Five Haiku poems.
Tomorrow is now.
Yesterday is always clean.
Death happens never.
Bliss isn't easy.
Hate comes naturally to me.
I do not like this.
I live in the gray.
They say life is black and white.
Then how can I be?
Its not worth looking.
So grotesque I sneak a peek.
Why won't my eyes close?
I am life itself.
That means life is pretty weird.
But what's wrong with that?
Yesterday is always clean.
Death happens never.
Bliss isn't easy.
Hate comes naturally to me.
I do not like this.
I live in the gray.
They say life is black and white.
Then how can I be?
Its not worth looking.
So grotesque I sneak a peek.
Why won't my eyes close?
I am life itself.
That means life is pretty weird.
But what's wrong with that?