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 Oct 2016 Jinn Prashanti
kylie
Contrary to popular beliefs,
This whole world we live in
Is not one whole world.
Its a million different worlds
All inside of our heads.
You die?
Your world dies.
We can only perceive things.
So also contrary to popular beliefs,
You can control the way you feel.
This is your world
**And **** anyone who tries to ***** it up.
I associate his death with a lot of things,
My over caring personality,
My inability to not over think things,
My attraction to the darker side of reality,
Getting too close for no good reason,
My mood changing by the season,
Even my rhymes aren't consistent
you are still where i see
myself in thirty years -
your clouds and long
arms - but, god, i am at
least trying to find
something in someone
else until your joints
start speaking my name
with your steps again.
to the only blond i've ever loved.
 Oct 2016 Jinn Prashanti
Phoenix
On my way
       to recovery
              I hit bumps
                     I crossed chasms
                           I defeated my monsters
                     as they defeated me
       I took two steps forward
and three steps back
       but recovery isn't always positive.
                            I have spent my fair share
                                                              of crying
                                                   of drinking
                                                          of hating
                                                               Hating me
                                                 Hating my family
                                    Hating my decisions
                   but I can see the finish line
        There is just one more leap
             but it is my biggest.
                   Apologizing and forgiving
                                    I hope that one day
                                   soon
                                    I can do just that.
                      But until then,
I will take a water break.
Okay, this was too fun.
I just want to say: Mom, I am sorry for all the hell I have put you through and the hell that I will put you through. I love you so much.
Jason, I want to forgive, but I will never forget what has happened. I hope we can still be friends. I will never be your daughter again though. Too much has happened. But I want you walking down the isle with me. I want you to meet my boyfriend, be a grandpa and be like a dad. What you did was not being a dad. That was a monster and I know you are better than that.
Okay, now that that is over (urg) the prompt was Trails and Paths. Think about trails and paths, real and/or imagined that you have traveled or would like to travel. Imagine those trails that loom large – the Pacific Crest Trail, the Appalachian Trail, the Camino, and imagine those that loom close and personal – a path to recovery, a path to a career goal, a path to a poem, a path toward…whatever we all take paths toward. Write a poem. If you’d like a parameter, make your poem look path-like – a few words on each line perhaps; a long, skinny poem perhaps; playing with spacing
You wrote a song for me
Well not for me
But it might as well be
It's my song
It's been my song for years
Ever since it came on the radio
I owned it
My father would look at me when it came on and smile
"It's like he wrote it for you"

This song makes me
Cry
Smile
Laugh

It means everything to me

Some girls keep their virginity
I keep this song
Until I meet the man of my dreams
I won't share this song

Thank you Jason
Don't ever come here
My machete will cut you
Here are Crystal Lake
Where did it start but by one little cry,
one mother's love, one day she will die

Trees grace the land, the water at peace
Visually astounding, pleasant at ease

The lake was open for summer time fun
Camp Crystal Lake where it begun

A boy and his mother greeted each soul,
welcome my friends enjoy it all.

The torment started, it lasted all season,
they beheaded his mother for all the wrong reasons

Emboldened with fury, deep in the lake
drowned by cowards, feeling no shame

Each year they returned, hearing stories of the camp
the man in the mask, machete in hand

Not believing the myth, what shadows do lurk
no hearts will be pounding, only their blood will spurt

Pre-marital *** upstairs in the cabin
rolling blunts on couch, look out, he's coming

Naked in the shower, Alice did fall,
ice pick in hand, no scream or no crawl

Squeezing your eyes out or smashing your face
Ask all of the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake

One hundred and fifty more victims will fall
This is my place, you are not welcome at all

Mother, I love you, through all of the pain
Hide behind my mask, my machete does reign.
My favorite character for Halloween!! Jason, you are a god!! lol
SEARCHING...
there on horizon,
sight unseen, treasure untold,
I seek its wonder.

WELCOMED...
craved in the seizing,
sating thirst in this, my soul,
I sing mortal glee.

ABANDONED...
come has fallen hour,
soul aches from broken dream's shards.
hope? never again.
With the Haiku Triplets (or Quartets) I write,
I try to tell a story with each part having,
the potential to stand on its own.

They can be separated, yet still whole.

Enjoy!

DEW
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