you ought to know your idols.

We are but so many sets of angular coordinates.

oh didn't you know, child? it all falls apart in the end.

you won't know what I mean, but I don't care.

empty promises, empty arms-the ghost of you everywhere but just beyond my grasp. Cut haiku...or rather, chopped, since I cut up the cut form. Deal with it.

don't kid yourself.

Utilizes 3-5-3 haiku, although they've been transformed into tankas. And used to sandwich free-verse...but this board would be so boring (pun non-intended) without variety, no?

this isn't really poetic. but ap's are done. yes. done. throw away your princeton reviews, kids. bc calc and apus are DEAD.

madness would imply anger, and i'm hardly in an aggravated/rather elevated state. and yet they still call me mad...

Shakespearean sonnet, for Black Rider (from xmas). I realized after posting that I had left out a stanza...so now, 4 months later, you get the final four lines. Enjoy. Original included.

Happy Easter...happy spring! tanka

if I told the truth you would refuse to believe, and even lies you shall not fully understand.

shall creep in a soft wave over fading features as the whispers of myth fly away, fly away. tanka

Something less depressing to pass the bleak greys of winter. wink yes you owe me

concept poem. took me forever to edit and is probably still not the way i want it. inspired partly by don mc-clean and partly by ivan denisovich. ah, communism.

I suppose once in a while we all yearn for what we know we've lost, somehow, somewhere along the way. tanka

edit: the second riddle (third chapter) has been fixed. These riddles are tricky and not for the faint of-er-brain. Enjoy!

that is thrown on my open wounds that you made, and meanwhile I shall be the knife that cleaves your breast at your own hand, and together to hell we shall united be torn apart. (this is r for a reason. If you normally like my "pretty" stuff, you pr

think-piece, perhaps. Interpret as you will but please not stupidly. If you can't say anything intelligent don't say anything at all.

I don't know why I'm posting this. Blah. Everything is blah right now. I'm screwing myself over. Sorry.

"We swore once/along the side of the spray/we'd be as Pan/and never grow up/except our wish backfired..."

Follow to the river, child...

With all the over-commercialization of modern holidays, sometimes we forget the true meaning...hopefully un-cliché. For Magpie.

for Zanmath. Parallel chaos...which is odd really, because chaos and parallel don't seem to be quite compatible

spliced haiku (reg-reg) for frugale, in the style of forest walk. I think every true poet has had a fixation on fairies, at some point in their life...they are poetry embodied, spirits of varied substance dancing on logic in the forest glades...

tombs and millenia entrance me...can you find the meaning? Perhaps...

A pseudo-sonnet, you could say. My Christmas gift to all of you is-well, read the author's note or my profile, if it's still up there. And make requests soon, please, so I have time!

Spliced haiku (a cut and regular-yeah, I like this form. The truth is coming out and the lies are pressing down...the day of judgement coming, from the god(s) and from the people...

formatting fun...hopefulling chilling haiku (pl.), sliced, diced, enmeshed, and generally rearranged. Inspired by fog on the walk home today. Enjoy!

Tyburn-attempted after being wowed by Children of the Root's example. A new format that I've yet to master, I'd appreciate your comments/criticism/whatever. Everything collapses, and I can't hold on...

Reverse haiku (7-5-7), first in a while. I kind of like this one. It's different than my usual tone, imho. if you really want to know what it's about, you'll read the poem. It's only three lines, guys.

My 100th post is for you-for everyone who's said a kind word, for the good ones, the close ones, the ones who cared when no one needed to, the ones who let me cry. Here's to you all. And many of you know who you are.

The phoenix may fly and the angels may dive, but when the ice is slippery, it's all too easy to slide into the underworld...

is irritated eh...sort of a poetic rant on the flaws of a certain piece of software offered by what is generally my favorite search engine. God I hate pop-ups. Not intended to be pretentious, in any way.

