Haiku Trois

Yawn number sixteen.
Yet I stare at my red walls.
Midnight hunger strikes.

Windless Fall

There I lie, unspoken, such disaster.
Words spill upon such fleeting note,
yet hold disregarded words I hath wrote.
Save me not from what lies hereafter.
Such rebellious winds grope about, my hair,
my curls, such caramel curls of spoken light.
Thoughts mine spilled astray without a care,
Headed by soldiers strewn about to fight.
I beg to leave alone what hath been done.
Era's nineteen summers held the flame,
through the day it dimmed to mighty shame.
The lighter sound, for I began to run.
Fish for love, for I stand upon my death,
with shadows, shade, licking my path.
Stand aside, for darkness has a wrath
that chews maliciously upon my final breath.

Beg Thy Choices.

The fourth try.
Not final,
not charming.
I hate it.

Colors unbalanced.
Shades of gray.
Erase my memories.
Let me end it.

More Than One

Witnessed stars,
punctured poems.
Splattered paint,
never the same.
Nunca igual.

Search the blankets
of dark night skies.
Can one see,
what others strive
to see, to feel?

Steps left, right, left.
Ribbons interlaced,
knots and bows, oh my.
I am detached.
From me, from a world.

Split and torn in many.
Rumpled as ben linen.
Scattered on many paths.
Splattered road kill.
Lost prisoner of life.

Me Before Us

Not laughing.
Outside such riot.
Silently writing,
Am I too quiet?

Eyes of stare.
Speak they will,
they know I won't.
Am I too still?

Not a notice
of who, what, or where.
There is no attention.
Am I still there?

You Before Us

I see nothing,
behind the drawn curtains
of my eyes, my eyes.
My thoughts a photograph,
yet felt by his presence.
A smirk, goofy grin,
among hate, of pure innocence?
It doesn't matter.
He's already dead,
among living breaths.
Shards of black,
strung loose, tattered.
Like earth and dirt.
Such a gravestone,
already carved through his mind.

Help

What a tease.
The cardboard lies
with it's lips parted.
But the box is empty.

I stand in a river
of empty memories.
Pooling about my feet,
A rush of endless sound.

Hold the rope tight,
I don't want to fall
any farther, any faster.
Could you pull me up?