my heart is torn
by Beauty's polished nails,
ripped to shreds
that there be enough
for each fading, shimmering figure.
grasp me,
hold me,
linger, linger, linger
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my heart is torn
by Beauty's polished nails,
ripped to shreds
that there be enough
for each fading, shimmering figure.
grasp me,
hold me,
linger, linger, linger
i love you
by the way
you're not evil
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my best friend
haiku 273
i drink you in; cool
ice spreads warmly through my bones;
i melt and reform
haiku 272
intoxicating
gems glisten coyly, while silk's
caress envelops
haiku 271
child-like guilt catches
my eye across the room. though
i turn, she insists
haiku 270
the privilege of
still discovering you, like
the sea in your eyes
haiku 269
i hope no one asks
why i'm smiling. no, i hope
they do. i'll tell them
haiku 268
the sky cannot help
but weep - his tears eternal;
he held off too long
haiku 267
i ask our father
"take, oh take me as i am";
he remains unmoved
13.09.2025
outside, the world burns,
and i think
"i am too gentle"
inside, my heart turns,
and i think
"i am too harsh"
haiku 266
in finding you, i
have hurt so many. do i
let go now, too late?
haiku 265
your evocative
words transcend my trivial
ones; i know nothing
haiku 264
through overgrown greens,
skin torn; try to grasp, equip
unreachable stone
haiku 263
glance up at luna,
down at her reflection, and
ache to join her there
haiku 262
a brilliant friend;
i see you and follow you;
your devoted dog
haiku 261
perhaps i have been
awful. "oh, the best thing?" he
is, he is to me.
haiku 260
try to bury my
own body; it clings to me,
asphyxiating