The sun and the moonthe sun loved themoon so muchhe died every nightto let her breathe
I Miss YouI'm not going to tell you I miss you,I'm not going to make myself look weak,And I hope that you're doing the same,And maybe that's why you won't speak to me.
Herobut darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. because everybody's too busy trying to save t h e m s e l v e s.
Dorothyi will never forgetthat time i grabbed your hipsjust rightand mixed with the cocktailof my lips and your lipsyou let out that involuntarysighand all of the sudden i was Dorothy andyou were the strongest tornado i have ever seen
Mathim not very goodat dividingor multiplying by xbut i wishmore than anythingthat i was good with numbersso i could figure the exact formulaof the curve your skin makeswhere it stretches over your cheek bone.
My Hearts Funerallast week i attended a funeralfor my hearti threw my nerves and sanityin the coffinand covered them with thick dirta flower on top, like a cherry on a sundaeever sincei haven't felt like anything was missinguntil i saw you todayand i felt nothingit was a foreign feelingim still trying to decidehow things can change so much.
Drugsif i couldi would take that smileand inject it directly into my blood streammy parents warned me about drugs in baggiessold on the streetbut never the oneswith teethand a heartbeat.
Touchi thought i knew what fire felt likeuntil i experiencedone of your taste budsbrushing the inside of my thigh.
HugConfirm that you love,feel warmth, safety, worthy, joy.All in one embrace.
February Haiku 09-1-flakesflitting in the windthe swallows are far from home-1.5-clothes fly by the dryer window,backgrounds in a Roadrunner cartoon-2-trees paint their nails;everyone elsewears gloves-3-frozen pavements,streets wrappedin cling film-4-crumpled tissuesthe remainsof a snowman-5-virgin snowtrampledby a girl in hot pants-6-cryptic crosswordsand newsprint;not everything is black and white-7-buying frozen mincein a knitted red jumper-8-personal adsstackedwindows in a block of flats-9-snow wilts into the mud;umbrellas continueto bloom-10-gingerbread sky,midnight humswith sirens-11-bloated riversqueezing under bridges;roads fat with traffic-12-snowflakes on lashesplastic bagsin the branches of trees-13-blackout;streetlamps diebent old men lost in the dark-14-pigeons scatterin front of a cyclist;diners fling crumbs-15-unsteady rhythm on the roof;rain invisibleagainst the sky
i swear i'm donei am yours out ofhabit but habits can beeasily broken
prompt ivplum blossomsunderfoot in Kyotoa path in dreams
2015 April HaikuWriMoDay 30 ~ "full circle"start at the endfinish at the beginning – i am full circleDay 29 ~ "irresistible"soft spokenyou call to me, irresistible – right now, perfectDay 28 ~ "words" lettersconnect me to you – souls on paperDay 27 ~ "flight of the bird"fledglingspread wings fly me away, drifton breaths blown by gods, explorehorizons far tell your tale, embraceyour existence – leave your mark.Day 26 ~ "clocks" tick-tock;teasing you wide awake grinning constantly.Day 25 ~ "sakura" fallingcherry blossoms spiral – no answerDay 24 ~ "humour"trial and errorwe are old friends –still they wonder why black edges my jokes.Day 23 ~ "cards"shuffle my hearttake a chance on a diamond – beware the joker smileDay 22 ~ "pastoral"truth on tr
girl, youre special, i know ithe went inside meand said, "i see something inyou, i really do."it's funny becausewhen he said that, i actuallysaw the dick in him.
a chord for every discord.sometimes, i just thinkin melodies and everysad song sounds like you.
to err is to learn is to love:i'll be your spelllcheck,if you keep making mistakesyou want me to fix.
LemonadeMorning lemonadeLeft caramelized sunshineMelting on my lips.
LipsYour lips are like wineand I want to get drunk.