Sleep Deprived

Back ache
And a strange eye twitch
Are what make
Me want to turn off the light switch.

I need more sleep
But when I try
My thoughts begin to creep,
And sleep betrays me without me knowing why.

Not much time I give
To every word left on the page-
My thoughts are only to live-
And live to see the new age.

The Decision

The man
hesitated
to spend
his last
dollar bill.

He had
grown
connected
to it
while it
was in
his
pocket.

THRINGER

There was a creature on the dock.
It muttered one word over and over.
Time went the furthest it ever had before
For the Thringer on the dock.

He waited for days, months, and years
For the ship to come sailing in.

He was sadly disappointed
When a rusty old fishing boat came.

"THIS IS ALL I GET?!" the Thringer screamed.
And the fishing boat
Turned
Around
And
Left.

Trying to Help

I feel so much for them
They can't understand.
I mourn with those that mourn.
And hope to comfort them.
But I can't do anything about it.
I feel powerless.

Traumas so different, I could not have
Ever thought about them.
Hearts so broken,
That the blowing wind seems
To put them back together
Better than they were.

I can't help.
And helping is all
I've ever wanted to do.

I have failed.
And failure was not an option.

I tried to lose faith,
But all I did was give myself more.
If everyone else can keep going
With destroyed lives
Why can't I go about my own,
Which it is perfect?

I do not deserve perfection.
I deserve to understand
The things I can't.
I can't bring myself
To break the bounds.

Untamed

One ache to untame.

Not enough done:

For who is to blame,

When I'm the only one?

A book I read:

It had many words therein-

Or at least thats what they said

My eyes could do nothing but stay in.

Rising above the swamp's terror

I realized in a subtle change -

That seeing is error,

And the blind have the true sight range.

Warm terror engulfed me,

As I huddled into myself for cold.

What is it that made me flee?

I feel old.

New Hue

The blue pulses ripped
From the motley collection of sky
And collided suddenly
With the hurtful red
Resulting in some sort of new hue
That I had never seen
Before.

The Hue crunched inward
Confused at its true purpose.
Round and round it went again;
Needing to find what it was.

It went again, dizzy.
But the red had morphed into blue
And the blue had turned impossible.
They were stuck
As solid gold.

Bridges of Blindness (a collection of Haikus)

She looked around her
Looking with her tear-streaked face
Will anyone help

She tried to tell him
But he didn't understand
In the underneath

Bridges far under
He still did not understand
For his eyes were blind

He looked across her
And suddenly he saw it
Hurting her inside

Come closer to me
He said to her from across
The bridge of blindness

Stay close to me
She pleaded him for a friend
and he understood

Underneath the hill
A friendship once lost now found
Still thriving again

Change from true?

Finding myself in true,
I led myself to believe for a second
that I could change from my past.
I could learn to love again.

Change is a bit harder than it is made out to be
a little bumpy, a little coarse,
and certainly painful.
Finding remorse in what we could have had
when she left me behind.
and while thinking about that
I stopped to wonder for a second:
will I ever be knowledgeable of who I am,
or is life merely a game of hide and seek?

I don't really care anymore,
I'm content to go with the wiles of the world
and be free,
to roll in the blowing wind-
and to let it change me.

'The Virus

It took everyone in the town in a single night
No time for fear, no time for fright.
It just left them all - still as can be
looking, but nothing to see.

It was as if time stopped for a single breath,
and the dream became stiller than death.

Why do we still wonder who we are
when we struggle to look even that far.
These people are in the same place still,
will you still go where you will?

Wallop

The wall

I hit first

then the glass 

in my short window

that was too small.

repeatedly-

sounding off again.

Wallop.
Wallop.

another glass broken

another stifled cry.

There was too many reasons

to do this to everyone else

but never me.

but I still did it.

I twisted my hand

and saw the reflection 

of what I had become

and walloped myself.

These haikus. are random and hilarious.

Quadruple epic
gnarled sport Greece frog frosted
veal understanding

yodeler green pound
scrumptious nose ginger under
porcupine smacker

wheelbarrow pizza
Submarine anti-sister
frolic in the fear

ingenious helpful
I don't understand that much
watery quitter

forging grids Bros oil
lob regress mower squid help
strengths ending more sent

Kangaroo mortise
wetland snarl in the city
reaching out rope hurt

 

Far Away

The ocean is only so deep
As to make it impossible to reach,
Like a hand
On the edge
Of my reality.

Tingling swaths of sound scream
Stifled by the cruel bands of time.
The voice shattered, the youth faded,
Although its screams are heard.

Frantic writing
Drawing me closer
To insanity?
To sleep?
To the things reaching for me.

Pulled apart at the edges
Searching for the true lies.
What happens when your dreams
Understand more than you do?

My fingers grasp the extremity,
But I crumble, attempting to hold
The weight of everything.

On the verge of dropping
Into the impossible chasm.

The Ocean is too far away;
But too close.

Museum (a pantoum)

They found him in the marsh, alas
Why did they find him there?
He was in the wilderness of glass,
Those eyes locked in an unseeing stare.

Why did they find him there?
They should have just let him be
Those eyes locked in a stare:
Should not be staring at me.

They should have just let him be
A relic in his own right,
Should not be staring at me -
but exist in the weedy light.

A relic has his own right.
It has the right to be free they say:
not exist in the weedy light.
It is under constant eye's weigh.

"He has the right to be free!" they say
But they lock him in a building tight
Under constant eye's weigh,
With the economy sized halogen lights bright.

They lock him in a building tight
Without his petrified consent:
With the economy sized halogen lights bright.
His uneventful life is over-spent.

Without his petrified consent
They found him in the marsh, alas
His uneventful life over-spent.
He is in the wilderness of glass.

Sarcastic

I'm the best at everything:

the completest idea,

the greatest hymn.

I can do anything I put my mind to-

I can try anything I try to,

I can't fail.

Why must I always tell the truth?

Because I have never lied.

An appointment I must make 

with someone I tried to fake,

but left me penniless on the shore

wow. life is perfect.

always.

happy.

I will be better tomorrow than I was today

straying from the path was never my way

Life moves so slowly

slowly for my taste.

everything is expected.

everything.

(snow in late march)

Heart torn

Mkay.

yeah.

Wait, what?

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I thought.

no.

I knew.

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You were the person I least expected to do that.

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but why?

its me isn't it.

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its always me.

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mhmm.

too good for you?

not true.

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but.

no.

Wait!

...

I.

I don't know.