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If camera could capture the emotion
You would surely hurt me
To show I am mad for you
But I would makeup through smile
To prove you wrong!!!
If you like my feet so much,
How would you like it up your ***?
 Jan 2016 Dead lover
Cody Haag
Poison spills down throat,
Warming drinker who now floats,
Young boy slits his throat.
I haven't written a Haiku in years. It's probably bad.
I learned not to
run with scissors
along time ago
in this spiritual playground
that blooms and blossoms
within and without me.
Don't run with scissors
and treat what I find
with as much reverence
as I can muster.

Oh how it sometimes becomes
so obvious that when I lose track
if I follow it back and I follow it back
it leads right back to me.

It's my perception with which I see
and sometimes born of imagination
I stumble upon some thing so magical
while I'm playing on the monkey bars with the others
who are twisting and twirling and hurling through
this expanse that they just tell us just is.

I'm feeling to advance and hold the whole of this universe
in my mind or in the collective mind that so far points to that of Humankind.
Just don't run with scissors and don't **** in to the wind
with these two golden rules (pun intended)
my heart gets what it needs knowing
it doesn't have to take it with greed.

I can never lose what I never had
and nothing can be taken from me
unless I agree...
But in the broader question
there are just too many to mention.

Those who have stood by me
when the row has been hard to ***
I can say 'we walk alone' and in the same breath
I can say 'there is only One of us who walks'.
No we're not together
But we're not quite apart either

We dangle in the middle
It is wonderful
It is beautiful
And I love it.
 Jan 2016 Dead lover
Aris
Get up.
Fix yourself.
Time for school.
*What the heck!!?
No hasty decisions
should’ve been made,
so you say.

Is it habit or some
other innate thing drawing
in the opposites?

You remembered when I said
love could be like that thing inside atoms:
A force between the quarks and current

with no real will of its own,
but to pulse and pull
Wanting to center myself,
a journey into the woods
would likely suffice.

I started out early,
about a quarter of 10.
Started off to find my center.

By reaching back to nature
to find a grounded centered me.
My Zen soul had to be found.

Sun breaking through canopied trees.

Oh wait, I have to stop!
This is the place!

Beyond this point,
my computer won't work,
I think I just lost WiFi.
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