Random Haiku's

The Butterfly

With every gust of wind,
The butterfly changes its place
On the willow.

Tears

As the deep fall down
The shy drops teas of sorrow
Raging grey acid

The Devil's Club

The devil gazed upon the developers his crooked smile stretching and his coal like eyes sparkling with a devious glint. This was his world, a world of devastation and destruction, where the reminents of lost souls, hopes and dreams which never came true laid to rest. The development of this relm had taken centuries, more than he could count, but he was finally happy, this was his "club" and he was the leader. His eyes burned with pride as he gazed upon his kingdom. To others this was a place of hell, resentment, tears, a place that was hated by all. But to him, it was home.  

Refrigerator

Haiku's are easy 

But sometimes they don't make sense 

Refrigerator 

Grace with Age

The woman had a very thin frame, she was very old and grey, but she walked with the casual elegance associated with a princess going to a midnight ball. Her wrinkled skin draped over her body like massive cobwebs hanging from a cellar. She "clicked and clacked" as her black stella heels preceded her as she strutted down the hall towards her destiny.

Seasons Through A Window #2

I gaze upon the soft brown earth through a foggy haze. My vision is out of focus, as though the winter I had once known is slowly slipping through my fingertips.

As my vision gets smaller, the beauty of nature becomes more prominent. The crisp frost of the barren season has completely deteriorated, leaving the infant of spring on the cusp of being born.

The final stage has arrived, winter has left and spring has blossomed and along with it comes a plethora of joy and wonder. The flowers are bursting into life and showering the world with their grace. Spring truly is a magnificent experience. Now all we must do is wait. Wait till the cold monster that is winter grips us again next year. 

Star Crossed Lovers

Tied up to the hands of time
I was suffering through the minutes
And you were pausing for hours
Counting down the suns until we collide
Left in the wake a heart to break
No need for control this path is best enjoyed unknown
No victor to be had
Just whispers of sand
No love lost
No love found

Found Poem

Days pass as I think to myself,

Am i alive for a reason? 

Cross boundary and fly 

to my dreams. 

Search in pain and lead me to my sorrow. 

But in some sympathy engulf my mind in imagination 

Just to let me think somewhat about 

the unthinkable.

Take my soul and allow it to ponder in unspeakable words.