Haiku Collection

The Earth, still and cold

Stars, fading in early dawn

Mother Earth slumbers.

The sun is rising.

Only early risers see

This beautiful sight.

I love what I do,

I'm painting pictures with words,

I am a writer.

Flames consume the earth.

I stand, broken and alone

And watch the world burn.

Rain falls around me.

Cold fingers caress my face,

Fingers made of ice.

Cold, dark, and twisted.

This is what's left of my mind,

Yet, I'm still alive.

If art comes from pain,

Then that explains why all of

My notebooks are full.

My heart just can't take

All this anguish! Would you make

Up your freaking mind?!

All I ask is that you R&R, please.