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David J 1h
Tonight my mind flees
It is haunted with knowledge
What horrors we've made.
We are the monsters we write, we should have never had such freedoms. Even at the most base level we fail. How, do you yet call us good.
David J 1h
What happened that day…
… what can’t we know
              And why did you weep…

Why go to such lengths for us…
… what a burden you must bear
              And why must it be this way…
Trust without knowing is faith isn’t it… your actions. You are impossible to know. It hurts to love you, but even more to know you love us… It is truly impossible love.
David J 2h
Power of the tongue
Do not tread lightly, for We
Can speak life or death
Disgust clouds my mind, but I must restrain my putrid tongue. I have fallen, perhaps I remain grounded for cursing myself.
David J May 26
My pen offends me
Acted like I didn’t see
But, it wrote the truth
Dug the quill to deep, seen my shadows in the ink.
David J Mar 27
The Tree’s last leaf falls
Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms;
Dreaming with eyes closed
Sometimes those blooms bore such sour fruit.
I do enjoy attempting haiku with Nature elements. I should take some time to study the development of the Haiku and its form.
David J Mar 8
Im glad that the Heart
Beats only on its accord
For my Mind, gave up
David J Feb 22
He sighs; chancing a look in the mirror
Eyes glaring back with unrestrained disdain
His heart rises, breaths accelerate
Offering his reflection only contempt
. . .
That wretched reflection only he sees
Despise yourself you worthless dog
Resent your abhorrent self
Don't forget your place
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