Haikus

Sep 21, 2005 11:53



Of heartache:
A stone I drag on
Some day I'll never know you
My wretched heartache.

Of forests:
Tucked within a dream
Truly here can I find peace
Where birds sing for me.

Of colors:
Blues and greens of earth
Soothing purples, quenching pinks
Pearls within this bleak.

Of thought:Dont wade into me ( Read more... )

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anonymous October 20 2005, 11:22:00 UTC
Of Prague:

Come out of your shells
Intellectual sad ones
gray will fade to gold

Of Munich:
Such a lovely Youth
Elders spit at me and yell
American whore

Of First Class International Flights:
Rude buissness like men
Thank god the booze is all free
Passout in midflight

Of your face:
...yeahhhhhhhhhhhh

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Check out that AWESSSOMEE song in the background.

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wow anonymous November 4 2005, 03:44:56 UTC
You are an amazing writer.

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