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Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.

These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.

I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.

Never ChangeTrust and honesty
is such a rare commodity
rarely given for trade
since all can be betrayed

But here I am asking you
knowing such fragility
Like a beam of light through the storm
where we break what is the norm

Asking you to be always true
Asking you to be a real friend
someone that could always be relied on
Not only at the start but also at the end

And I know you've been hurt
more than we could ever count
But even when there's all sort
of people that has an evil bout

Never give up or give in
I want to protect you from their taint
cause I already have seen
the bad picture they would paint

Making you from being hyper and ha

Listening to the DoomsdayI have so much to say
but nobody listens.

Do I talk too much?
Do I listen too little?

Are we just
pretending
the world is never
going to end?

Doomsday is coming.

We talk so much.
I hear you, I hear everyone.
But do I listen?

Little by little
we're losing contact

and the world is coming to its end.

WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.

Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.

And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.

But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The was

Neon RainbowAfternoon, I sleep awoken,
with a mess inside my mind.
In a place i'll know forever,
I will never leave behind.

But then cobalts call me, sky.
Life in blossom, firefly.

A smile once appears in me,
In rainbow palette,
With a wondered look,
a small sihouette.

Happiness, a burst of sweetness, joy.
Dash of love, and i am just a boy.

A spectrum, imploding heart,
there's no side to back.
Just need breathe, and be alone,
retrieve the attack.

Beauty at day, shining arc.
Fades out away, It's a dream.
When it's not, during night.
Raises upon neon beam.

Now i am able to see.
Not what is, but what will be.

Dream. and never sleep,
I

The GirlShe stared at me from the dark
Frightfully dead eyes devoid of life
On a dreamship I tried to embark
Who would have known she wished to strife?

For the chance to be alive she said
That we battled it out till morn
A trade, she to be alive and I to be dead
But this deal, I mocked it with scorn

I fought with fluid accuracy
And she with jerky desperation
A pathetic thing, she did not wound me
While to hell I gave her quick transportation

I flopped back onto my bed
And sighed with casual relief
A pounding, pouding in my head
I gasped with utter disbelief

Demonic, satanic, a damned soul
For she possessed my mind and body
A trade i

SpringSpring I have missed you so much
I missed your warm breezes touch
I missed the green grass you had
Seeing snow makes me feel sad

I have missed the birds chirping
I have missed the bees lurking
I have longed to see a rose
It's scent rising in my nose

The sound of your rivers
Makes my heart stop its quivers
Where ever are your blue skies
I pray for winter's demise

Reminding me of a thief
Each year this repeats
Fall takes my summer away
Oh I just wish spring would stay

Monologue of a traveller.

A shadow lingered on the shattered walls,
swaying in the light of the crescent.
He claimed to having answered destiny's calls,
so he gave life to places long quiescent.
But gods had been merciless to his young age;
throughout the traveller's endless route
they had made apparent their growing rage;
hidden dangers appeared from the bruit.
He held onto sanity's smallest grain
fingers slipping through invisible ropes.
Broken symbols are all that remain
after the illusion of cruely stolen hopes.
His conscious is now much too frail,
and his words are now much too sinuous.
His impregnable diligence to no avail,
and his frenzied monol

ChristmasThe lights are already shining,
the gifts are under the tree,
Father Christmas arrives,
to bring me festive cheer!

Young ones and old ones play,
and the food... it's delicious!
With all my heart, I wish you
an occasion so joyous!

In the sky, the brightest star
shines especially for me.
You're also coming to celebrate.
Do you have a gift for me?

I give you my best wishes
for love, health, and a happy life,
A lot of money too!
And next year, let's celebrate one more time!

Twenty OneAll my life has been a shuffe,
cut it now, let's make a deal.
For, my hands can't keep on playing,
to this end is all i feel.

What you have to keep ongoing?
Tel me stranger, times of last.
But, I'm suited man of business,
both our times you follow fast.

