I firmly believe that Haiku are not utilized to their full potential. The form is so simple, and yet so exact that it creates a structure that seems to chase people away. Personally, I love Haiku and I love spending time looking out at the world and creating little Haiku stories about what I see.

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You in the corner!
The one that’s hoarding feathers.
Do you dream of flight?

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Because I like pain.
It seemed like the best answer…
Or, honest, at least.

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Why don’t you give up?
I really want to punch you
when you talk to me.

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When you kissed my face
I thought I felt myself die.
Twas a false alarm!

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Getting quickly dressed
ducking behind a dumpster?
Not your best moment.

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That drink you just spilled
is creeping up on that guy’s
really nice, white shoes.

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You called him ugly
but now you are kissing him.
Must have lost a bet.

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Yes, you’re a stalker
if you follow him all day
just to see him smile.

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It’s a shame to see
you just run away like this
with my purse and phone

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Little girl, so small,
waiting, patient, and quiet,
while mom leaves to smoke.

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I think it’s his smile,
or his eyes, maybe his wit,
or perhaps his bum.

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I can give you love,
or I can give you money–
I’ve no time for both.

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Breath does not come cheap.
Each inhale, each exhale costs
time and energy.

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It takes some practice–
sitting alone, watching time,
contemplating night.

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It was a churchyard,
(once, before the hordes rose up)
now it’s a disco.

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Walking amongst you,
those who’ve long been in this place,
I feel myself fall.

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It was a dark night,
a stormy night, a long night.
Maybe it was day?

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Perhaps I misjudged
just how disturbing it is
that this is your home…

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There’s no way to know
if this goes poorly or well,
but life requires risk.