Thursday, May 28, 2009

Haiku are already plural.

I am deciding if I should post today.
If so what do I post about?
I don't know.
New line returns are looking funny there should be one after this.

As fast as I am
This bus moves faster then me
If so I am slow

Truly bad haiku
Not only have no meaning
They don't follow rules

Change rattles in bag
Half awake, eyes out window
Wondering what's next

The snake strikes upward
The child falls down and cries
The father stopped

Wind propels the seed
Through air it travels distance
To find asphalt home

Large water droplet
You are too big, separate
Fall to earth as two

The bird soars up high
With grace starts a sharp decent
Falls only to rise

Her eyes gazes outside
Wearing a purple hoody
She waits for her stop

Beauty is many
Not one description is wrong
For it's always right

Sky reflects water
Imitates what it can't be
Always envious

Hello's and good-byes
A doorway knows both so well
Hinges creeks its cry

Not a concerned face
Looked as the old man fell down
The car just drove off

Stainless steel mug
Oh how I wish I were you
To have her lips close

You're like a flower
So beautiful to look at
But you make me sneeze

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