My imitation of the haiku form.
Syllables (17): 5-7-5
The endless whirligig
There’s something different about
Sometimes I step back like: “Damn
I look at you and see the moon
On the nights where it steals my s
Mesmerizing me with an alluring li
I’m feeling like Sway:
I don’t have the answers.
But who does?
Because we’re all in this together
in the same boat
I realize I’m the last person
You wanna hear from right now;
After all, I’ve brought nothing
To your world, but rain–
Knowing the ink on the page
Free your mind.
Take on the adventure!
Life is life, we don’t need a ment
No outside philosopher
And his off-brand philosophy.
She wants to go back to where it s
When she was gay and innocent-hear
Never giving less than all of her
It didn’t take her long to realize
When with pigs, all is just never
Don’t tell them you hate them.. th
Tell them you love them.. sometime
People jump rope, others like doub
We must love and appreciate each o
Stop judging and critizing so much
It’s not until we face our fears,
And in turn
Not be afraid to fail,
Do we achieve success!
Our love has turned blue.
When I touch you
I can feel your skin crawl
As you jump away.
I’ve always been the king of silen
The angst of life
Keeps me up at night
Thus I write letters
To or For
The love I fight for–