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Disjointed

It just is, here, now

No time to sabotage this

Not true, whispers soul

 

Reflections, they change

The hush of silence tells all

Too little, too late

 

Sometimes the fall comes

No fist can keep the blood here

No heart beats that fast

 

Don’t know if you care

I don’t know if this hurts you

But I need to breathe

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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Moonlight

Well this silence is odd

It’s comfort

How foreign is that

 

There’s this strange

Light dance

Dizzying in my chest

 

I love it

Can I keep it?

Change smiles softly at me

 

It will be back

Once it leaves

I Promise

 

by Daphne Shadows

 

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I Exist

I don’t need a good excuse

I exist

Therefore I have the right to be

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

(Don’t forget, we’re human beings not human “doings”.)

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Co-Existing

There’s a hard place inside me

Nothing cruel

Or cold.

A void

Where none can hurt me.

Not warmth

This is a solitary place.

These moments settle into me

With a velvety grace

Lace against bare skin.

Moments

Where I’m lost.

Not a haze

Nothing stings

Perhaps I do hurt

But I can’t find my way.

Life becomes

A thick paste

I do not understand.

 

 

By Daphne Shadows

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#NationalHaikuPoetryDay Also

 

Truly, I don’t think

We are ever completely

Certainly, ready

 

By Daphne Shadows

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#NationalHaikuPoetryDay Again

This one, I can’t figure out what end line I prefer.

What do you think?

 

Sometimes you have to

Sing, read the letter, carry on

Can you feel your voice?

 

Sometimes you have to

Sing, read the letter, carry on

Does your voice tremble?

 

By Daphne Shadows

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#NationalHaikuPoetryDay

Happy National Haiku Poetry Day!

I swear there are fifteen different national holidays every single day. I’m on the fence about this. When every day is multiple National holidays, it kind of feels like it never really is a holiday. BUT, on the other hand, there’s the rare national holiday that I totally feel like celebrating (and, you know, happen to hear about in the first place). So I do like it. It allows us to each pick the ones we like and have fun with those.

I’m a conflicted individual.

 

This holiday is always on April 17th.

A haiku is a form of Japanese poetry.

It’s typically non rhyming and uses the elements of nature, language that captures emotions or memories, and/or beauty. Its flowing and very much poetic. It’s made of three lines. Each line has a specific amount of syllables. 5, 7, 5.

 

I had no clue this holiday existed.

Funny enough, last night I thought of a haiku before falling asleep.

 

It was the first time

Wind wiped it away again

It’s not the first try

 

By Daphne Shadows

 

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