raphæl

raphæl Mar 2019

lines

if our souls were lines
mine is parallel to hers
close but never meet

#if #haiku #series #575 #parallel #lines

raphæl Mar 2019

water

if water was mood
anxiety's a quake that
brings forth tsunami

#if #series #haiku #575 #water

raphæl Mar 2019

song

if a song's honest
words would be stripped to the tones
just pain and desire

#if #series #haiku #575 #song #pain #desire

raphæl Mar 2019

kingdom come

gasping through my ear
warm bare hands slither beneath
sneaking through tight skin
i steer waves you shut those eyes
leave the realm where lust is sin

#tanka #57577 #****** #***

raphæl Mar 2019

language

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"Hey, I worry that
music's our only shared thing."
            "It's fine. That's enough"
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#dialogue #haiku #575 #image #poetry #music #language

raphæl Mar 2019

comatose

for months, the kind son
looked over her living corpse
to prolong her breath
but tonight he stepped outside
to waste his with cigarettes

The ironies of life and death;
of love and despair

#tanka #57577 #ironies

raphæl Mar 2019

sunset jam

song jives with the sight
dying sun burning the edges
golden leaf eclipse
i sniff my fingertips the
stink of rusty guitar strings

#tanka #57577