At the cusp of a worldwide war, a struggling empire desperate for a scapegoat turned to a religious minority within their own country and slaughtered them, the first real genocide, brutally murdering millions. Think you know who I'm talking about? Don't

3-5-3, a la Miz E. Mak. Calvary. My first shot at this, so feel free to critique.

November 5, 2003-I'll never forget.

It's never too late to pick up the pieces-the stained glass of cathedrals is but broken bottles rearranged...

in french, but with a translation included for those who don't speak it. I just love the way the words sound in this language...

we've all let a few slip away...

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But didn't you know? You're not the only one who feels as you do; the ordinary people you imagine are no better than yourself. Why steal a soul when yours is hardly lacking? Alas you fail to see and try to blend in with the crowd, quilt yourself a new

Sometimes you just need something to hold on to.

Cut, cut, tanka, cut, stanza cut...what can I say, I love mixing and matching. Political: envision a future where we're afraid to think freely, else chaos should erupt from our minds and mouths...

Reality is imaginary, imagination real; escape with me from those silly laws of physics, toss your textbooks in the trash and fly away to Jupiter's moon...

This isn't a haiku in any shape or form, but this is Princess Mulan's domain, and so it's fitting for this to be here rather than anywhere else. Please come back...

*sigh* I hate to write generic angst...right now everything sucks so badly I can't even think of words that make it make sense. Maybe later when I'm not feeling so crappy I'll revise this.

Good mother earth once again gives birth to the downy chick sun sweet rising...

...or being in the process of, rather. This all just seems so fake to me, but then again, isn't that what it is for me to go and confirm my belief in something in which my beliefs are all but firm? Fake?

ring around the rosie...

we'll tell only the stars our secret...

It took just one...one man with his one god to change the course of history forever. May not be what you're expecting...

My thanks to Stephen King, muse on this choka...reminisce on the ghosts of past lives as they whisper you secrets in raspy long-gone voices...

*collective gasp* yes, it's true-I've actually updated! Comment no. 6 is another reverse haiku (7-5-7).

My first reverse haiku (7-5-7). Can fire make me clean...?

It was made for a reason...

An odd poem in a format I've never tried before...religious, social commentary if you look for it.

I'm just a fallen angel/trying to flap useless stumps...

Ah, the sweet smell of salvation. Cut haiku.

contrast poem-how is it to fly? how is it to fall?

More wordplay, except this time it actually has a point. "I wish to be lyrically complex..."

another tanka, woo! They're always watching her, try as she may to forget...wish as she might that she didn't have to...

just a drop can destroy a lifelong friendship...a tanka

This is a bit hard to post...mainly because it's so true. And the fact that it's true makes it almost embarrassing, because it's things I don't want to admit...I'm losing my life...slowly...voluntarily, although I occasionally try to save it

And I'm (finally) back with a non-angsty poem that I actually like."Color me clear/translucent transparency..." Includes reference to the Muppets.

Toss them in the trash and rejoice in variety.

than to be dropped.

...and then you die

Another darker poem from me...battered, bruised, with porcelain scars, she still remembers days when she wore lace...

Er...pretty dark stuff, which I usually don't write...involves a balloon and a tragedy. That's all I'll say. Leave a review.

Wordplay-doesn't really mean anything, but it sounds cool if you read it out loud.

Hardly what you'd expect on the subject...

My first actual haiku in a long time...I actually like this one. Thanks to Heart of the Sword for the formatting tips!

Ever notice the striking similarity between a spider and a liar?

Cut haiku for the bathtub. "For love of rubber duckies..."

Reality, schmeality.

can a peach bleed?

you can look at it in one of two ways: either it's complete randomness, or it has a deeper, hidden meaning. I'm not goin to say that either conclusion would be completely correct or incorrect.

kudos to Margaret [insert last name here], to whom I owe the title. It's so true, though...so many things you take for granted can disappear in just a moment, just the time it takes to blink. Gone...gone with the wind...please kill me now before i choke

A modified tanka-see ch 5 of comments or the a/n for explanation-involves flowers, dye, tears, and mascara. And, of course, daybreak-hence the title...yes, I'm quite aware of my condition...

