Unlocked

I have been hidden.
Locked in a cage,
behind a mask.
You cannot tell they are there,
but the mask is fading
and I've found the key.

Reading Me

I have some poems.
Beautiful words.
Unmasking my soul,
but you cannot read them
until you can read me.
I am not a book.
I change.
I am the author.
I feel pain.

Dilbert rerouted

Rerouting from my windows spaces page... here it is.

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I hope this one works.

Treaty

I removed this one cause I didn't like it.

Me

Hardly a trace I'll leave on this earth,
Just a plaque in some soil.
Surrounding soil leeching life from the nutrients in my bones,
Decaying flesh supporting other life.
My memories gone,
Memories of me fading.
As soon as it is all gone - so am I.

A post about a haiku

I haven't posted anything on this for ages. That could have something to do with the fact that my computer has been stuffing up internet wise, and I lost all my profiles and am still trying to find them. Stuff to add... School has been pretty rad at the moment, with everyone (or at least most of those who count) writing haikus. Mine aren't particularly good, but to anyone who understands them, they are awesome.

My spider

My friend the spider
visits sometimes. Living though,
he doesn't know how.

Colours

The sky is not red.
It is blue. My blood is red.
My blood can be blue.

Trees aren't blue or red.
They are mostly green and brown.
Blood mostly isn't

Water is quite odd.
Usually we see it blue.
Reflections deceive.

Left

Pale writing here.
Words on a page disappear.
No pale writing.

Time

Time, an illusion.
Doesn't exist, but is real.
It teases and taunts.

This is mostly it, or at least all I can remember.

Why not to commit suicide...

Just for Ben, I found this:

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

--Dorothy Parker