Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
I knew I loved youwhen ‘home’ went from being a placeto being a person.
Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
To sleep on our thoughts, Is better than to lose sleep over rash actions
Awakened at midnightby the sound of the water jarcracking from the ice
Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still…Iris, blue each spring
We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard
Twinkle tiny star.Oh, how great you truly are!God’s sign from afar.
The world around us conforms to expectations we place upon it.
On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening
These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contradictoriness, Humor, Freedom, Non-morality, Simplicity, Materiality, Love, and Courage.
Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses…whiteWordless Butterflies
Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her
Your tummy, soft aswarm dough. I knead and knead, thenbake it with a nap.
Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.
Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.
You may exist inthis world–but I exist tooand I will not yield
Blood is really warm,it’s like drinking hot chocolatebut with more screaming.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
Sharing oft leaves less. But with love the more we share, the fuller our hearts.
Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.
Dogs have hair. Cats, fur.Dogs whine, yip, howl, bark. Cats purrr.I say: No contest.
Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.
Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves…a butterflyFloats and balances
In pale moonlight / the wisteria’s scent / comes from far away.
Fine. If you insist.I’ll try Just.One.Nibble. But–I won’t enjoy it.
Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?
Did you just say youThink Mansfield Park is boring? Get out of my house.
Beth from accountingis just sitting in her careating spaghetti.