2015 April HaikuWriMo by Cerebraphasia, literature
Literature
2015 April HaikuWriMo
vi.
Savoring nectar,
Drips soothe a fervid longing,
Tingles on the skin,
Crackles of thunder afar,
Bare skin feels a raindrop prick.
v.
Still the clouds linger,
Echoes bring love in sweet May,
April beginning.
iv.
Daydream of summer,
The dandelions dancing,
Green earth and deep breaths.
iii.
Spirits haunt the trees,
Sirens in the meadow cry,
Here sleepless I wait.
ii.
Rivers overflow,
Tugged aside her crescent veil,
Twilight aches the earth.
i.
Midnight sun-like shine,
Glance up at the moon above,
Kissed warm by starlight.
An ever deepening shade
Enveloping
All of the senses, dulling and sullen
All of memory, burning with sorrow
Beyond veils without measure,
Soaked bitterly
In illogical reason, wading at the waist
In it's sloshing sludgy consistency,
With the means to trap in terror,
And shame, it's all lost to meaning here,
The words, nothing compares to nothing,
That's the vile stream on which it floats,
Depressions in the flow of depression.
Suspicion of a thing out of reach,
Winter's End come,
Into living Spring, the dead awake,
Probe some heart as it may beseech,
Sick must it seem to those so near,
Space's between,
Separating in quiet, growing alone,
Probe some mind seeming so unclear,
Creep in the darkness surrounding,
Question's of faith,
Disguised in the eyes, things I can touch,
Probe some sky yet naught is resounding,
Nightly visit's a conscience thinning,
Love in some place,
Tucked under the sorrow, peeking a bit,
Probe some hands with intent of sinning,
Pores bleed a message from the leech,
Suckling of teeth,
Worried by what's missing, enough for fear,
Probe some hea
I'm still there,
Sparks and smoke, a scene,
Remember,
Rain and lies unseen,
Dew curtain,
Hazy blue outside,
Warm water,
Swishing of the tide,
She's all loose,
Waits to grin at me,
I'm still there,
Way down by the sea.
Black and white is the motif,
Laying out the sides of strife,
Between which I stand torn,
Mourning in waiting aside,
Moaning and twisting, I see her,
Gripping her hair and screaming,
Supple impure skin for squeezing,
A tempting sin in dreams repeating,
Time ticks on by more slowly,
A useless bauble catches the eye,
Is it here in boredom I've found peace of mind?
Green and red are the colors,
Yearning to dress me in white,
Confused by the difference between,
Wonder if in truth I am blind,
Visions thro
Withdrawn and loathing not toward any one,
When torment becomes an expected company,
Blind and feeling through what lies are guessed,
A gnawing ache twists the innards and mind,
Seeking comfort of self in isolation,
A thought, a burning flame through shadow,
With lights of colors fleeting and nameless,
A display that dazzles and bewilders at once,
It pours forth in a pool of rippling waves alight,
Within which to bathe in isolation,
Fingers play with a billowing green smoke,
Drifting here and there in euphoric hypnosis,
Until a question comes as a whisper in the dark,
“Is it I that flows upon the current of time,
or does time flow upo
2015 April HaikuWriMo by Cerebraphasia, literature
Literature
2015 April HaikuWriMo
vi.
Savoring nectar,
Drips soothe a fervid longing,
Tingles on the skin,
Crackles of thunder afar,
Bare skin feels a raindrop prick.
v.
Still the clouds linger,
Echoes bring love in sweet May,
April beginning.
iv.
Daydream of summer,
The dandelions dancing,
Green earth and deep breaths.
iii.
Spirits haunt the trees,
Sirens in the meadow cry,
Here sleepless I wait.
ii.
Rivers overflow,
Tugged aside her crescent veil,
Twilight aches the earth.
i.
Midnight sun-like shine,
Glance up at the moon above,
Kissed warm by starlight.
An ever deepening shade
Enveloping
All of the senses, dulling and sullen
All of memory, burning with sorrow
Beyond veils without measure,
Soaked bitterly
In illogical reason, wading at the waist
In it's sloshing sludgy consistency,
With the means to trap in terror,
And shame, it's all lost to meaning here,
The words, nothing compares to nothing,
That's the vile stream on which it floats,
Depressions in the flow of depression.
