March Haiku #8

Swung seven eight time
Sulky soprano section 
Alto in the wings

Date Night

Barefoot library explorations
Silent cups of tea
Pen between the teeth
Denim castaways
Clothed in scribbles
Watched by the one
With the surgeon hands

You Want Me

You want to hate me
You want to hurt me
You want to take me
Away from what I've built
From nothing but
Determination
You want to ruin me
You want to harm me
You want to blind me
From the way you twist
My words around
You want to stop me
Good luck with that

March Haiku #7

Translate your instincts
I want to read you fully
Cover to cover

Disruption

Language is elastic
So what if we
Rewrite the rules
Of love
And what it's 
Meant to taste like

Ghost

He's sewn in
Between these limbs
Under this greasepaint
He lingers
Lets me know
He's still in there
Written in every line
Shading each second
With his colours

March Haiku #6

Salient stories
Littered with fellow feeling
Mined for platinum

Moored

Once
I would sway
I would curl around
The truth of my heart
I would shift ever
Further from myself
Just to see his smile
Now 
I am still 
Even as the hurt
Gathers within
And threatens to end me
I will not be diminished
For the sake 
Of a man 
I will stay
Here in my own harbour

Missing You

Tu me manques
He says
Even as he
Scrapes the meat from me
And chisels his 
Mark into my bones
Making me less
By chipping away
Making me possession 
Object
A belonging gathering
Memories in the darkened
Corners of his life
Tu me manques
He says

March Haiku #5

Pack away my heart
There's no use for it here now
He needs someone else

Spat

I said the things
You're not supposed to
I spoke the truth 
About how he does
What you can't do
And about how she
Makes more of me
Than either of you
And you spat
On what we had
Refusing to share
Wanting to remain
Crowned by my heart
I said the things
You're not supposed to

Unheard

She spins gold
From mud
And I spin stories
Unheard
And nothing compares
To the way
I hate myself
The way I
Wring out each tear
Only remembering to
Breathe so that
I can make
Her laugh again

March Haiku #4

Shadows on the wall
Voices flooding the ceiling
Calling me again

Aging

The years score themselves
Upon my face
Lines sketched in 
With a heavy hand
Crosshatched and permanent

Relentless

I can't unlove them
Can't stop the salt
Rising through me
Can't stop the ink
Bleeding through me
Can't stop the scars
Ringing through me
I can't unlove them

March Haiku #3

Small minded gambler
Playing hearts against the truth
Bound to lose again

Please

Wrench me open
Find the poison
And burn it out
So that I might
Feel again

Persist

Dented shins

Bruised shoulders

And a memory

Are all that 

Keep me going

And playing nice

March Haiku #2

These old bones are warm
Pink peppercorn voices sound
Cold in the morning

Object

Meant for consumption
Am I sweet
Sour
Salty
Bitter
I am receding
Tasteless

Gaps

Strings and keys
My world 
Fractured by his fear
And ink bleeds
Through the gaps
In his walls

#500

Still got someone
To hold my hand
And make me laugh
Still got someone
To talk to
In the small hours
About all that big stuff
Still got someone
To love

March Haiku #1

Little green eyed girl
Ever searching for honey
With a peppered tongue

Unmasked

Tonight I take the stage
Again 
Unmasked before the judging
Bare before the crowd
Laid open and asking
Only to be seen
Heard
Met in the middle
Of love and pain

No Cry

First time in seven years
That I wasn't consumed by tears
At another year's passing
Another anniversary of shame
I didn't cry
I didn't fall
I didn't look back
I didn't surrender
First time in seven years