Haiku's are poems
that dont normally make sense
refrigerator

So siplme and sewet
yet so nescesray  
our letters juxtaposed
to make words non-imaginary

we read and define
strive to find the line
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Where words stop being words
a literary crime

Our slang, out of control
tongues tangled, terrible truth
Txt spk bcmes natrl
It feels so uncouth

but what’s important is the form
of communication we seek
face to face, heart to heart,
a poem so meek
as to lighten the soul
and give hope to the lost
a poem is best
to.....

I pour my heart out on a piece of paper
Write your name in the corner
But forget its there
It's addressed to no-one in particular
But then, it's not as if any one would care.

My final plea before I go
Down into the ****** unknown
Written as a letter in blood ink
Stained with final tears, I sink
Down below into the ground
Waiting for that final sound
Before the silence takes its grasp
Upon my hand I feel a clasp

Pulling me up through fire and flames
Pulling me up out of sin and hate
They wash me clean and hold me tight
Don't let me go throughout the night
Through thick and thin through fast and slow
Pull me through and don't let go
Take my hand and help me thrive
Always forever til the end of time
Dry my tears of fears and pain
Be there to catch me again and again
All I need is strength and support
Gathered with some tender thoughts

As you fall, so slowly fall in love with her
mind open as the floor you hit will be so much harder
it’s a long way down to the emptiness of
solitude
save me.. Catch me with your open arms
let this dooming embrace save me from love's sweet grace.
That illusion..

A litre of cider later
And its like nothing matters
The good memories are fading
And the dreams are tattered
And shattered
But nonetheless gone,

Down the drain, the sink, my throat
you wring with your cold dead hands
and your heartless plans
to decieve and manipulate
but i still persist
the love, torment
hence

One litre of cider later,
im by myself still
watching, waiting for the phone to ring
i pop another pill
to fill
me with joy and happiness
but all i feel is haze
as everything swirls the days
sweep by

if only it was faster.