Monday, August 30, 2021

the journey (three haikus)

1)

past is just a play
forward is the only way
far away to stay

2)

i was once a child
all the wild inside of me
kept me from your heart

3)

as we journey on
all i feel is ages old 
all i know is now



Wednesday, August 25, 2021

0 - 0

had i known that 
you were keeping score

then i would have quit 
while i was behind 

Monday, August 16, 2021

the path

the path to
independence is saying 
no

after no
after no

until there's nothing left
but your own way

the path to 
your own sanity is trying
to find what sun
you can

in all the darkness
that surrounds

and try your best
to begin to shine
in what's left of the sun
inside yourself

or so they say

(light)




Wednesday, August 11, 2021

anything at all

there was a time
when i didn't know 
what i was coming home to

i'd peek around the corner
listening for any 
disagreeable word

any crash of dishes

anything at all

then i'd look in my room
to see if anything was
out of place

or anything new 
was added

or if there was 
anything at all

there was a time
when i came home
and the floors were bare

and my mother's mind
was full of every dark secret
that my diary once contained

raging again and again
she tried to reset my thinking

with anything she had in hand

anything at all

until there was nothing 
in the air but unsettled dust

misplaced trust

and the beating of my heart
in my ears

(fears)




Monday, August 9, 2021

the egg and i (haikus)

i was once an egg
nothing was inside of me
fresh from factory


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egg leaning on wall
omelet wants to come in
looking for some chives


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begin where i was
behold what i try to be
beside misery




faraway lament

you don't remember me    
anymore

your coworkers with
the laughing eyes
come to call

dazzling your ears
with a thousand syllables
of hello

and they're there

and i'm over here

perpetual cloud over
my shoulder

sun in my eyes

looking off in the 
faraway distance

signaling a sign of 
desperation

but you don't hear me
through the waves of
office sirens

who bend at your will
for the fair chance

to touch your air
of resistance

(dance)