Third Law of Motion"Third Law of Motion"pairsofheartscollideandrelaybackfromwhencetheycame,renderedlonely
Riddle Me Captivated"Riddle Me Captivated"From far-off lands I comeAnd price myself quite high.My juices, wrung from that which someMay come to hate, and some may come to love,Often mold into masks of pretense,wit, seduction, et cetera, et cetera.To reside in my glass castle,My fate.To serve others and their own selfish desires,My duty.Though now, even filthy peasantsmay come to claim me as their own.It is depressing, really.
Assorted Non-HaikuAssorted Non-Haiku(Some are real, some are would-be's, some are just funky, but they all do the 5-7-5. )Rock tells Fire, "Where wouldI be without my partneror you without me?"Heart feels heavy to-night like a water balloonsagging in its weight.They all stand in fearatop their mountain of dirt.Fear the garden hose.Synthetic rosesline the head to her bed; shesleeps in discomfort.Egyptian perfumecan consume your senses orcause your nose to bleed.As I write haikuI must count on my fingersand sound syllables.Sleepy spheres of sight,I beseech you bid me rest,not dote upon night.
I likedthe coffeeflavored ones"I liked the coffee-flavored ones"What was a boybut a vacuum bagof cooties?What was detentionbut a mountainof dictionaries?What was the ice cream truckthat never rolled aroundmy block?Frankly, I don't know,but it suremakes me considerbecoming an ice creamwoman.
the cure by emichan"the cure"encapsuledwith common sense,I am downedwith a vengeance.
dont forget the sales tax"don't forget the sales tax"Hello, world;I've got fifty cents.Is that enoughTo buy someWar Paint?I wasn't intendingTo run anyErrands, soI know MotherWill be pleased.
LateNight with Adobe Photoshop"late night with Adobe Photoshop"Droopy eyes-my brain resized-by dots per inch(that's d.p.i.)To dream up suns,I squint and sigh-File > Save As:"My Rendered Mind."
Remorse"Remorse"I'm sorry. Can I even begin to say that? Or were my deeds too dirty to absolve? I may not fully understand you, and I may not want to, either. But the fact remains-I'm sorry. Sorry for taking advantage of what you've provided me to take advantage of. Sorry for soiling my own laundry that I washed every Sunday. Sorry for being the perfect little non-daughter.I apologize. Be it for my mental health or the world's, I apologize. Misguided, misinformed, misunderstood: whichever I was, I still am. But I know now my value. I apologize for being colorblind enough to not see your rainbows upon sunflowers upon gardenias upon peacocks that you've showered me with. And most of all... I apologize for being sorry.