The Haiku Week #1

Day 1:
Today is the day
When the two of us collide
I take a deep breath

Day 2:
There is a valley
It is filled with gray clouds
Now, there is no room

Day 3:
Now all is silent
Mid-flight whispers are captured
It is dense and gone

Day 4:
Pounding of my head
Stomach pings – feels empty
‘Caused not by hunger

Day 5:
Smells like a sweet wind
Feels like stinging abrasions
Eyes are closed for gusts

Day 6:
Obscure dancing cries
Callous shocks beat my skin
Awareness implodes

Day 7:
Lost what I can see
Flowers do not smell so sweet
Found in the shadows

No one has a name

Meeting in the night
Erasing the momentarily yearn
Lost in destiny

Inkwells are stained but dried out
Soothing words are never written but remain silent
Sorrow for these words that we never heard, but it is blinding

Acclamation to lost desires
Continuing abhorrence
Refreshing is the fantasy that never transpired

Love was forsaken
Sorrow survives
Disappearing to the next conquest

No one has a name

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Too Much Pride

It’s happening again,

my sense of pride is too high.

I don’t even know how to tell you a simple “why.”

I hold it inside hoping all my mediation will give me some light.

I do not cry.

Well, maybe in the middle of the night.

…

It’s happening again,

that secret wish that I would magically die.

I do not want it,

not death.

I just want relief from these thoughts in my head.

…

It’s happening again,

that fake smile and tone-deaf laugh

You do not want to know my feelings

You will have none of that

It’s better to acknowledge my muted eyes as real.

They are not bright.

…

It’s happening again,

my need for darkness.

You won’t understand.

You see it as a weakness.

It’s better to pretend that it’s just tiredness.

It’s not,

you can see it,

…

I am worthless.

…

It’s happening again. 

I am too quiet.

You don’t mind.

You don’t hear me anyway.

It’s better to think I am just busy.

I am not,

it’s a silent scream.

…

“Please help me!“

…

I have too much pride.

You’ll never know why.

…

…

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