'Do you know about my story?'
Asked the soldier, breathing air.
Shady stranger with no answer,
'Better now, we'll play it fair'

First of all, the lose of loved one,
Times of that, I wasn't. Gone.
Lonely wounded walking stranger.
Ace of Hearts, I am alone.

Long before i fell for pardon,
Banner-figter, proudly chose.
Now, the ghosts of my ambition;
Diamond Ace, my thorning ros

HouseYou see that old house up there?
Standing there up on that small hill
It's the one with that old rocking chair
When you look at it, do you feel a chill?

A chill running down your spine,
Striking you with a sense of fear.
The sight is something you can't define
But the sight alone will make your eyes tear.

The history behind the house is lost,
The people in town, do not yet know.
How the house had survived the frost.
Now there always sits a crow.

A crow sitting on the old rocking chair,
Guarding the house like it's owner did.
In the crow's eye is a small tear,
Looking where it's owner hid.

Night WandererThe maples have caught fire,
the hickories melted into gold.
The sun became a pale white disk,
letting the world fall into cold.

My heart has made a hollow,
to be filled when you come home.
But until that day arrives,
the barren wilderness I'll roam.

The leaves will make a bed for me,
where I will rest my weary bones.
Faded sun will turn to silver moon,
and stars appear as flecks of stone.

Underneath that velvety Fall sky,
I'll wait for wishes to come true.
Underneath that clear Autumn sky
I'll find peace until I find you.

Unnatural Decay Under a Strange Church
There's a white shelled transvestite ladybug crawling across the word "Underwear" on a Craigslist browsing computer screen in the public library.

Then it flew away into a bee's nest in the attic. Here is your epitaph: nettle tincture honey is a sweat curse and friendly lies are a pained dessert. Pretend that bee sting poison is an opium syringe, ladybug.

But the scarlet letter was her bloody joke when a gay social assassin posed as rogue busy bee named Ahab, crouched about to shatter a burgundy shelled secret like a harpoon through a stained glass window.

Across the library St. Asmodeus felt a chilled dagger through his lead filled heart

Innocent ChildThe leaves did fall,
The flowers of summer did bloom,
A long time ago,
But now, a cold endless winter reigns,
The people’s hearts have turned cold,
Like the icy crystals that hang from cottages,
A poor girl was traveling through the lands,
And she knocked on a door,
Shelter was refused and she threw off her cloak,
Behold, she was the lady of light!
The icy heart was melted and she was allowed in,
Yet she could not melt all the hearts,
Spring must come and melt them,
And for spring to come the hearts must be melted,
If there was one flower a

HarbingerFrom beyond a space where time is still,
Rises a monster who wields a murderous will.
Crimson cuts of corruption line it's carapace,
Yielding imperial eyes on a merciless face,
Engines erupt to herald the harbinger's haste.

From beyond a silence where life is dead,
Moves a deity who haunts a ponderous head.
Purple parts of penetration mark it's form,
Daunting funereal cries by a tactless storm,
Circuits corrode to hail the harbinger's harm.

From beyond a sorrow where joy is lost,
Roams a terror who obeys a wonderous ghost.
Black bolts of beatification hold it's sword,
Slaying mercurial lies to a reckless word,
Diodes deduce to

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by ~AliceMichaelis, Sep 29, 2012, 3:04:04 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

When black has stained the infinite blue,
And sleep compels me to retreat
I grin upon the thought of my blanket's sweet embrace
As I slay the dim candle I earlier lit

Shortly, I am severed from all
To see light once more
And then I spot her, grinning widely,
Composing giggles of four

She invites me in her welcoming home,
Her hands, opened wide toward me
She tells me how fun it is inside,
She tells me it's something I'd love to see

I grin in anticipation,
And lift my hands to reach her
I think of all the wonders I'd see
Stretching my arms further

Then suddenly we are afar in countless kilometers
When we were only a foot away
And her form slowly fades into darkness
With no goodbye to say

Once again, she abandons me
Behind the cold iron bars, she leaves me
She dwells in dreams,
While I am chained to harsh reality