Haiku and pineapples

 

Bored of such activity

still doing it –

why?

                                      

A saxaphone lying

so clean you can’t tell

how old.

                                      

 

The best time of my life,

no time for my

self.

                                      

“Homeless” on the Halloween –

homeless being

indeed.

                                      

Hearing the voice

for the third time saying we met

once before.

                                      

Listening to someone

ringing a bell. – Under

the blanket

                                      

So much written in

the planner-

horrorrified.

                                      

A leaf lying on the ground;

the place blank

yesterday.

                                      

Slept the whole night,

can’t keep the eyes

open.

                                      

Half-coffeined coffee,

nothing better

then.

                                      

a cat

ramming the door,

all day long.

                                     

hissing,

oh it’s not cold

anymore.

                                      

Not a one

fat

in a gym.

                                      

So many chairs in there,

had

to come

                                      

Don’t mean a thing

saying aloud,

polite.

                                      

Receiving a gift

of time,

know it.

                                      

What is there

to do –

oh, sleep.

From a meal to a meal,

what a life!

the French

                                      

Yourself is many

choose some or not –

loose.

                                      

Don’t learn

out of mistakes.

fun

                                      

The best ideas come

when falling asleep,

nowhere

                                      

Read a book

think it over –

muscles.

                                      

nothing is more deligtful

than a bite of

couple eclairs at night.

                                      

Shine the Sun!

frying your worshipers –

fall is coming.

                                      

The walls are too thin

not to tell-

not interested.

                                      

There is never

enough of air to breath –

destiny human.

                                      

If you’re unable

In doing anything,

don’t worry then.

                                      

I have

nothing to say.

Listen.

3 thoughts on “Haiku and pineapples

  1. I really love your haikus, but my favorites are the few most recent ones. The haikus seem to be fading away, while I as a reader are trying to grasp on the the thought it provokes. The pattern of making the first line the longest, and the last line the shortest ads to this effect. I like how the last line tends to only have one word in it. This technique forces me to think about where the haiku is going, and what is the message. Your haikus and daily photos are extremely similar to me. Just like your photos, the haikus sometimes seem blurry, which is an extremely unique characteristic for text to have. They both have a feeling of mystery attached to them, almost as if the haiku or photo is withholding something from me.

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