A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
Inner conflicts ooze summertime sadness and sunshine.
The night never ends, the day never dreams.
Just when I thought I cut myself on your tongue for the last time.
The day is dull in this world.
She played the piano every single day, but she never imagined someone might be hearing
can be taken metaphorically. sorry its a bit long.
The man wandered from place to place. A lost soul.
And I know what it means to cry in rain.
why did I have to fall in love ?
In the dead of night, a young woman begins to hear footsteps following her, even though there is no one around.
These are the ghosts; these are the words you cannot say.
There is a ghost in the room. A bluish apparition.
His being makes my reality reel with fleeting longing.
So, here's the sixth haiku from the series. What occurs while all souls are asleep (well, almost all).
you will only observe situations happening around you
Don't believe that Casper is a friendly ghost because it's not true. He murdered my entire family and he might kill you.