Cut haiku-I was a caterpillar...

ok, so maybe i have a twisted imagination...here you go, folks. Summer. (don't fret, it's only about a cricket, for heavens sake.)

The idealistic young man preached the power of love. The battered old woman knew better.

In hundreds of countries, armies are taking children to serve on the front lines. Why? Because they are "dispensable." If a child dies, they can always take another. These children don't volunteer. They are stolen from their homes. Read and forward

Taken from my latin america test, decided to post it here b/c I like it A 30 line or so thing in the style of Neruda: magical realism, all that good stuff. enjoy!

title self-explanatory; self-sacrifice, etc. 5 lines

cut haiku sequence-you could say it mourns for the child victims of capitalism.

first attempt at a sonnet. Criticism appreciated, flames used to toast marshmallows. "My dear, in your perfection I would keep you/still and perfect, Grecian bust, forevermore..."

*exhales* read if you wish...sneak a glimpse of my mind as I torture myself with doubts, with beliefs, with questions...

*sigh* this faith a snake from fingers falls...

A new form-presenting-the tanku! Oh! Who's brilliant! (er...or too lazy to reformat the poem into either a tanka or a haiku...but oh well. R&R)

let's call it human nature, shall we? Basically I can't decide where this ought to go. Leave a review telling me to take it down if you really care that much.

slowly but surely...

you smashed me like a china doll...

A choka. If you want to look at it deeply (word), then it means something. If not-well, it's a poem about an avocado.

My first piece of fiction, rather than poetry-please don't flame this. It's completely true. Lately, I've been having doubts...

I am that silly little girl...I am not that lowly snake...see how many hearts will break

If I stole away your soul, still I'd not be as guilty...

why, I *wonder* what this could be about....

ok--I admit, it's not really a haiku...or even a cut haiku. But the syllabic meter (?) at least starts out 1-2-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-1, or something like that....anyways. I just thought it would fit better here. Read and leave me a review!

now that i think of it, it's a bit sad that "bliss" should be a fantasy....

Why am *I* always the one who does these things? Why not *you* for a change?

not ready to let go....a short, rather pointless haiku, but I actually like it. A real haiku this time, not cut or a tanka or a sandwich.....

Quod me nutruit, me destruit....

if for one second you could just forget...if i could peel away all those layers and layers...

my angel couldn't save me....

a cut haiku sandwich....thanks again to Princess Mulan for introducing me to the form! ::see those feathers drifting...?::

previously titled "the maybe-child"...you tell me which one works better. An old poem of mine that I dug up while cleaning under my be, but I actually like it.

With a palette of your dreamings, I'll paint you....

we all get down in the dumps now and then....

When hatred consumes you, you become living fire...but when the fire has burnt out, all that is left is ash. Odd format, cut haiku, normal haiku, and regular verse.

"You have 20/20 vision/But boy, you sure are blind."

tanka, written while *gasp* procrastinating! Again!

so tired…curse…procrastination

cut haiku--Happy Easter!

i was holding my 2-year old sister when I wrote this....she's babbling about the keyboard right now ("a big one here....and a little one....)

I wasn't fair to the soldiers in my previous poem, so hopefully this will make up for it. War from the viewpoint of a young American soldier.

a tribute in cut haiku

For the victims of war; a plea for peace.

If I can't have you....

my interpretation....a real haiku instead of a tanka, for a change!

Not sure if this is good yet, do tell--just a couple of lines that came to me today.

First what? I'm sure you can guess....another tanka

Like most of my poems, the meaning *is* the poem, so a summary would rather ruin it, don't you think? How much can a person resemble glass?

Imagine a life without sight....what would you see?

Basically, the title tells it all....a quick analogy, I guess. I'd like to hear your views on the subject, so tell me what you think in a review after reading!

Ever been in one of those relationships where you can't stand to be around the person but can't see yourself without them?