Daily Haiku #15

 my little haiku,
i have no reflection for you,
- nor laughter

By anonymous
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Plastic Room

Lying,

Backing up

Against the wall

Because the world

No longer

Makes sense.

I loathe

These four walls,

Whether it is

I or them

Who are fighting

And hindering.

Smashing windows,

Crawling through

The broken glass

To escape,

Just to be

Blocked by bars.

I want out!

Out of this world,

That seems to

Only care for

The beautiful

And charming.

Considering flying,

To see if the grass

Is really greener

On the other side,

But I lack the wings

To even try.

People preach

About what I

Should be

To please them,

To get far

In a plastic world.

Telling me that

I think too much,

That I should

Walk and talk

Like them

And fade away.

I cannot do

As they say,

Whether it is fear

Or something

Instinctive

Preventing me from

Turning to plastic.

By Laura Jenkins
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Say It

Should I say it?
Should I wait?
My feelings flow quite easily,
but these questions are much harder.

God knows it's a sin to dare say it first,
but I can't help and almost say it
every time we say goodbye.
I know that's probably really bad,
but I don't care
Because with you....
no one compares.
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Notes 16

Why does life have to be so hard?
Why can't I just take a knife to the heart?
Rise above this earth and depart
Everyday I'm getting pierced with darts
I don't like this shit, it's not how I wanna live
I'm tired of being the sweat on your sleeve
I wanna get away from this shit so I can breathe
Thinking too much, can't free my mind
It's like depressing thoughts got me in a bind
I try to not mind but it's hard when you're on the grind
Always against the flow, and never on your mind
Never on your team cause I'm not meant to gleam
Or maybe life's about the need to feel wanted
To be in the lead and always be complemented
But how am I to do that when I'm not even noted
People always eat at me until they are bloated
And in the end I'm just the sheep being hoarded
No choice, no sense of direction
No point of pursuing perfection
Because I will always get the door, too used to rejection
I will never be your knight in shining armor
or your superhero with a cape
But don't worry about me, eventually I'll make my escape
If I get enough balls to leave the states
To finally embrace a life where I can't be traced
Where my shoes do not have to be laced
And I don't have to come face to face with myself, the disgrace.

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Dialy Haiku #14

take your places men !
smote the grey sea with your oars !
- there is no more

By anonymous
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Another Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

Exhausted, I lie in bed at the end of the day

knowing that I have achieved nothing

but miss you more than I did yesterday.

Is it lonely there in my dreams?

I should only hope

that the memories in my mind

are enough to keep you company –

heaven knows they aren’t for me.

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Daily Haiku #13

 no delusions here,
no flowers, no moonlit ponds,
- the city bus stop

By anonymous
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Cracks

I walk along these cracked streets
Taking in every crevice, every patch
And cannot help but admire
its character throughout time.

By night, the rain fills in the openings between the asphalt
By day, the sun rises and the water fades away,
And I cannot help but understand
that this cracked street and I have a lot in common
as I look inward and consider
all of the cracks
in my own being.
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The End

I don’t know

Whether I should be

Amused or scared.

To give in

To the inching paranoia

Or to laugh in its face.

To deem each new step

As a sign of something

Sinister,

Or to be delighted

By the thought of

Moving forward.

But I do know

That it is more pleasurable

To take on what comes,

Than to hide from it all:

Being dull

And cowardly.

Besides the past

Has always

Cried wolf.

It is foolish,

To stay constant,

To fear a change.

I’d rather howl

Of laughter than fear,

At the thought of

The End.

By Laura Jenkins

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Daily Haiku #12

like stray cats, loitering,
in front of vacant storefronts,
- skid row

by anonymous
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New York, New York

The harbor of New York
Was testing my faith…
So I waited…
And I waited…
The fame was not
Worth the wait.

Wall Street lied to me
Every chance it could take
So here I am,
In the financial district,
Crying outside a bank.

New York will shape you…
But then, can you escape it?
This place can be a prison,
But where isn’t,
If you make it?

You can love the Empire
Or you can loathe it.
The fortunate have robbed us,
And I will not choose
To ignore it.

You can fault the business man
As you can fault Lucifer…
So New York, New York,
Cry me a river…

Rather than a lake of fire.

by sainttrevoroftheinternet

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Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

It’s a shame now that it’s warm outside; we used to sit in the sun

smiling, joking about how happy we were.

My curtains have been drawn for a week

and when we said it couldn’t possibly last,

that it can’t be this good forever,

we were so sadly right.

by d.m.c.b
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Daily Haiku #11

her tight jeans, new wig,
the ghetto street,
- her home

By anonymous
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Your New One Stop News Source (READ BELOW)

It is not often that I stumbled across an online newspaper that stands out above the rest. However, when I encountered Global Media Post, an independent Australia-based newspaper, I was blown away at how effortlessly they can capture global news and present it to the reader in a neat and organized manner.
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Worthwhile

I've firmly shut one door in love
and slowly creaked open another...
In an attempt to eventually find what I'm looking for.
For the pains of love to be worthwhile.

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Catullus 16 (Warning Graphic Language)

I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
Cocksucking Aurelius and bottom-man Furius,
You who think that I'm a pussy
Because of my delicate verses.
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Driftwood

I despise letting

The current drag me

Wherever it pleases.

Where the clouds

Are fluffy and clean,

As they drift aimlessly

On the warm breeze.

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Daily Haiku #10

do not pity me,
who walks these streets on bended knee,
- for i am free

By anonymous
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On A Ledge

I feel like every lie I ever told
Stood against my soul
I'm just a neglected guitarist
That can rhyme
I faced the hard and the hardest
But I know I lost my time

It's a thin line between love and hate
Is you really real or is you really fake
I was a soldier standing on my feet
Now I'll surrender, now I'll retreat

There's a limit for struggle
After the very first 7 troubles
I can sit here thinking with caution
Forgetting all the reason of my misfortune
Death marks cut me... Deeply
I was too proud to admit it was hurting me

My angry heart
Winter nights dark
Now I see
The after life is missing me
I'm close to be there
This ledge is taking me somewhere.

By Remi Mq

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Integrity

I’d rather waste away and die

Remaining true to myself

Than live forever as someone I’m not

I’ll trade a thousand lying lives

For a single honest second

Because integrity is all that I’ve got

By Dallas

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Daily Haiku #9

spare me your pity,
my shabby beard,
- once gilded

By anonymous
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A Memorable Interview with author Sherry Strothers

Today, I had an opportunity to sit down and talk with Sherry Strothers, the author of the new book, "Strength is in the Struggle." This unique and passionate author had a lot to tell me about her book, personal life, and how she came to be who she is today. Read on to see how a Chief Warrant Officer in the Navy got inspired to write a book about never giving up and pushing through any obstacle to achieve success. Click here to order the book now.
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!! (new user submission)

Another cut, to distract the pain,
Another pill, just to keep sane.
Alive but dead in a tormenting hell,
Knowing, you'll never fully get well.

Scaring away the few that stood by,
I scream to the heavens and ask God "why"?

Finally, someone sees I'm a monster,
They see the scars and the reasons they've conquered.

What they don't see is the pain that is hidden,
Deep within my heart it is written.

Living is now my hardest task,
Loneliness and depression carefully masked.

What they don't know from the nights I hate most,
In my top drawer, a crumpled suicide note.

Yes, it is true, I tried again to get out.
But I can't let them suffer for my cowardice and doubt.

So let the days keep trudging on, sooner or later,I'll sing death's song.

By Remy Mq
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