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Tag Archives: Pain
Hope-ing: Our Haiku
Keep the hope, you must
Kind-hearted people told me
Now thus, I bid you
victors
his harem and the hell of it
writing our hearts out
we
playing nice, polite, naïve
negligent, thus failing
sorrow shrouds our intrinsic prettiness
our intellect
O, Ego
His-n-Hers
God gave me this house
yellow, yes — at first glance
diffuse your gaze, step back and see
sentience walks these halls
juicy details of pain, love
striving, ceasing
success and victory
go or stay, either way
none of it’s yours to peruse
No Sunshine
Driving yesterday, Friday
Suddenly, my periphery
I saw you
You saw me — singing, maybe
Our worlds, long since finished colliding
We, continued
I singing, still
“Why are you alone?”
The music sneaked up on me to ask
Caught me off guard
My voice was in another world
Singing of a lover’s soul
So I sang soul music to explain
Loud, because of my soul’s pain
Low Barometer
You’ve bored me
Made me headachy
Your hostility
Posing as humid tranquility
Asking here anonymously
What everyone else, unafraid to make themselves known
Already knows
But I answer thee
I’m still fit to garden and be poetry
Though you’ve pained me
A pain in my ass, a pain in my joints
Merely temporarily
Creeping, wrinkled, you’ll continue
Pettily
Blossom: A Haiku
I’ll arrive on rain
That I’ll sooner quench your pain
As a love letter
Sentient Sacrificed
You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy
I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless
Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14
Opportunist
Wondering how I am passing the time?
Living down your calamity, I
Why?
How dare declare it, you
Love?
Stealing songs as promises
Recall?
The rest of my life, and what am I doing?
Fire To Firmament
These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly
The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth
My spirit bird, a Phoenix
Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination
To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament
She Suffered
