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-22-
in the earth
two silver trails
wind around
scattered
slug pellets
-21-
early evening moon
pink-tipped daisies
close their sleepy lashes
-20-
amid the still ivy birdsong bursting through
-19-
nodding heads
bluebells under the shady green
-18-
scattered thoughts
on the wind
dancing dandelion seeds
-17-
specks of brilliant blue
flies feasting on faeces
-16-
uncovering
someone else's memories
peeling wallpaper
-15-
playing cards
my grandparents
cheat together
-14-
morning -
wood smoke
still lingering
in my hair
and in my heart
-13-
fingers
sinking into earth -
the beech's roots
-12-
mapped out
across the lawn
continents of daisies
-11-
collecting raindrops
an upturned umbrella
sits in the stream
-10-
settling down
in fresh-laundered clothes
dog hairs
-9-
bouncing through bluebells
a squirrel's tail
-8-
Indian battle cry
echoing through the dells
children at war
-7-
writing home...
contrail kisses
across the sky
-6-
bloodying
the parking lot
shredded poppies
-5-
choral music
floating through curtains...
football fans' cries
-4-
in the park
an afternoon drink
under the sun -
two homeless men
and their dog
-3-
pouring into the empty sky a surge of chattering swallows
-2-
twisting around
the iron railing
discoloured with age -
spotted ivy
and a stray cat
-1-
in the gutter
a broken eggshell
fills with rain
in the earth
two silver trails
wind around
scattered
slug pellets
-21-
early evening moon
pink-tipped daisies
close their sleepy lashes
-20-
amid the still ivy birdsong bursting through
-19-
nodding heads
bluebells under the shady green
-18-
scattered thoughts
on the wind
dancing dandelion seeds
-17-
specks of brilliant blue
flies feasting on faeces
-16-
uncovering
someone else's memories
peeling wallpaper
-15-
playing cards
my grandparents
cheat together
-14-
morning -
wood smoke
still lingering
in my hair
and in my heart
-13-
fingers
sinking into earth -
the beech's roots
-12-
mapped out
across the lawn
continents of daisies
-11-
collecting raindrops
an upturned umbrella
sits in the stream
-10-
settling down
in fresh-laundered clothes
dog hairs
-9-
bouncing through bluebells
a squirrel's tail
-8-
Indian battle cry
echoing through the dells
children at war
-7-
writing home...
contrail kisses
across the sky
-6-
bloodying
the parking lot
shredded poppies
-5-
choral music
floating through curtains...
football fans' cries
-4-
in the park
an afternoon drink
under the sun -
two homeless men
and their dog
-3-
pouring into the empty sky a surge of chattering swallows
-2-
twisting around
the iron railing
discoloured with age -
spotted ivy
and a stray cat
-1-
in the gutter
a broken eggshell
fills with rain
Literature
Quote
Why are you crying?
**I've lost something**
What did you lose?
**nothing becasue it never existed in the first place**
Than why are you sad?
**becasue nothing was everything I had**
Literature
Cuts
Dyke.
Fag.
Queer.
Words I've come to know as name.
They jeer and they push and they taunt.
I give them no tears, no blood, no hurt.
I remain as sturdy as stone.
Underneath I am crumbling.
Do they know each word is a cut?
A mentally inflicted wound?
With every sharp letter,
I am left with another hurt to heal.
What does it matter?
Why should I care?
Their ignorance should not bother me.
But it does and it will, forever.
I am still a person.
Still worth the attention and voice of any other.
But they don't care.
I'm worthless, useless, beneath them.
I'm gay.
Literature
Scars
I didn't do it to hurt you
Or to make you mad at me
I didn't do it to show you
The emotional side of me
I did it only to remind me
Of things that shouldn't be
Of pain I've had
Of love I've lost
And what someday
Will be
The scars I hide
For none to see
Are worse than these my dear
And in my heart
The scars I hide
Are the only thing I fear
Suggested Collections
a haiku a day for the month of may.
16-05-10: finally catching up! #16 is a re-write of an old haiku that I've been meaning to do for ages.
critique would be lovely, quite a few of these need some working on.
16-05-10: finally catching up! #16 is a re-write of an old haiku that I've been meaning to do for ages.
critique would be lovely, quite a few of these need some working on.
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