Suspicion of a thing out of reach,
Winter's End come,
Into living Spring, the dead awake,
Probe some heart as it may beseech,
Sick must it seem to those so near,
Space's between,
Separating in quiet, growing alone,
Probe some mind seeming so unclear,
Creep in the darkness surrounding,
Question's of faith,
Disguised in the eyes, things I can touch,
Probe some sky yet naught is resounding,
Nightly visit's a conscience thinning,
Love in some place,
Tucked under the sorrow, peeking a bit,
Probe some hands with intent of sinning,
Pores bleed a message from the leech,
Suckling of teeth,
Worried by what's missing, enough for fear,
Probe some hea
I'm still there,
Sparks and smoke, a scene,
Remember,
Rain and lies unseen,
Dew curtain,
Hazy blue outside,
Warm water,
Swishing of the tide,
She's all loose,
Waits to grin at me,
I'm still there,
Way down by the sea.
Black and white is the motif,
Laying out the sides of strife,
Between which I stand torn,
Mourning in waiting aside,
Moaning and twisting, I see her,
Gripping her hair and screaming,
Supple impure skin for squeezing,
A tempting sin in dreams repeating,
Time ticks on by more slowly,
A useless bauble catches the eye,
Is it here in boredom I've found peace of mind?
Green and red are the colors,
Yearning to dress me in white,
Confused by the difference between,
Wonder if in truth I am blind,
Visions thro
Withdrawn and loathing not toward any one,
When torment becomes an expected company,
Blind and feeling through what lies are guessed,
A gnawing ache twists the innards and mind,
Seeking comfort of self in isolation,
A thought, a burning flame through shadow,
With lights of colors fleeting and nameless,
A display that dazzles and bewilders at once,
It pours forth in a pool of rippling waves alight,
Within which to bathe in isolation,
Fingers play with a billowing green smoke,
Drifting here and there in euphoric hypnosis,
Until a question comes as a whisper in the dark,
“Is it I that flows upon the current of time,
or does time flow upo
But Summer Doesn't by Itsjustwordsreally, literature
Literature
But Summer Doesn't
There's a candle,
I lit every day,
There's a window,
I left open all winter,
the candle,
for the one I wished to stay,
little did she know,
I was still into her,
There's a breeze,
moving the flame,
it was just like she moved,
with elegance,
Theres a tease,
killing my flame,
such a shame,
killing my second chance.
2015 April HaikuWriMo by AlwaysRainCheck, literature
Literature
2015 April HaikuWriMo
XXX. Spring time
My favorite thing
to do, waste weightless hours
thinking about you
XXIX. Alone
The only light, a moon,
and shooting stars
in the ashtray-
you whisper happy birthday
to your midnight self
XXVIII. The end
And I know, my dear,
when we’ll talk again
it will be about the weather
XXVII. Of icebergs and men
We only get to see
the surface,
but it is enough
to drown us
XXVI. Old refrain
Something familiar
in the sadness of your words
these days -
I wonder who has the right to decide
the difference between your sorrow and mine
XXV. Contemplation
Who am I,
at the end of the
*30*
ハンドルにピンクリボンを中国へ
handoru ni pinku ribon wo chuugoku e
A pink ribbon on the handle,
To China I go.
*29*
ラッゲージにこれそれあれを朝の微雨
ruggeji ni kore sore are wo asa no biu
To my luggage,
This, that and those-
Morning drizzle
*27*
雀たち枝で喋るや事故の道
suzume tachi eda de shaberu ya jiko no michi
The sparrows chat on the branches-
Accident on the road
*
navigating the heart
braving perilous emotions
plowing uncharted waters
stormy verbose oceans
paper sails fan liquid flames
surviving doldrums arid plains
entering ports with exotic names
I wander and wonder
pirate and plunder
fish down under
at home with the stars
sailing the extreme
in my Ship of words
this sailors dream
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
I'm still there,
Sparks and smoke, a scene,
Remember,
Rain and lies unseen,
Dew curtain,
Hazy blue outside,
Warm water,
Swishing of the tide,
She's all loose,
Waits to grin at me,
I'm still there,
Way down by the sea.