to,and between you and I, we have all that we require.oh, between you and I, infinity residesand it binds us closer than ever before;those sandy shores aren't quite as distantas we view them safely within our kingdom.everything seems golden, as we hold handsand share the cares we've waited to express for so long now...write poems on my walls using invisible ink:make me think about lifeas only pieces are revealed brick by brick;make me feel love through the usage of words(like only you do so well).take my curiosity by the hand, and lead itthrough these darkened corridors that havebeen with me since the dawn of time, andexplain in a hundred lines or lesswhat we've been missing in our time apart.propose a stanza in whic
one to one hundredonce upon a time, i didn't believe in sleep, [just in paint splatters, midnight winds and ignoring time differences.]once upon a time, i knew there was more to life [than sparkly nailpolish, final exams and white shoes that turn gray anyway.]once upon a time, i thought that wishes came true, [now i know there's a lot even 1000 paper cranes can't solve.]once upon a time, i tried running away, [to australia, atlantis, neverland anywhere but here.]once upon a time, i was just a little girl - and you could still make me cry.
HaikuI wrote a haikuIt isn't very good butI kind of like it
I RememberI remember when,You were just some boy I knew.Things sure change, don't they?
Porcelain FrailIm standing right before you,Right before your eyes.The broken porcelain doll,With nothing to disguise.With nothing to disguiseHer heart of porcelain frail.The only thing protecting herIs her skin so thin and pale.Is her skin so thin and paleStrong enough to holdThe pain she keeps insideOr will it all unfold?Or will it all unfoldRight before your eyesUnleash what she was toldBroken promises and lies.Broken promises and liesAre all youve ever known.You locked away your heart,Because youd rather be alone.Because youd rather be alone,The porcelain doll does wait.Could you heal her, could you fix herBefore it is too late?Before it is too late I pray I am not wrong You might fix this porcelain doll,She might sing your broken song.
Three WordsLet's . . . break up - Three smallwords that I never want tohave to hear again."I Love you" - three smallwords that set worlds on fireand make our hearts smile.Two sets of three wordsSo opposite in effect- like the sun and moon.
Definition: Sanctuaryseek [verb].definition: to search or to look for.I have been here before.It was one of the first things I remembered, and at first it frustrated me. Precious things - names and happenings and the sound of voices - eluded me, but I knew the taste of books. The shape of their rough spines and the light they held when I opened them under the diamond-lattice windows. What good were they? Stories are made out of other people's memories.Now they have become a sanctuary, of sorts.My favourite book is The Hound of the Baskervilles. There are three well-worn copies in this library, and I know the exact placement of each of them. I know where the pages are dog-eared or torn or stained. I know which book has a red cover or green endpapers or a five-page introduction, bold serif typeset, one blank page between it and the first chapter.I don't know if I had this knowledge before. If, perhaps, memory is not a limitless thing and the holes in mine have been filled with surplus inf
My loveThe tears in your eyesWill pierce my heart like a knifeYour pain is my pain
Natural HumanityCold eyes and sweet liesAnd you know that you need meNeed insanity
Love HaikuDo not fall in love,To do so is suicide,Get a dog instead.
The Beautiful BrokenBroken facesTired out pacesTormented soulDemented captorEvil at largeIn a innocent mindDead childhoodCagedAssaultedBrokenBut beautifulEvery single one, beautiful
Broken HopeI had been broken,Twisted apart.Blades rippingThrough my fragile soul.I closed upAnd turned my backOn everythingThat could hurt me.I stayed that way,For many years.Hidden fromThe world outside.You brought meBack alive.You mendedMy broken soul.Thank you.You saw meAnd came to me.You saw through my armor.You gave me the giftThe greatest gift.You gave meA vial of hope.You gave me hopeAnd took meIn your armsYou mended my past sorrows.A new skyYou paintedAnd sculpted my soul.You made me.You held me gentlyAnd helped me up.You whispered hopeAnd gave me love.Thank youFor giving me aSecond chance.A vial of hope.
Love HaikuLove; breathe it, free it.Let it take hold of your soul,Live in its embrace.