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Tuesday, March 5, 2019

A Poem about Broken Dreams

This is a poem about a little boy who dreamed too high, soaring like an eagle, without realizing that he's just a little sparrow with a ruptured wing who can't fly.

Photo by Kat J on Unsplash

"ᴬ ᴸⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴮᵒʸ’ˢ ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐ"

ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᴵ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ
ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡʸ;
ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ˡᵃⁿᵈ
ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᶠˡᵒᵘʳⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ

ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᴵ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ
ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ;
ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ
ᵂⁱᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉᵗᵉᵒʳⁱᵗᵉˢ

ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᴵ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ
ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰʳⁱᵛᵉ
ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵉˢ, ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵉˢᵒᵐᵉ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ.
ᴾᵘᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵃˡᵇᵘᵐ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵗʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᴵ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ
ᴵ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ᵇˡⁱˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ
ᴳᵘˡˡⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ, ᵃ ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳ
ˢᵉᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵇˡᵉᵐⁱˢʰ

ᵀʰᵉⁿ, ᴵ ᵍʳᵉʷ ᵘᵖ...ᴵ’ᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ.
ᴴᵃʳᵈᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ˢᵉᵗᵇᵃᶜᵏˢ, ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ
ᴬˡˡ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ⁿᵃʳʳᵒʷ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ
ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ...

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Haiku: Misses + Pain + Broken

𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍’𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎. 

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𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖓

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑.

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𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓

𝙹𝚘𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞?!
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜
𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.

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Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash

Haiku: Fade + Death + Decompose


𝕱𝖆𝖉𝖊

𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝙱𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝
𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛.

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍


𝚄𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.
𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎
𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜
𝙱𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑.

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Thursday, February 28, 2019

Haiku: Insomnia + Night + Tears



ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍.

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𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝
𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔

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𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰

𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋, 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎-𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

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Friday, February 22, 2019

A Poem about Boredom



All day long in an empty room
Isolated from the outside
Incarcerated by his own fears
I wonder how prisoners live,
In a four corner prison cell.
Life must be so boring,
Hopeless and depressing.
I wonder how birds feel,
Living in captivity in a small cage.
Can’t fly high beneath the clouds
Unable to see the world above.
So if I will live my life as captive
Alone in this empty dark room
I’d rather die than suffer from it
Perhaps, life’s sweeter in second life. 
But make sure I won’t feel pain.
Nor suffer from its misery
Make it as lethal as possible
Making me sleep forever at peace. 

Photo by Niklas Hamann on Unsplash

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