The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"

957.

2012-02-12T05:11:00.000-08:00

Insatiable in
its lust. A frenzy of need
and desperation.

956.

2012-02-11T05:11:00.000-08:00

Her mouth sends out a
constant turn of teeth and tongue,
a vicious hunger.

955.

2012-02-10T05:11:00.000-08:00

Pillars and the snakes
who cast them back. How biting the
judgment of a girl.

954.

2012-02-09T05:11:00.000-08:00

How biting the view
back from that reflection can
be. Evil vision.

953.

2012-02-08T05:11:00.000-08:00

Ruled by a woman
caught up in her little throne
of melodrama.

952.

2012-02-07T05:11:00.000-08:00

A general sense
of ennui in the air these
days. Heart pollution.

951.

2012-02-06T05:11:00.000-08:00

Flatlines and mirrored
cliches. Redundancy here
and ready to stay.

950.

2012-02-05T05:11:00.000-08:00

Stuck in a pattern
that needs to find its life
expectancy switch.

949.

2012-02-04T05:11:00.000-08:00

Nature little more
than yet another endless
repetition. Turn.

948.

2012-02-03T05:11:00.000-08:00

Dissolution of
self rebirthed into the next
cycle of some life.

947.

2012-02-02T05:11:00.000-08:00

The answer to all
its riddles in that simple
action. Death for love.

946.

2012-02-01T05:11:00.000-08:00

The first salvos of
dyslexic feeling to start
this month of flowers.

945.

2012-01-31T05:11:00.000-08:00

A vicious lesson
in juxtaposition by
emotional drought.

944.

2012-01-30T05:11:00.000-08:00

Some needed response
to the desolation of
a season without.

943.

2012-01-29T05:11:00.000-08:00

The mockery of
gestated love expended
out on just one day.

942.

2012-01-28T05:11:00.000-08:00

Perhaps this is why
Valentine's could never come
mid-summer and sun.

941.

2012-01-27T05:11:00.000-08:00

The fragility
of being alone never
so real as winter.

940.

2012-01-26T05:11:00.000-08:00

Strangers and lovers
alike seeking some pull to
end this awareness.

939.

2012-01-25T05:11:00.000-08:00

Yet and still, ugly
weather bears an odd allure.
Everyone spellbound.

938.

2012-01-24T05:11:00.000-08:00

The absolute wrong
kind of cunnilingus dream
for loins to enjoy.

937.

2012-01-23T05:11:00.000-08:00

Drowning in the cry
of a desperate hunger
that eats out each heart.

936.

2012-01-22T05:11:00.000-08:00

A lonely call that
envelops an entire
city swept to sea.

935.

2012-01-21T05:11:00.000-08:00

The sky a grey pall
that reverberates hopeless
desire to all.

934.

2012-01-20T05:11:00.000-08:00

Found in the dull hum
of a world shrouded in ice.
Cold fallen under.

933.

2012-01-19T05:11:00.000-08:00

Echoed out in some
tired permutation a
million times over.

932.

2012-01-18T05:11:00.000-08:00

Some wonder here that
any of us survived the
onset of patterns.

931.

2012-01-17T05:11:00.000-08:00

Shown through the ease of
two hands to both coddle and
break between its palms.

930.

2012-01-16T05:11:00.000-08:00

Regurgitation,
persistent for all of its
inherent damage.

929.

2012-01-15T05:11:00.000-08:00

A bipolar soul's
dream. Frantic, manic highs and
devastating lows.

928.

2012-01-14T05:11:00.000-08:00

The fired synapse
of burnt-out intentions. This
is your heart on love.

927.

2012-01-13T05:11:00.000-08:00

A secret treasure
for the self-medicated.
Steady addiction.

926.

2012-01-12T05:11:00.000-08:00

Still left to just its
catalogue across a screen.
Empty therapy.

925.

2012-01-11T05:11:00.000-08:00

An emotional
stunting, weary of its
unfinished edges.

924.

