Squirm The Herm Worm

Flower Haikus

petals work as one

held together at the stem,

until they are picked.

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Our love was a flower

he loved me, he loved me not

it was back and forth.

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A single flower

In a feild of dead bushes

starts to shed petals.

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Sharp petals like blades

Peirce through my ankles as I

Run through my garden.

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- Ceramic-Feelings

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i hid in the shower

with the lights off

holding my hands to my ears

the sound of water becomes muffled

and the tears of the shower are one with my own.

the child is homeless

searching for life,

on land that is loamless

and cuts like a knife.

a boy with no friends

living skin and bone

has to make amends;

society’s steppingstone.

Crush.

your heart a flower,

encapsulated by my

shielded garden walls.

~ceramic-feelings

over high garden walls, this sweet echo falls, as a soldier boy whispers goodbye.

Raymond B. Egan

You have a nice chest. You should show it off more in your photo posts here.

My chest?

You mean like this?

War

Relentless thick walls

Divide our society in half,

Blue skies are enveloped

By melancholy clouds.

We're deeply enmeshed in this war,

That can only be demolished

When we can

Coexist in consonance.

~ceramic-feelings

Mahogany

The color of mahogany

Begins to drape my thoughts

Until it's all I can see.

The difference between

Fantasy and Reality

Is really only

The difference between

Open and closed eyes.

~ceramic-feelings

I can't sleep

Even in the darkest hours

My eyes lie bright and open

Not to be faltered by dreariness.

I go three nights,

Wide awake,

And silent during the most boring nights

Of my whole life.

And once again,

I lie awake at 7:14am on Tumblr

Complaining about my inability

To rest my thoughts

Because maybe they're overcoming me

And maybe i'm so consumed

That they wont let me go.

My thoughts won't complete,

And I can hear them cycling

All at once in my head.

I just lay here,

And my thoughts have become

So unfathomable.

I can't hear the words of my own thoughts,

I can only feel the colors.

Pink pouring out of my ears,

Yellow from my eyes,

Red throughout my fingers as I type.

My eyelids, relentless.

I have no purpose in sleep.

~ceramic-feelings