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this late in the year
team, we're behind the eight ball
sorry i slacked
stats: last year: 404 this year: 75
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
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time passes slowly
no deep convo without you
grateful to catch up
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trading haiku fun
with people unknown to me
made alive by mike
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
There's Beauty In The Blackness of Her Fragile Flesh...
There's beauty in the blackness of her fragile flesh.
There's beauty in the whiteness of her eyes.
There's beauty in her voice of gentle waters.
And beauty in her breathing, as she lies
Beside me—as the night gives way to morning,
And the dawn creeps up to find me in her arms
Knowing well, that I must leave before the morning
Sun disturbs her from the sleep almost denied.
And I know now, deep inside, how much I'll miss her.
But the sun will rise to find me far away,
For the road outside commands me like a magnet—
And I'll find another love along the way...
But my heart beats like a trouble-laden river
For the sweetness of her touch is unsurpassed.
And the sweetness of the heart that beats within her,
Leaves me troubled; as I look upon her eyes
Closed in stillness: as she dreams of me, unknowing
Of the force outside commanding me to go—
And to break the gentle heart of my beloved,
'fore the redness of the eastern sky makes known.
And I've not much time to question what I'm doing.
And I've not much time to answer questions "Why?"
And I've not the strength to leave her while she's watching—
So I'll leave her as she dreams of me tonight.
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When Comes The Dawn...
On every heart, some rain must fall.
In every heart, there must be sorrow
At least sometimes—
True love grows dim, but it grows brighter with tomorrow.
And as we go through life, each change
Can break us down, or make us stronger.
But you have made it worth the change;
So I'll hold on against the dawn...
I lived in fear before you came
That life would fly, and none would need me.
But I am needed in your eyes;
You give a love that's unreceding.
Though there are times we crash like clouds,
Also like clouds, our storms pass over;
And what you've meant to me is life—
So I'll hold on against the dawn...
Your hands are thoughtful, like your eyes;
You give me warmth without pretenses.
You are my equal in my eyes,
And in your eyes, am I your equal—
And like a song, your words flow smooth;
But in your anger fly like lightning,
To lay me low when I am wrong:
But you are just, so I'll hold on...
You bear no malice for me,
You understand my thoughtless nature.
You know the thorny paths I've been,
And that I'm blind when fraught with anger.
And like the summer cools with time
To the cool, thoughtfulness of autumn,
You know I meant you love, no harm—
And that I'll think of you tomorrow...
I hope with time, these tears of pain
Will turn to tears of joy, not sorrow.
But for a time, these masks of pain
Will be the faces we must borrow.
For you were hurt, for I was wrong—
But love, my pride looms like a mountain!
I only hope you can hold on;
And love me still, when comes the dawn.
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Closure
I really hope she makes him happy.
[the little bitch]
haha...
no, really.
I always loved your solitude,
and how you stood apart,
aloof and so untouchable,
a wondrous work of art,
a knight in shining armor,
so strong and oh-so-stoic
hair and poise so perfect,
posing so heroic.
But you forgot your costume,
left it lying on my floor,
like the sparkling lies you sold me,
even as I begged for more,
as I ate up every word--
so much candy made me ill.
Superman, you've done me in...
but it was worth the thrill.
And now the ride is over,
now the wind has left our sails;
no more sugar-coated, starry-eyed
belief in fairytales.
You got your prize, but silver
wasn't good enough for you.
So go ahead and go for gold,
I'll break out the superglue
and piece me back together,
and climb back on that wall
and wait until my next prince charming
comes and makes me fall.
Yes, humpty-dumpty little me,
already back to living.
Just fine and dandy, peachy-keen...
I was always bad at fibbing.
Alright, you broke my heart,
ripped it out, still warm and beating,
and ate it right in front of me,
while I just sat there, bleeding,
and saying how I loved you,
how you shimmer in the light.
You took me in completely,
and I went without a fight.
But I'm not a rookie,
and you know you weren't my first.
You were an oasis,
and for a moment, quenched my thirst.
But I must travel onward,
my journey isn't finished.
And even though I'll miss you,
my light is not diminished.
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