• The Haiku Project • Day 9 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 9 •

Deception.

Destruction.

Devotion.

• The Haiku Project • Day 8 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 8 •

Change is good.

Some days are for long poems.

Slave to Rhyme

Call me old-school

But I’m prisoned in a time

Where it isn’t poetry

If it doesn’t really rhyme.

Like a symphony of words

That abruptly changes melody

It pierces my senses

Can this count as poetry felony?

Subscribing to the old testament

I feel like a legit fighter

A crusader of the dying art

You can call me a strange writer.

With conjugations and gibberish

For weapons of survival

I’ll make it work, no matter what

It’s time for some revival.

Rhyme rhymes with thyme

Who cares what it’s to mean?

A rebel, I live dangerously

Because I’ve found my Billie Jean.

My deep thoughts on paper

Don’t seem quite as profound

What must I do to cure this ailment

To my sing-song rhymes, I’m bound.

• The Haiku Project • Day 7 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 7 •

Locked away

in our tiny drawers

and roomy closets

are undisclosed skeletons

and unsolved mysteries.

• The Haiku Project • Day 6 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 6 •

"If you want to win, you have to learn to be the master of the game."

To all the walls we climbed, only to jump over.

• The Haiku Project • Day 4 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 4 •

Is this this fence around me

Meant to keep me safe from you?

Or keep you safe from me?

• The Haiku Project • Day 5 •

• The Haiku Project • Day 5 •

Do not take my body

As a battlefield, to be fought and conquered

For it is a temple of the gods

Far beyond your fathom, meant only to be worshipped.