a/n: a small pillowbook i have begun to compile. this is the first chapter, which contains only haiku's, but other forms of poetry will be used. since it will only contain poetry, i have placed it under the poetry section.


the world is a melodic hum

[ —our life is a story. or is our story a life? ]

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hands grab at wet hair

glass slipping away from warmth

rain tears fragile odes

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withered tales of old

sings Gaea in despair, while

sky is still untouched

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air parts in two hymns

balancing a mutual feel

Castor and Pollux

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i write these poems

to free myself from this world

that says i'm worthless

[ —i'll prove them wrong ]

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thoughts are real, they

are ladies, leaders, and birds

that through time soar free

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our life is a tale

but which god is the author?

i know it's my mind

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i like to express

my spirit of a queen, but

i am "just a girl"

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i struggle to paint

an image with words that smells

of true elegance