in the basement, base thoughts
pretty man in class
deep voice, dark skin, timberlands
hmm.. here comes trouble
wing span = HUGE
like a manta ray
i'm too much to be captive
at home in vast seas
in acupuncture, i and ii
with needles poked in
after they left me, I cried
sudden achy tears
hands (and tears) helpless
there was no more pretending
that i wasn't stressed
to j!
sometimes less is more
from rolling hills... to flatlands
roaming, shirtless, free.
- Teeny
- Chicago
- welcome to my blog/ hatekus are its foundation/ but it will vary/ Yeah, I love haikus. I love how traditional haikus can humbly but beautifully encapsulate existence. As a slight departure from the nature-based haikus, I now also love using them as a way to succinctly communicate my modern quotidian experiences. And because in the Land of Teeny, 17 syllables aren't always sufficient, there might be more than just haikus posted here. I apologize to those haiku purists who might have had high hopes for this blog.
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