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 Sep 2017
Butch Decatoria
Wind hops on tree tops
A howling child who is wild
Grows and makes the storm.
 Sep 2017
Butch Decatoria
Self aware yet numb
How-to instructions to know
How to feel be loved.
 Aug 2017
Donna
Tucking herself
into bed , the moon rests her
arm over the sky
 Aug 2017
Ryan Holden
The doorstep we sat
Frantically eating ice cream,
before it melted

My sister would laugh
with her blonde fringe, big blue eyes
and round chubby cheeks.

Most simple image
Yet it captures a fragment
Of my purest soul.

One that dreams a dream
inside a wrapped up moment
For my heart only.
Oh, I remember the days like it was yesterday. In the summer sun with our ice creams
melting on the doorstep of my grandmas house! 4 Haiku's making 1 poem :)
 Aug 2017
Born
Some  poems are not intended to heal old wounds
but to scorch them

for the pain is the only high we have left
that cares enough to hurt  us
 Jul 2017
SøułSurvivør
~~~haiku X 3~~~

smudges of windswept trees
seem to blow away in darkness
the grey edges of night

alleyways form deep ruts
from rains larger than the drainage
and fill with talcum earth

everything is covered in
a film of tarnished silver
dusty flecks of moonrise


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/27/2017
They say life has its ups and downs. I wish mine wouldn't be like Thunder Mountain!

I will be on and off the site for several weeks. Things are such a roller coaster around here. Reading as much as I can...
 Jul 2017
Ryan Holden
The dusk fog reminds
Me of walks home after I
Had just been broken.

You caused the water
Drops like condensation, on
My dripping burnt skin.

Just to come back for
Another round into your
Heat-stroke and cold lies.

I had been frozen,
In place whilst burning, welding
Onto the embers.

Left in a heap and
Waiting for the next person,
To mould me again.
5 Haikus making 1 poem!
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