This is a haiku
This counts as a poem right?
There, the block is gone now!
goddammit!!
I have thoughts; come feel them run from your nimble fingers and through your hair to your heart.
This is a haiku
This counts as a poem right?
There, the block is gone now!
goddammit!!
Call yourself the light?
when all you bring is darkness.
like long winter nights.
your cold words sting and cut deep
I long for your warm kindness.
We grew close
Like a moth to a roaring fire
I clutched a rose though I knew well
of the thorns it bore
Yet you surprised me
Oh dear! look at what I've done
I said rubbing my tear soaked hands
My burnt flesh in scars
And away went the moth to seek kindness
Elsewhere
Fist love,
and it wasn't infatuation.
For that age I could not tell though,
it felt true, like deep admiration.
The end was upon us
and I cursed the Gods,
I wept my wells dry
sewed presents against odds.
With each stitch, it grew dark
and I pressed on,
I hoped you'd remember
after WE were gone.
We split apart
how unthinking was I,
I didn't water it
and I watched it die.
Now you hate me.
I think I hate you?
I shook my fist at the Gods
and at the mirror
yet the fault is mine,
Should I have been on a path not chosen?
Would you have stayed if I had spoken?
Should I have said words when the light
faded?
I can see what you cannot,
Shadows move where they should not
people hide their thoughts inside
The malice outward you cannot find.
But if you see what I can see,
You will be lost as lost as me,
For what I see in my mind's eye
You cannot for you are blind.
Why do you care,
with your wicked schemes
why do you care about what I read,
leave me alone,
I am a shadow,
I have lived invisible,
Do not give me your sight.