Sometimes thinking is making difficult
what is simple, but uncomfortable
to admit, yet the children are happy
with what their parents explain
for example that they have to learn
to mistrust Evil, which is talking idly
and giving free tickets
that you will suffer for after your life
You know that it isn't true
It isn't even from hearsay
and far from everyone
is thinking about it that way
so, as long as nobody gets serious
you can just do as you please
the older children have found out
What else does Evil
harm than the tender soul
of the adults and the good
they have devised for you?
To be a victim, or an offender –
it is a devilish dilemma
Collection “Secrets & Believers”
l don't break the rules
I just make new ones
and if the rules of the church
are the only way i'll get into
with that .
We are hurricanes,
leaving behind traces of who we are.
Separated by categories,
are the souls of every individual.
We seem to be dangerous,
One leaves you alive,
for you to later
find a way and get back up.
To think the next one could be,
one of your parents,
a new or old lover.
Bashing through your soul,
a friend or relative,
Leaving your body uninhabitable,
seizing to exist.
The soul inside can take it all,
but for how long?
Hurricanes come and go, which one hurt you the most?
The great unbreakables and unscalable walls of yore are not broken.
They just ceased to be walls.
Now just a slightly dumbfounding mist.
You pass through them like a bad smell
because they were never really there.
And those that built them
With ignorance and shame
Are long dead.
They are only an obscure memory of pain, oppression or struggle.
You have to be better if you want to win.
You have to be smarter if you want to change.
You have to be taller if you want some friends.
You have to be pretty if you want to fit in.
But I just want to live.
I just want to live.
You have to laugh harder if you want to smile.
But I don't want to pretend.
And I just wanna be happy.
But you never taught me that.
I just want to live my life and smile.
I just want to smile for real.
I just want to run away
Cause you won't ever let me.
It's not your fault that I'm failing.
"It's been fun"
It never has.
But I have to say, thank you.
I don't really know why.
You always hurt me so much.
You never showed me how to live my life my way.
I just don't understand.
I'm your child.
Let me smile. Myself.
For the first time.
I want to be happy
So I can live my life.
Don't worry about what they tell you. Do what you want to do.
What is a Haiku?
Guess how many syllables.
Five, seven then five.
So how to make a Tokka?
You add it two times seven.
How use a Tokka?
To add another Haiku?
Tokka in between.
I realised many on this site have issues with Haiku. Since they randomly call poems 'Haiku', however Haiku is one of the few poetry forms that actually has rules. So I made a Haiku, on how to make a Haiku ;)
I just reminded myself my rules. Sometimes in chaos I forget easily decorum.