The Haiku

Say, what's in a name?
Identifying as mine
My mind is on you

The Future Unfolded

Words
on a website
whisk the readers
through the thick
of daydreams
of late nights when wishes keep the writer wide awake
when writers remember a lost realm
and imagine an immaculate
world where
flaws lead to freedom
grace is given to the grieving
death decrees that debtors receive jubilee
redemption restores and refreshes
and then
those things that the readers thought
and taunted
and trivialized
thoroughly
those things that the writer revealed
and reveled in
and revisited often
those things
they became
present
processes through
People

A Haiku, Part Three

Hi there friend of bear
Passing by, no random hap'
What I wish I said

Smrow

Today is a very rainy day
You've decided to come out and play
Lying still on the pavement with the dust and decay

Today the sun is very awake
You've emerged for warmth sake
Dry, displaced, beginning to bake

Why don't you stay in your safe earthy bed?
Stop dreaming of adventure in your head?
Don't you know you might end up dead?

But it's dark down here
Doing the exact same thing each year
And truly I fear

If the risk isn't taken
Then I lived life never awakened

Five Days

Done.
Deep.
Depression.
Recession.
Sleep session.
Super stupor.
Simply astray.
Seeking always.
Always amiss.
A miss.
Little girl.
Little off target.
Literally losing.
My mind.
What do I hope to find.
Someone to pay the fine.
Fine gold.
Refined and then sold.
To the Romans.
They thought they owned Him.
Got a friend to disown Him.
Flogged and thrown Him.
To the ground.
I am unbound.
Found.
Freed.
Guaranteed.
A trip Home.
How Heavenly.
Hope.

A Haiku, Part Two

I got the message
Silence Silence Silence Sigh
I never loved you

The Green One

I will myself to stop, to finally stop running. I stop because I've reached my destination, not a final destination. Just something to reach for in this moment: the market.
             I look down at my choices. There's quite a fine array. As a creature of habit, I always go for the same ones. But not today. Today I pick the one that I've always ignored, abandoned, kept a safe distance from. I pick the green one. To match my mood.
             I have what I came for. So I pay. I leave. I can't have it yet though. I still have to wait, like I always do, like I'm used to. The bag is heavy in my hand on the walk back. Everything seems heavy.
             I make it home, just a temporary home. I wonder now if I really have an actual home or if it's just a house. There's a difference, I know.
             I clean as soon as I'm in the room. I tidy things to make them look presentable. I go through the motions so that I can keep my mind off of things, things that I'd like to run away from, things that I am not accustomed to, things that feel heavy, things that make me doubt the existence of home. Things that are painful in a way that I cannot really explain.
             Until I take a bite, and the flavors come rushing in. A lot stronger than what I expected. What I taste is sour, like things that have gone bad. What I taste is crisp, like the way porcelain must feel before it knows it is going to hit the ground and shatter into pieces. What I taste is sharp and acidic, and there is nothing else so cutting to the senses. What I taste is the perfect apple.