A tree deep into the forest alone in the woods Roots deeply rooted Keeping it in place It wants to flow with the leaves To a populated place With beautiful greenery And more branches than it’s own A place that smells like timber With thousands of saplings for company .
A sorrow like this in three lines is a paradox To the silent suffering, to the ones who cry a lot Like herding cats, a dying character in a pointless plot
Haiku I wrote for a competition about mental health
And all the loneliness floods and pools within The darkened sea of sweetened sin A pain strengthened of anguish Lost hope breeds my languish Sanguine eyes are blind and frail Misconceived by this stupid veil Til I've paid my final price My life's vice has cursed me twice
the night fell as one last revelation this pale moon, a metronome in the gulf of my eyes christ, i was so weak for avoiding the spectacle but i’m running out of reasons left to say goodbye
my phantom at the doorway all serpentine and sage while your perfume takes to air like the harvest pollen exalted in the rain
and sometime, too will i finally sleep by the candlelight of day