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salovie · 1 year
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This is about needing—
oxygen, answers,
a minute to think,
to break the rules for once,
to trust in something greater,
to stumble along in nothing but love.
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hkayakh · 4 months
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Reblog if this haiku was written for you
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haikuku · 2 years
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Feral Child
Silently, I sit alone amongst the chaos, afraid to make a sound. The shades are drawn, but the TV is on, giving away my presence. Heart pounding, I hold my breath, praying that they’ll soon go away. There’s someone at the door, and I dare not invite them in.
Who are they? Why are they here? What do they want?  What if they knew of the squalor hidden inside these walls? Please just leave me alone, do not intrude, go on with your day. There’s someone at the door, but this life is all I know.
--haikuku (20 September 2022)
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idaofinfinity · 1 year
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Carnival
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An abundance of
beginnings cling to their palms.
Paint, flecks, in pieces.
Edited original photo. Annecy, France
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How blessed we are to
Live on a planet on which
We can be loved by
Very fuzzy and soft creatures.
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musanocturnis · 8 months
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The skies are above And the seas are below And your gentle glow Are the stars that I know
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frogg093 · 1 year
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I want to start writing Haikus and stuff bc it's like fun or whatever but I just KNOW I'd end up aggressively throwing my pen across the room because I'm so bad at making up pretty words to go into pretty sentences.
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salovie · 1 year
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“Sleep” is the thing with thorns -
That blooms along the path -
And sways away when I reach and pray -
To pluck it in my grasp -
And when at last - I touch it - pricks
And stings along my palm -
Is such a rest worth all these tricks -
Should I keep furthering Along?
I’ve heard it is Important -
But so hard to obtain -
And tougher yet - to hold on tight,
Without fight - to Dream again.
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illusorysinger · 11 months
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wearing acrylic nails just to try them
learning curve but
Tappy clicky happy clacky
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haikubotfanclub · 2 years
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attention all!
the haiku bot fan club staff is pleased to unveil the new HBFC discord server! we're so excited to get to know everyone, and for y'all to get to know each other.
all are welcome, so come join us :)
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haikuku · 1 year
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Snow Globe
Our every interaction
Leaves my insides
Churned up
Like a shaken snow globe,
My passions stirred,
My feelings unleashed,
As the glittery fake snow
Afloat in the watery sky,
A beautiful swirling mess.
What am I left with
When you are gone and
The squall subsides?
A world placid yet dull
With sentimental drifts
Of emotions unexamined,
Reminders of the 
Seductive chaos
Urging me to 
Shake the sphere
Yet again.
I control the weather
Inside my little globe
Except when I can’t
And the blizzard
Consumes me.
--haikuku
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robynshellhole · 2 years
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Witches Brew
I'm concocting brews,
For poisoning and curing
And so heed my words;
Do not drink crimson vials.
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Ode to Chipotle
Feeling a bit under the weather today. This is an actual text that I sent to a friend a little while ago:
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Said friend was very correct in pointing out that the gender of the bringer really didn't matter if delicious Chipotle was involved. Odd conversation ensued, as tends to happen with us.
Random lines of several different as-yet unwritten poems shooting through my head, all mashed together like a fine guacamole. Also playing with an idea to finally get a real avatar for this site. *smirk*
If any strange poetry shows up here later, chalk it up to the suffering caused by lack of hot person feeding me Chipotle....
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The little village was vanished,
Consumed,
By the phantoms of morning's rain.
The hills are haunted,
And wandered,
By the mist that remains.
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idaofinfinity · 2 years
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Pont des Amours
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Midnight, we don’t leave
this bridge, alight for us, for
what we have become.
Original photo, edited. Pont des Amours, Annecy, France
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michiau · 2 years
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哼~啧~唉
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