2012-01-10T05:11:00.000-08:00

Amazing how much
the older I get, the more
retarded I feel.

923.

2012-01-09T05:11:00.000-08:00

A breakup of the
soul within. Yet more messy
cliches wrapped in meh.

922.

2012-01-08T05:11:00.000-08:00

A weary showdown
between mind and heart even
when housed together.

921.

2012-01-07T05:11:00.000-08:00

As even in quests
for change, the tired still hangs
regularity.

920.

2012-01-06T05:11:00.000-08:00

Choices left to the
responsibility of
its grudging bearer.

919.

2012-01-05T05:11:00.000-08:00

Skylines still tinged with
the lingering hope of a
difference to last.

918.

2012-01-04T05:11:00.000-08:00

Then the will to see
the machinations of a
new day to the end.

917.

2012-01-03T05:11:00.000-08:00

Enough of tired,
passive melodrama here.
Restarts just need push.

916.

2012-01-02T05:11:00.000-08:00

Reminders of the
past litter this landscape in
a disjointed mess.

915.

2012-01-01T05:11:00.000-08:00

A new day dawns with
nothing but time different
from the one before.

914.

2011-12-31T05:11:00.000-08:00

Bring on the drunken
messery you bastards, to
celebrate the same.

913.

2011-12-30T05:11:00.000-08:00

Hemmed in by empty
resolutions on paper
instead of just done.

912.

2011-12-29T05:11:00.000-08:00

Teetering unsure
feet on the ledge of a change
more ideal than real.

911.

2011-12-28T05:11:00.000-08:00

Never, not ever,
says the realist within that
tunes out hope, reaching.

910.

2011-12-27T05:11:00.000-08:00

But then when isn't
the lie far more a truth in
the end anymore?

909.

2011-12-26T05:11:00.000-08:00

Altogether more
fabricated myth instead
of reality.

908.

2011-12-25T05:11:00.000-08:00

Found in a day dressed
up in lights and money, called
some kind of honor.

907.

2011-12-24T05:11:00.000-08:00

Irony in a
retarded motor reaching
toward its zenith.

906.

2011-12-23T05:11:00.000-08:00

A catharsis in
progress. Stunt brain and restart
heart, manually.

905.

2011-12-22T05:11:00.000-08:00

Leak those emotions
out from the skin until it
is just bone left shelled.

904.

2011-12-21T05:11:00.000-08:00

The gaping maw of
a choice without one. Next up,
an attempt to bleed.

903.

2011-12-20T05:11:00.000-08:00

Forgetting that then
it is surrounded. Acid
below, teeth above.

902.

2011-12-19T05:11:00.000-08:00

Instead it drops down
to the stomach, hoping to
hide under the ribs.

901.

2011-12-18T05:11:00.000-08:00

Pointless endeavors
of the trapped cage in chest that
still needs an escape.

900.

2011-12-17T05:11:00.000-08:00

Gorge on the feelings
within and never should its
power leave again.

899.

2011-12-16T05:11:00.000-08:00

A permanent cure
in its inexorable
determination.

898.

2011-12-15T05:11:00.000-08:00

A hungry mouth fixed
toward heart's continual,
pointless endeavors.

897.

2011-12-14T05:11:00.000-08:00

When overridden
the expending turns back on
itself. Cannibal.

896.

2011-12-13T05:11:00.000-08:00

Forgetting in its
machinations that it is
built with set reason.

895.

2011-12-12T05:11:00.000-08:00

The mystery of
veins unwound in gentle love's
faulty intentions.

894.

2011-12-11T05:11:00.000-08:00

A search for the soft
compass within. All points turn
backwards. Rewind heart.

893.

2011-12-10T05:11:00.000-08:00

If but only the
effort expended in turns
would merit difference.

892.

2011-12-09T05:11:00.000-08:00

Pressed deep into the
haze of this entrenched disease...
and on the spokes turn.

891.

2011-12-08T05:11:00.000-08:00

Then somehow wonder
why we're all so locked into
denial's fever.

