#origingal poem

[literarysys]

Haiku

It’s quite obvious

I see it clearly

It’s there; manifest

Did what? Manifest

Manifest I said.

It just sprung out from my head

I see it clearly.

It just sprung out from my head.

Manifest I’d said.

[fizzosaurus]

Throat’s tight.

Can’t breathe, dark dreams,

Can’t sleep through the night.

Won’t give up.

Anxious mind isn’t right.

Fear’s grip won’t take over;

This time I’ll fight.

[literarysys]

Breakup

Freedom at the release of your emotional grasp

and I ride high for months punishing those in my path.

Wailing on the winds of liberty only settling

when the empty ache creeps in.

Echos of you still haunt me

and I long to rid their ghostly moans of sound.

To strangle-

break their little necks

lest I listen

to the soft cries they speak in your name.

But I will not be prisoner again.

I formed ideals of relationship independent of pleasure.

Most would tell me they are just that;

ideals. It's important to have pleasure.

At least by myself I might actually be pleased.

It's just the closeness sometimes I want.

Though it is hard to get close,

when closest thing to close

be a rut.