Dark drips down like paint onto a cloth Of gossamer folds That sinks Slowly Like someone shook it out like a blanket Catching the air, billowing as it Falls To earth And night touches down, Blotting out the sun.
It is the color of mushy potatoes and it would be a squeeze for most hippos It has been painted and repainted and after hours of homework we are well aquatinted With no knob, it is a mysterious door and it is begging me to explore It is the door to the hallway nook where for now I will just read a book
Change, it can tear you apart. No more warm embraces every night. No more kisses on the forehead. Just stress, just anger, just worry. Just nothingness. Dad comes home, mom is already home. Dad sits at his computer, he continues his work. Mom makes food, we eat dinner. Go to bed. And then it starts. Starts all over. Same routine, Every day.
I love this, Emily! I really like how simple it is but I think it really captures something we all know really well. The first line especially I can really feel what you are talking about. I like how you decided to do it with a Haiku, I think it makes it concise but also very descriptive and powerful. Really nice job.
I don’t feel like writing today my hand is tired, my head feels heavy I don’t feel like writing today my thoughts are raw, my mind is foggy I don’t want to write today my heart hurts, my feet sting I don’t want to write today my fingers cramped, my eyes rainy I just can’t write today my lungs ache, my chest is sore I just can’t write today the house echoes, my room is empty I just won’t write today…
Stretching, Reaching, Fingers extending trying, To grasp the small object, Each bone moving farther from the next, Trying to lengthen just enough, but suddenly it is gone, each muscle releases, and the feeling of failure sets in.
Dark drips down like paint onto a cloth
ReplyDeleteOf gossamer folds
That sinks
Slowly
Like someone shook it out like a blanket
Catching the air, billowing as it
Falls
To earth
And night touches down,
Blotting out the sun.
Suicides and pain
ReplyDeleteRunning on no sleep is hard
Gold plaques are worth it
Therein, a leafhopper, with a white dot.
ReplyDeleteQuicker than I.
And now it’s not.
It is the color of mushy potatoes
ReplyDeleteand it would be a squeeze for most hippos
It has been painted and repainted
and after hours of homework we are well aquatinted
With no knob, it is a mysterious door
and it is begging me to explore
It is the door to the hallway nook
where for now I will just read a book
Knot around my chest
ReplyDeleteI am socially drained
But now, I can rest
Change, it can tear you apart.
ReplyDeleteNo more warm embraces every night.
No more kisses on the forehead.
Just stress, just anger, just worry.
Just nothingness.
Dad comes home, mom is already home.
Dad sits at his computer, he continues his work.
Mom makes food, we eat dinner.
Go to bed.
And then it starts.
Starts all over.
Same routine,
Every day.
Tongue-burning sweetness
ReplyDeleteSipping liquid chocolate
Whipped cream on my lips
I love this, Emily! I really like how simple it is but I think it really captures something we all know really well. The first line especially I can really feel what you are talking about. I like how you decided to do it with a Haiku, I think it makes it concise but also very descriptive and powerful. Really nice job.
DeleteI don’t feel like writing today
ReplyDeletemy hand is tired, my head feels heavy
I don’t feel like writing today
my thoughts are raw, my mind is foggy
I don’t want to write today
my heart hurts, my feet sting
I don’t want to write today
my fingers cramped, my eyes rainy
I just can’t write today
my lungs ache, my chest is sore
I just can’t write today
the house echoes, my room is empty
I just won’t write today…
yet, my pen is moving
oh there are supposed to be breaks after every 4th line.. whoopsiesss
DeleteStretching,
ReplyDeleteReaching,
Fingers extending trying,
To grasp the small object,
Each bone moving farther from the next,
Trying to lengthen just enough,
but suddenly it is gone,
each muscle releases,
and the feeling of failure sets in.