Green(fake haiku)

Green

Rebirth
The beginning of something new
Flowers, grass

Which way to turn

Life is like a fork in the road
Left and right
identical
Yet utterly different.
Which way is best for me?
Which way is best for you?
Can i walk the middle for the both of use?

Life is like a computer code
A series of 0 and 1.
For anyone truly meaningless
But for a computer
Meaningful
My life is vanity
But it isn't
I effect everything and every one
For the good
For the bad.

Life is like a bouncy ball
Bouncing around
Left right up down
Never straight forward
Random path
confusing
But

Thats what life is

haiku 2

The creek trickles away
The Spring light opens the meadow
Where young love can blossom

Running from fear

Running from Fear

The wind in your face
the ground pounding at your feet
Your blood rushing through your head
Your legs
Your arms
Heart pumping
Sweat dripping
Trees melting behind you.
Behind to the monster
Fear
Ahead, the walls of safety.
So close, but so far.
Unattainable refuge from fear
But you can never get away from fear.

Secrets

Secrets

We all house secrets
Well guarded tidbits of information
Stored in our hearts
Behind walls of glass
Walls of stone
Some impenetrable
Some penetrable.
Some trust everyone
Some trust no one.
Not one soul.
Their walls the thickest.
Hiding pain behind their every smile.
Never opening
Afraid of the pain they cause others
When the pain is caused from not knowing
From not knowing the reason behind their words
Their scars
Their pain
Them.

Why does Anything

Why?

Why does the sun rise?

Why do the suns arm reach so longingly for earth?

Why does the sun always come, never dies, never ending?

Why does the light that follows bath us daily?

Why do we see the beauty?

Why do we see?

Why do flowers grow?

Why do the small images of petals and the smell of love from them always greet us?

Why are we allowed to harbor flowers?

Why do we get such beauty?

Why does the moon greet us?

With different faces, none less loving then the last?

Why do we get the moon?

Why do we deserve anything?

We are nothing special, yet the natural beauty of everything greets us

And everything.

Why are we so damn lucky?

Meadow

Meadow

A meadow 

With long grasses

Blowing in the warm summer air.

Blowing the sweet scent of flowers towards the middle

In the middle sit a girl and boy

Arms, hands, and body interlocked. 

Love

Young love.

One the horizon, a storm is brewing

Storm clouds rising 

Towering heights 

Both boy and girl notice.

Neither moves

They wait

Drawing out the lovely moment 

As

Long

As

Possible

Red

Red

The color of blood
A painful association
The red lines on a young girls white wrists.
The red hue of the liquid trickling down his face.
From where the gun was held a few moments ago
By him.
For him.
Red is a bad color
People shouldn't want to see it
But they do.
Every day.
Every
Day.

Haiku

A forceful wind blows
A flower bends in the wind
Pressure on people

candle

A candle

Flickering in the breeze

Casting eerie shadows on all surfaces.

Ever changing light

Reaching fro everything

Yet failing to reach anything

The eternal struggle

To impact anything

But not big enough to impact anything

To weak

For its only goal

But still trying

Never giving up

I wish I had that determination

Trees

The forest

Filled with trees,
Each individual in its own right
No one exactly the same
Yet all the same
All the same trees
But all different
The leaves block out the sunlight
The forest floor is dark
The only sound is the birds
Telling you to leave
You aren't welcome here
But if you aren't welcome here, where are you welcome?

Hope

Wake up!

There is a new day coming

Steeping on the horizon

Peeking over the snow-glazed mountains

Reaching into the pale valleys

A day with out pain

A day with out darkness

Hang on!

The day is rising

Broken

I am broken

Shattered into endless splinters

Though I seem oaken

I am constant winters

One too many lies spoken

One too many promises broken

One too many word thrown like a dart

Landing on my heart

It starts to fracture

It splinters

It breaks

It can’t be fixed

Cave

Cave

The dark mouth

Gaping

Waiting

For a visitor

Wonder down the winding paths

Of nature

So dark

Light is afraid

Strike a match

Watch it burn

Soak in the light before heading into the dark again

Come to the bottom, where you are blinded

By a bright light

A beautiful light

The brightest things live in the darkest places

skiing

Skiing

The wind
The snow
The rocks
The ice
The plastic
The wax
The clothes
The lift
The trees
all work together
creating a fun sport

Of Natural Beauty

Natural roses growing on a bush

The intoxicating scent of the flower

Sweeter then honey

Disguising the whispering cascade behind

Water of pure white

Falling from the precipice on high

Falling into a cool pond tinted blue

Sand cocooning the crystal pond

The blond hue broken only

Where the cool water leaves

Continuing its journey away from here

Leaving the grey cliff of granite

And the bush of the reddest roses

Behind

The rose bush gives way to a green hill

Covered in the softest grass

A place to sit

A place to sleep

Next to the grey cliff with the whispering water

And the mirror like pond

And the purest stream

The sun beats down

Warming the earth

Warming you

Smiling at the thin stream

Jetting of the cliff, falling to earth

The fall keeps whispering

A squirrel scurries by

Stopping only to drink at the clear blue pond

Scurrying away from the pencil grey cliff

Not from fear

There is no fear here.

In this place

Of natural beauty