Category Archives: Love
Flushed
Counting beats on my fingers
Can I stretch my words?
Seventeen good syllables
Are hard to come by.
—-
Sometimes possessive
I want all his attention
Screw the other girls.
—-
I’ve learned to question
Random professions of love
(Unfortunately)
—-
Lost without a pen
I sit in awkward silence
And wait for my food
– Carolina
Hank’s Haikus, first edition
A clear cool morning
Thoughts of you fill my head
Love or confusion?
My heart breaks for you
I reach for you in the dark
My bed is empty
My sea of sorrow
Washing on you like the tide
Dragging you under
I seek inner peace
Fall makes me think of our past
What is my future?
– Anonymous
monday
be gentle with me:
i have no choice but to love
-i was born this way.
-Carolina
progressions
The things that you don’t
understand about your work
are not important.
—–
i am a genius
dreaming of masterpieces
but I need more time
—–
unconditional
love without explanation
-you make me coffee
-Carolina
with love and a growing contempt for neuroscience
Schwa
El Centro visit
Sister Peggy made me cry
I love the Cath’lics
– A. Stiner