890.

2011-12-07T05:11:00.000-08:00

It's enough to make
one believe humans reversed
their evolution.

889.

2011-12-06T05:11:00.000-08:00

A horrifying
thought. Modern teenagers and
me all inverted.

888.

2011-12-05T05:11:00.000-08:00

Talk about an end
of year's sad little wrapup.
Adult me, rewound.

887.

2011-12-04T05:11:00.000-08:00

Now I sound like I'm
threatening vampires in
haiku - and badly.

886.

2011-12-03T05:11:00.000-08:00

The gamble always
begs for change. So skeletons
rousted, dawn comes new.

885.

2011-12-02T05:11:00.000-08:00

Choice left in its grasp.
To stay rooted in the past
or free toward more.

884.

2011-12-01T05:11:00.000-08:00

An extension of
hope wrapped up in a pretty
little illusion.

883.

2011-11-30T05:11:00.000-08:00

Slates everywhere
wiped clean. A world's too ready
used snow globe affect.

882.

2011-11-29T05:11:00.000-08:00

Here a difference
is needed. Some change surfeit
to cross this divide.

881.

2011-11-28T05:11:00.000-08:00

The abyss of the
perennial little, sad
girl left without play.

880.

2011-11-27T05:11:00.000-08:00

A presumption, first,
that some care could be founded
in absence's gulf.

879.

2011-11-26T05:11:00.000-08:00

Or so the cynic
whispers into the long night,
no love will leave here.

878.

2011-11-25T05:11:00.000-08:00

A game of conjoined
heartache. Twins to a captured
path to destruction.

877.

2011-11-24T05:11:00.000-08:00

Rotting away at
individualism
so only we lives.

876.

2011-11-23T05:11:00.000-08:00

Perhaps this is the
real reason that love is so
oft called a disease.

875.

2011-11-22T05:11:00.000-08:00

Is this what giving
truly means? The road of slow
heart's subjugation?

874.

2011-11-21T05:11:00.000-08:00

And on that puppet
keeps getting jerked and played for
the others' pleasures.

873.

2011-11-20T05:11:00.000-08:00

Regurgitation,
set up like the sweetest of
tender seductions.

872.

2011-11-19T05:11:00.000-08:00

But then isn't all
of life a neverending
continuation?

871.

2011-11-18T05:11:00.000-08:00

The circuitious
nature of it all. Such a
tedious cycle.

870.

2011-11-17T05:11:00.000-08:00

Mired down in a
pattern that breeds redundant.
Give and take, stasis.

869.

2011-11-16T05:11:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I wonder
why any of us really
keep on bothering.

868.

2011-11-15T05:11:00.000-08:00

Swept under the slow
progress of constancy in
love's tired journey.

867.

2011-11-14T05:11:00.000-08:00

A corrosion of
the heart's lining, trickling out.
Just blood and air left.

866.

2011-11-13T05:11:00.000-08:00

No matter how the
cover is dressed, the inside
always still leaking.

865.

2011-11-12T05:11:00.000-08:00

Such odd circuition
trapped within the folds of each
small relationship.

864.

2011-11-11T05:11:00.000-08:00

Here, adrift in an
ocean of stuttered and missed
communications.

863.

2011-11-10T05:11:00.000-08:00

A living body
hollowed out and filled back
with a machine's heart.

862.

2011-11-09T05:11:00.000-08:00

Kill, consume, or use -
the mantra of the seasoned
abuser. Human.

861.

2011-11-08T05:11:00.000-08:00

Ironic that our
lives persist in the face of
continual death.

860.

2011-11-07T05:11:00.000-08:00

The sole barriers
torn down and dressed up to warm
our dying cockles.

859.

2011-11-06T05:11:00.000-08:00

A million lonely
trees left to stand sentry, bare
of skin and foilage.

858.

2011-11-05T05:11:00.000-07:00

The bleeding murder
of color, leeched from the sky
and vomited down.