The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
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Showing posts with label
Haiku
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Wednesday, January 24, 2018
sunlightKisses
When I can bring you
Warmth of the soul, don’t complain
When you stand in shade.
Monday, January 1, 2018
The First Full Moon
I felt the cry from
The broken wolf as she leaned
To nuzzle the moon.
Monday, October 16, 2017
Clear As Day
The words that speak the
Loudest are sometimes words that
Are never spoken.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Ekko
Listen closely dears.
Silence often sounds just like
A heart that’s breaking.
Monday, August 7, 2017
The Fall of Shadows
No matter how bright
I may shine, I will always
Stand in her eclipse.
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
The Broken Sun
How can you dance when
Everything surrounding you
Turns to pitch black night?
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
She Who Listened
You are begging to
be understood. To be heard.
Trust me. So am I.
Thursday, November 10, 2016
slowDeath
The only way to
Stop the drowning is to breathe
In all the water
Friday, October 7, 2016
Water
Don't you understand?
The broken flower is fed
By tears, same as rain.
Monday, September 5, 2016
INK
The difference between
Darkness and night is knowing
When the sun will rise.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
And The Skies Weep
Fat, heavy raindrops
Falling from the darkened skies
Match my broken soul.
Friday, July 15, 2016
The Lonely Arbor
Be brave, My Willow.
The storm won't last forever.
What bends will not break.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
spinningHands
Days. Months. Years. Decades.
All of it would fly by if
I knew I'd be yours.
Thursday, June 23, 2016
The Magician's Coinpurse
I wish I had a
penny for every moment
you don't think of me.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Thrash
I
hear the thunder.
I smell the incoming storm.
Do your worst, my love.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Unsaid
But what if she died?
I never told her the depth
Of my affection.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Lessons Learned in Limbo
I can't move forward.
I'm left locked in a filthy
Cage without a key.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
The Empty Shell
I wish you would have
Killed me since I'm not really
Living anyway
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Heart, Less
I look at my heart
I cut off the bruised pieces
Until nothing's left
Monday, November 2, 2015
Long Distance Call
Every night I say
Your name and remember when
You would say mine back.
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