In a Skype chat room
Topic : I Like Haiku's
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Me--- (LadyBird)

Haiku's I do like
for they are so easily
written in three worded lines

Friend--(TonyS)

Writing in Haiku
forces me to think about,
what is important

Me--- (LadyBird)

indeed you are right
writing them is important
and can be therapeutic

would you mind if I
add your words in my Haiku
giving you credit ?

this conversation
we are in is very fun
what are you thinking?

Friend--(TonyS)

I find great solace
in the idea that my words
are that important!

I have no problem
with allowing you to use
my simple verses!

Pining for someone
who I love very dearly
takes most of my time.

Me--- (LadyBird)

awesome Thank you so
much; I really enjoy this
writing is a passion

as you can see I
enjoy the flow of my words
and all that inspire

you are so kind I
will for sure keep an eye on
your wonderful wods

thank you very much
hoping I was no bother
to you my dear friend

I try to keep my
pen with me jotting down all
my thoughts from within

it is so nice to
meet someone that shares the same
passion for writing

please do keep in touch
I will for sure stay in touch
with you my dear friend

Friend--(TonyS)

The pleasure is mine!
To meet a friend is always
an enriching thing.

My name is Tony!
It is always nice to meet
new internet friends!

Me--- (LadyBird)

your name is so cool
it is indeed very nice
to make a new friend

it is so funny
I knew your name was Tony
from your user name

this is the most fun
I have had in three long days
I do enjoy it

Haiku-ing is like
text-ing with out a cell phone
it is fun indeed

Friend--(TonyS)

The pleasure is mine!
To meet a friend is always
an enriching thing.

Me--- (LadyBird)

I find great solace
to know that you share the same
interest as I do

Friend--(TonyS)

Names are only words,
I am nice because I am
who I want to be.

I am Tony Stark,
at least in my heart and mind.
Money? Not so much.

It was a pleasure,
this banter being quite fun,
maybe again soon?

Me--- (LadyBird)

Wow that sounds so cool
Tony Stark is so good looking
very good actor

names are only words
they don't describe who we are
inside is what count

thank you for talking
to me my friend it was fun
indeed again soon

gonna end convo
nice chatting with you my friend
now I say goodbye

A mirror
..... with a
scratch .....
..... is not
unbearable .....
..... stand and
face it .....
..... fix it
make it .....
..... clearer !

No one .....
..... is perfect
people .....
..... can change
so don't .....
..... overlook
the qualities .....
..... a scratch
can sometimes.....
..... hide !

each fallen letter
scattered the tabletop
sliding their shadows behind
from the darkness into light
A through Z
the alphabet yearns for
their wording placement

boxes full of the reasons
why I can’t begin
holding the memories
that should have been
an empty closet of
my lost thoughts
forever unwritten

I'm confused so confused
what's going on in my head?
normal emotions  just don't work
I can't think...
           I'm floating,
     further away
I drift roaming
A ...  I ... M ... L ... E ... S ... S
what should I do
to free myself  ?
....breath in....
counting... 1.2.3...
....stay calm....
... 3. 4.5...
....breath out....
... 5.6.7...
      ....stay calm....
...7.8..
      I feel....7..8..
9..10.....I feel
N ... O ... T ... H ... I ... N ... G
WoosOut !!!!!

I Chew...Chew...Chew
Keep Focus On My Gum
I Chew...Chew...Chew
Don't Want To Bite My Tongue

Can't Walk and Chew
All At The Same Time
I Chew...Chew...Chew
The Sweetness Its All Mine

tick--tock-- strikes the clock
in circles two hands flow
counting seconds to minutes
then minutes to hours yet
moving just so very slow
with every minute that tick-on by
the more "tocks" we think we have
the less time we actually do
no matter how hard we try
there is just no way we can
slow or speed it up the clock
it still will tick and tock
quickly tocking and slowly ticking
both fast and slow never stopping
time seems to continue
and yet forever flows
we lose a little and gain alot
tick...tock...tick...tock...
on and on times goes

day has broken into night
up within the painted air
now a sickle-moon hangs
pieces of light like confetti
the stars starts the music
as night begins to dance

when the pen caress the paper
its able to keep the roll of thought
through every word written
the ink soaked so deep shows
a fragile soul that continues to flow

tore down my walls
bleeding me dry
laughing aloud
and I couldn't even cry

...my burning questions...
...my twitchy fingers...
they entice me with new things
I can smell the strong aroma of

K N O W L E D G E

there is one simple two-lettered word
that can change an entire sentence
it is best used when put with the word "what"
it can express the most curiosity in such a way that

What?...Who?...Where?...When?...Why?...and How?

could not possess alone
they are all good questions but
many people use this tiny word
to ask one simple question

What if…?

while chasing his trepidation and being
propelled by his unusual desires
he didn't notice that knowledge
had such a strong aroma...

Curiosity Is Innocent !!!

it never meant to **** the cat
but what brought him back was

SA T I S F A C T I N O N

behind the deep scars
of a sadden soul
stained with pain
a heart so fragile
cant easily spot all
the falling lies

hard as stone
stained cheeks
a false smile
belly knots and ties
all because of the
over lapping lies

even though
there is a door
tightly nailed shut
through its crevices
are broken hopes
and shattered dreams

eyes droping tears
slowly reflecting
forgetton wounds
of hurt and pain
believe it or not
denial does exist