| A haiku past... |
[14 Jul 2006|03:43pm] |
in your stone tower, built by your own hands and fear, you dwell now alone.
'just a bit taller', you said, stacking high the stones, 'one more row will do.'
'no window, no door only walls, a roof and floor safe! inside myself.'
i, on the outside, lay a hand against the stone searching for your warmth.
cold stone meets warm flesh, mortared ramparts keep me checked, safely, kept outside.
no foe can enter, no enemy can reach you, and neither can i.
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| Haiku Joy... |
[14 Jul 2006|09:18am] |
Ah, such sweet delight to find a comm devoted to buttered haiku!
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[12 Jul 2006|10:34am] |
Oh noez! What misfortune! My most cherished butter cake Has crumbled to dust.
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[15 Aug 2005|11:09pm] |
Friends, oh please come back? Haiku with me, so I'm not Solitary here.
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[15 Aug 2005|11:06pm] |
Burn, the world will soon. And then just what would you do? Alone would you weep?
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[12 Jul 2005|10:56pm] |
Dustin wrote me a haiku.
puppy eaters my favorite companion now just your dinner
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| booty |
[27 Jun 2005|07:08am] |
self-medicated, we take this jaunt on our own. uphill both ways....vast
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[15 Jun 2005|04:37am] |
can you love endless- ly? ...interests drift, fade...look around. im human.
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[15 Jun 2005|03:59am] |
fuck! i am drunk! can't see straight. i l ove doctor jack daniels. batman...cool!
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| A Day to End All Days |
[09 Jun 2005|12:48pm] |
hundreds of outstretched hands, deafening moans...there is... no more room in hell.
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[02 Jun 2005|02:05am] |
xBEARDEDxLADYx: Write a haiku about Michael J. Fox. damndirtyape86: you write one about emphaseyma damndirtyape86: Parkinsens disease makes you shake and scream. Into your piles of money. xBEARDEDxLADYx: Em-phy-se-ma Retain air in lungs! Talk like robot! Bebop! Short of breath! REBOOOT!
damndirtyape86: yours is pencil sharpeners xBEARDEDxLADYx: Yours is Jugs of water, anyways. damndirtyape86: The poor farmer's wife carries large jugs of water from the well in town. xBEARDEDxLADYx: acuminated tip. stab stab! first grade is awesome! saw teacher naked!
xBEARDEDxLADYx: gas masks damndirtyape86: external hard drives damndirtyape86: My hands on my face, Mustard gas and olive clothes, My insides are burned. xBEARDEDxLADYx: Expensive, but good looking. Needz back-up my pron. Early disconnect.
xBEARDEDxLADYx: do one about hockey damndirtyape86: you do one about adding a cd to your cd wallet and painstakingly moving all of the other cds down one space damndirtyape86: In an arena covered in sheets of white ice, sweat still drips from brow. xBEARDEDxLADYx: as collection grows, expands, we relocate. first one said, roll over.
damndirtyape86: yours is about deciding where to put a new download xBEARDEDxLADYx: Haha. I want you to write one about the Metallica/Napster incident. damndirtyape86: Songs shared here and there, Kirk Hammett finds out and wants the cash in downloads. xBEARDEDxLADYx: C? D? F?! Not grades! WHAT HARD DRIVE?! NAPSTER! Pirates, they hate copyrights.
xBEARDEDxLADYx: Can you write about the ants that tried to drink the jug of lemonade I left out? damndirtyape86: yours is about treehouses damndirtyape86: Left feet, right feet, slurp. Drop by drop, they pick away at the lemonade. xBEARDEDxLADYx: Miles up, the ewok village was the sweetest tree house. Then wookie smash.
xBEARDEDxLADYx: Write one about Bessie Smith damndirtyape86: yours is about picassos blue period damndirtyape86: Sing it high, then low. Set the bar, for those ahead So that no one can top you. xBEARDEDxLADYx: Casagemas died. Let's paint some shit blue and act sad. Next comes rose-tone.
xBEARDEDxLADYx: Write one about the hairy woodpecker damndirtyape86: no way man xBEARDEDxLADYx: Picoides villosus damndirtyape86: im about to go to sleep xBEARDEDxLADYx: It's a bird! xBEARDEDxLADYx: All right, I'll write it. damndirtyape86: ha, im lazy xBEARDEDxLADYx: Hairy Woodpecker Seven-point-five inches long. White back, white underparts. How far down your throat?
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[31 May 2005|01:07am] |
Is this right? Hopes. Dreams. Maybe better left unsaid. Leave them, walk away.
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[22 Apr 2005|01:49pm] |
i hate you so much my handsome, lying lover so cold, so far - gone
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| Malboro Man |
[22 Apr 2005|01:44pm] |
Cowboys ride horses. To young idolizing teens, cigarettes they sell.
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[08 Apr 2005|02:45am] |
The goal is to write atleast five haikus about a movie. You try. Seeeeeeeerrrrgio.
Falling Down (1992)
one soda. twelve ounces. smash -- destroy -- consume -- enjoy baseball bat justice!
a bag full of guns promenade down the alley head for the playground
why you get two bags? hey! you have two, i have zero. welcome to gangland.
gappy toof boss rick. no breakfast? tec nine! tec nine! vomit bang joke laugh!
a clue! a clue! look! D-FENSE. DEFENSE! Yo Mr. Lee! whats wrong with the street?
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| q-tips |
[16 Feb 2005|01:58pm] |
lickable and clean. thats how you leave me feeling. in my ears at least.
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