The last time you spoke
my name: scorn, softness, regret –
tidal waves of pain.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 188.”
writing
SOL: Perdida
There are some pleasures
that I know I can never
hope to find again.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 181.”
SOL: Nuvole
Dark days, the mornings when
I can’t tell if I should get out of bed or
Wait until they come to cart me away
Sitting down in the shower
Hoping the hotter the water
The lesser the ache
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Let’s Talk.”
SOL: Restraint
your name is the one
word I refuse to let slip
past my lips again.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 128.“
SOL: Coping
I could be everything you want if you’d let me but
I bet I would be gone before you got to see it through
Somewhere along the way in one of the many cities
I’ve been to, I left my heart at a bus station, waiting
On the bench for salvation that will never come.
3AM Thoughts // AKA “At One Point I Got It, Then Promptly Lost It.”
SOL: Entombed
the fear of my own
mortality is holding
me back from my life
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 102.”
SOL: Nocturnal
Have you forgotten
me, do you remember how
those nights in bed felt?
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 98.”
SOL: Reverie
she carves her teeth on
slices of reality
lost to fantasy
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 95.”
SOL: Apprehensive
If only I had been
Brave enough to trust
My own path, except I couldn’t
Help but to look back, hand-feeding my
Insatiable desires, mimicking Orpheus’ most
Loving betrayal
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Strong Enough To Stand On My Own.”
MIND: Cataclysm
She’s letting out her feelings.
The scary thing is not being able to do that.
When your feelings build up and harden and die inside,
then you’re in big trouble.
Norwegian Wood // Haruki Murakami
