poetry

Poetry Corner

Imagine your own dark coffeehouse style music playing in the background

This is the place where my feelings and thoughts can come out and play.

A lot of the poems I write are haikus because they're short and sweet, just like anything else I usually write or say. To be a true haiku it should be about nature so it has that beauty to it, but you can consider it a haiku as long as it has the 5-7-5 syllable structure to it.

Here's a haiku about haikus. Enjoy

This one I think is the best haiku I've ever written

First five then seven
followed by five syllables
Simply marvelous

Spider, how do you
weave a web with all that string
when you're only feet?

Often, I do a lot of thinking while lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Sometimes I'll think of one or two there. That's where these next two came from.

The stars above us
Wonders for millennia
Complex yet simple

Thunder, clouds, and rain
come together in summer
to cleanse golden fields

This is one I came up with after a bad day at bowling and wasn't too cheerful.

This is one that I just made up off the top of my head while bored

Sod off everyone
Stay away or feel my wrath
You will go squish now

Noble trumpeting
remembering for ages
The giant elephant

(9/28/05) This one is me just letting my feelings out. I don't really like writting long things, but when it comes, it comes

My brain is a mess
I must confess
It's just a giant storm
Which lately is the norm
Can't think
Can't drink
Can't fly
Can't cry
No clue what to do
I'm blue, it's true
My head is pounding
My heart is drowning
Stop it.
Drop it
Make it go away
I can't take it another day
There's never anyone around
In my world there's nary a sound
People are always abound
But never with me, I'm never found
They'll talk
They'll walk
They'll chill
They'll thrill

But for me it's never
I could just pull a lever
And fall down a bottomless pit
While few would notice my missing wit
My feeling is oft depressing
I'm sure it's not a blessing
With my mind it is messing
And how to end it I'm still guessing
I'ts all bleak
For this freak
For this pain
Does not wain
The emptiness, the loneliness
The darkness, the vast nothingness
For drowning sorrows does not occur
All else goes by as a blur
On nothing can I seem to focus
I could use some hocus pocus
Someday perhaps my ills will vanish
And all of them I shall banish
But today isn't that day
So I am forced to remain this way

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