'Haiku'

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What is life to me? Something I cannot have yet. Change is on it's way.
Avengers save world: The demigods of today, make Disney money.
Apollo’s haikus, They are really something else, still becoming worse. He struts into clubs
Heard them all before You speak without intention Empty promises
I used to live for sleepless nights, endless fun, but priorities change.   Like mom always said a body must have balance. Work hard, eat well, sleep in peace.   Growing up is tough,
First breath, my new worldNewborn legs find footing onThe path of my life
Lost a nail today in synagogue; flipped my brother off.  
The sunflowers bend. They break their own backs to shine; maybe they want more.  
Life is a movie. I seem to be caught mid-scene and there is no plot.  
Do not blame me, NO. You chose to fill her body While you emptied mine.  
Awkward is the space That is left in this blank room. I’m sorry, I can’t love.  
Fingertips are torn, I do not want your love here. I am immortal.  
Blue are the eyes, cold. Wait for the ocean to roar; She will be the moon.  
Under the fall leaves Sitting, waiting for answers, The world stops, let’s see.  
Tell me, silently, That you never loved me; easy. What a lie you sang.  
Heels tapped on the floor In the auburn summer sky, The birds shrieked, why try?  
Eyes burn bright red, pained, Cold is the bed when alone; Maybe she sang once.  
I don’t hear the wind, But the breath of the world sighs; “Cry me a river.”  
A loop and a pull Chains to stitches to blankets It's the little things
I grow up faster,  Darkness chases the blind man; I must glow brighter.
The sky is painted The canvas filled with colors As the sun goes down  
The sky is painted The canvas filled with colors As the sun goes down  
Swirling mass of nervesSelf-perception hexed to hellBut, I carry on.
My Fears are now gone They went away with hard work No fear forever   I was once Anxious It went away with some Time Confidence is key
To My Mother Momma he beats me. What do you want for dinner? Leftovers sound fine.   To My Rapist Bruises are bone deep, Your name is burned on my skin,
white fluffy pillows floating high up in the sky hiding the bright sun
Warmth races through me  as the morning sun ascends.  Escape from winter 
The light is too bright.  I wish that the bulb would burst  across the burnt grass
Fragile silk clinging Cruel wind buffets and strains Unimagined strength
My mentor is love Thank you for the lessons taught The good and the bad
Kindness above all You are so helpful and strong Thank you, I love you   A shoulder for tears Loving advice and wisdom Always supportive   Though sometimes stern
Unwanted offspring Beloved nevertheless Though by another
rough lips / salty taste sticky tears / inside secrets glowing embers / You?
Haiku, to poets, Is as Ballroom to dancers: Form gives confidence.
Conjure up some wit. Write, revise, and rearrange 'Til you make it fit.
One thing to avoid, My son, is striped sunshine. Don't call me for bail.
Haiku in my sight, Pen in hand, gripped very tight; Sadly, thought takes flight.
Luscious light blue sea After the frantic ripping storm Emotions are freed  
  In the deep blue sea Corals hiding the fishes From floating plastics  
Poetry is art That helps us brave this strange world And express our souls
Poems are pictures, They show you who you are and, Who you used to be.
Oh, sweet liberty. The graphite scratches along, so now I am free.   Free to feel all things Liberated emotions My heart holds no rules.   Thank you, poetry,
Poetry whispers Pleas vulnerability Allows love and pain  
Poetry whispers Pleas vulnerability Allows love and pain  
Poetry whispers Pleas vulnerability Allows love and pain  
A simple string of letters  can help ignorance escape  in the light of spring 
Cool wind makes me glad Like when you kissed me that day The day I was sad 
Me, Bad poetry Can't I write like how I paint  I'll Stick to Haikus.   Too hard to weave words, But adequate enough, if I stick to Haikus.   Try my best but still.
Read between the lines. Stay open and look beyond, the answers are there.
Introduction Do not pity me I got myself into this I’ll write myself out   Beginning Lines on a clean page
Poetry is good  for giving perspective to those who do not see
Mayhem on your mind. When you find peace, then we’ll be. Earn back what is yours.
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