Thursday, January 26, 2006
(#15)
honestly, i do
enjoy my life: the peace and
the security.
(#14)
you say your hobby
is shopping? wow, you must not
be interesting.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
(#13)
i want to sing that
peter frampton song with the
beautiful lyrics.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
(#12)
i don't live like there's
no tomorrow. i guess i
should make it a goal.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
(#11) dance fever
a fever, you say?
yes, yes! a fever for dance
dance revolution!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Goal: Write 101 Haiku
Thursday, December 08, 2005
(#10)
old songs and a voice
that's familiar. oh, you're the
one that got away.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
(#9) lottery
two days out of the
week we play and pray, oh, please,
please, let us win big.
(#8)
inside, there's a need
for inspiration, so please
tell me a story.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
(#7) a grand photo
acoustic guitar
cigarette: unlit potential
handsome bob dylan
Friday, November 18, 2005
(#6) currently
my hands are freezing
art projects on the table
dark side of the moon
(#10)
old songs and a voice
that's familiar. oh, you're the
one that got away.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
(#9) lottery
two days out of the
week we play and pray, oh, please,
please, let us win big.
(#8)
inside, there's a need
for inspiration, so please
tell me a story.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
(#7) a grand photo
acoustic guitar
cigarette: unlit potential
handsome bob dylan
Friday, November 18, 2005
(#6) currently
my hands are freezing
art projects on the table
dark side of the moon
Labels:
haiku
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Goal: Write 101 Haiku
Thursday, November 17, 2005
(#5) a box in the closet.
old letters and tears,
inside jokes, the old boyfriend,
high school memories.
(#4)
early this morning
mazzy says, "mommy, mommy!"
and i hold her close.
(#3) i just know
you don't need to tell
me that you don't want to be
my friend anymore.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
(#2)
four months after your
death and i am afraid of
memories in dreams.
(#1)a change of pace
holiday jingles
repeat, repeat in my head.
the year's almost gone.
(#5) a box in the closet.
old letters and tears,
inside jokes, the old boyfriend,
high school memories.
(#4)
early this morning
mazzy says, "mommy, mommy!"
and i hold her close.
(#3) i just know
you don't need to tell
me that you don't want to be
my friend anymore.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
(#2)
four months after your
death and i am afraid of
memories in dreams.
(#1)a change of pace
holiday jingles
repeat, repeat in my head.
the year's almost gone.
Labels:
haiku
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