Haiku

  I attended this poetry first reading thing a month back where i was reminded of the simple and beautiful existence of haiku, a variation of Japanese poetry. On good days, I manage to get a few words in before hitting writer's block. And on bad days, there is only ever writer's block. I did write a few haiku's last night. Some of them are ridiculously silly. There's one that could be good. I don't know, but here's them.

I want company
Your never-ending questions
Your breathing,  your eyes

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The taste of your lips

A flavor yet discovered

But I know I'll love

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Picture her voice

As it rings and echoes through

Spaces so hollow

You feel a movement

It starts from your chest, then ends

As your noses touch

You will start to pray

For what you feel to reach her

Hoping for a smile

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You said you like plants

You had flowers but they died

A short-lived beauty

Went to the florists

Told them I need something strong

One tough little bitch

Here's a small cactus

Prickly and so resilient

I paid straight away