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Haiku
As I tear my eyes
out of my skull; I realize
real eyes see real lies.
-Tiffany J Darby
As one would have it I’m left to say
my final farewells in the pouring rain
The silence and whispers begin to explain
The hurt and pain that is left to obtainMy mind takes over and begins to recite
The city lights can’t shine half as bright
Like her smile on one broken night
I guess I’m left to wonder why
Her beauty her life refused to igniteNow my brain can’t seem to grip
The bright yellow sun has left to snip
A lonely sad moon cut from the Script
That life of hers begins to sink
As if it were one big battleship
Haiku
Rest in peace Andrew,
forever I will love you.
I’ll see you again.
Around the spiral,
just around another bend…
we’ll soon meet again.
- by TJD in Memory of Andrew Lynn Sigler
Haiku
“In the morning chill,
Alone on this empty hill…
He is out to kill.”
-TJD
Haiku
i had a weird night,
tossed and turned could not catch a wink…
just thinking of you
-Tiffany Darby
With only a sigh
I hear every single thing
you won’t say to me.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(via http://jenniegu.blogspot.com/)
(via deathofhandwriting)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soulInvictus - William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1903)
Action speaks louder than words.
Dust of Snow
The way a crowShook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
how i feel my life is at times…
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Reluctance
by Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
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