(2014)
My imitation of the haiku form. Syllables (17): 5-7-5
If it’s not a circle, then it won’… I’m sorry, if it hurts you and bri… I would if I could, but there’s n… I can’t stop you in what you choos… But the truth hurts, like a wrist…
The assured sunrise, it fills them… Those impish smiles; insidious is… They can’t contain urges of perver… Meteors causes catastrophe, then Eventually learns to be selfless.
center Our love has turned blue. When I touch you I can feel your skin crawl As you jump away.
Step outside your comfort zone.. now you’re one of us. Doesn’t It feel glorious? Our two Worlds collided When we survived it
A spent labor-man stopped me in th… So you’ve already wiped off today’… You’re a soldier, and the war has… You’re a nurse, here in case someo… You’re just taking a break from la…
q|I wanna be the person you call t… I wanna stay up all night and help… Then show up outside the window of… With a sign that says “YOU GO… Most likely embarrassing you,
On the Battlefield there’s many w… Death even for those who stood bol… The ambrosia that is sweet victory The aroma– the smell– casting a sp… But the taste, its taste is foreig…
Windows to my soul, sunk by the sp… Right now fixed on a window to the… “Look in your blindside, tell me w… Are dreams the memories from our f… Trying to capture a moment unseen.…
Free your mind. Take on the adventure! Life is life, we don’t need a ment… No outside philosopher And his off-brand philosophy.
My endearing seashell.. I put my ear to your chest And I can hear your heartbeat. Its like the sounds of the ocean, So soothing and potent
I’m rich in knowledge. I have a conscious mind. I’m aware of how my people became Slaves and Christians at the same… Going from kings and queens
You make me feel like dreams do co… Because I’m sure I’ve had a dream… I really want you.. So, I really want you to want me. I want you to really want me.
You keep your guard up Protecting yourself like a knight. But you’re the queen– Not the knight. You’re more like the day–
What is poetry, When the poet is Curiosity In the presence of the “cool cat” Who has his pen; Rendering him speechless,
At the end of the day, what’s an “United States” without unity?