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Category: poetry

  • zombie haiku

    dead eyes
    hungry mouth, shambling walk
    rotting flesh

    — Resident Evil

    barely holding together
    triggering panic with every sound
    attacking on sight

    — The Last of Us

    in cooperation with a rhyming snail

  • illuminating Jack

    pumpkins and turnips
    where the blaze
    did the light go?

    without Jack
    it's pitch black
    and no soul
    to be seen

    ah, here you are
    I found you at last

    now I can be on my way
    and roam the land forever more

  • All Hallow’s Eve

    All Hallow's Eve
    in all it's glorious colours
    bestows upon us
    it's delicious gifts
    pumpkins, turnips,
    toffee apples and sweets
    are all there for us
    to enjoy on this
    All Hallow's Eve

  • being aroace

    me not wanting to have kids
    me not feeling attraction
    me not understanding what all the fuss is about
    me failing to express myself
    why do I have to reproduce?
    why do I need to fall in love?
    why do I want to exchange bodily fluids?
    me failing to understand expectations
    me finding words
    me finding support
    me finding resources
    me finally able to talk
    me knowing I don't need to do anything
    me knowing there are others like me
    me knowing that I can contribute
    me feeling proud to be asexual

  • AroAce of haiku

    butterflies
    in the stomach being near to a person
    not happening

    — aromanticism

    not feeling
    this strange, driving urge
    inherent to most

    — asexuality

  • suspenseful haiku

    a ghostly chorus
    surrounding, enveloping
    mocking you

    — noise in the dark

    something's here
    yet to be seen
    remaining untouched

    — feeling a presence

    in cooperation with a rhyming snail

  • Ode to guides

    I love to watch you glisten
    and how you bob and swerve
    now stop telling me to listen
    you get on my fucking nerve

    — Navy

    Every time I take a step
    you demand to have a word
    but if I walk into a trap
    you're a silent, useless sword

    — Fi

  • droll gambol

    roll a role around a pole

    thole a toll from a troll

    dole a bowl out of a bole

    control a hole as a whole

    cajole a soul on a stroll

    console a coal on the shoal

  • haunting haiku

    whining in the dark
    moving on its own
    eerie sound

    — creaking door

    icy touch
    lingering on the cheek
    gone with the wind

    — cold draft of air

    in cooperation with a rhyming snail

  • happy thought

    there it is
    this tiny little
    happy thought that
    makes you smile
    treasure that thought
    share that thought
    with every person
    willing to listen
    if only one
    other person is
    smiling, the world
    is already a

    better place