deadwood haiku is
exactly what the **** it
sounds like, *******

so much can be stolen when we live for ourselves
I can't live this way much It makes life a hell

I'll give all to others and hope for the best
trusting giving to others will end the aching in my chest

some call me modest and selfless and look on with pride
others call me selfish and foolish and see hate in my eyes

whatever they do I hope my actions keep true
because one day I hope I can laugh it off with you

i'll cut off bit by bit of the dreams I have left
cause the things I want for myself seem to be taken by theft

my words fall on deaf ears as if they're pretended
cause so many others left their dreams unattended

it's not what I said
but what I didn't that will
forever haunt me

Mundane steps,
common thoughts, (so unoriginal),
like stripes on a zebra.
They haunt me.

Didn't I say the sun was setting?
Sunshine pours through me,
filling me with hope.
Guess I was wrong.

Now I glow.
And I grow.
And I wait.

One day that sun will blast
the shadow that walks past my window
into something real.

My steps will no longer be mundane,
or just mine.

Fresh footprints in the sand -
mine, yours, and a little pair in between.

But it's hard to make footprints on a boat, chasing the sun around the world.

why is it that you're the one whos got more hate and resentment for me than I do for you? does that make any sense?