Think Unresponsive CloudsI want to tear down these cloudsLike the heavy curtains they areThey hang there, hopelessly,Not parting, nor breaking into tearsLet me shred them away, I beg of you,Before I go madBecause I feel like a caged beastTrapped under these unmoving, thoughtless cloudsLet freely shine the sun
OneSome people want to be known by the worldTo be honest, I don't think it be worth it.Why have the world know only your face,When one would know your heart, you, so much better?Why sell yourself to everyone in the world?When you could mean the world to one?
Soft and SteadySoft and steadyIs the way one breathesOnce night reaches a certain hourIt terrifies meTo be awake while you sleepBecause my demons are hungry for powerThey whisper their doubtIn the crevices of my mindWhile my soul tries to fight them awayPanicked, I quiver,Though not alone in this winter,I'll breathe when you promise to stay
Long WeekI don't feel like myself todayAnd I don't know whyIn fact, I haven't felt like myself all weekAnd it's driving me mad, that I can't even speakTo explain this odd feeling, a feeling so weakIn spirit, in color, in all that I call, "me"
I Want to Know YouTell me about youWhat you love, the past you're running fromTell me the person you'd like to beWhere you'd like to go, where you feel at homeIf you're scared of being alone... just tell meIt might be arrogant to promise, but I'll listen.Tell me about youAnd we can lose ourselves for a whileIn the fragility of words and the slow slip of timeIn that wonderful propinquityOf just simply being with each other
Thunder OpposersWords, create shapes,As you enter the air.'Cause we're whisperin' Against thunder...And he doesn't careThat his rumblin' drowns our voiceHis shadow, our lightSo words, take your shapeAnd strike back, or take flight
Serpent HuntingThe King of the SerpentsLays in his jungleWatching passers byWith an unblinking gazePinning his preyTo the walls of the backdropFrozen, and waiting,They watch as he swaysHe dances once for themThe beautiful macabreOf twirling and slinkingTo a song that he hearsWhile the jungle remains silentFrozen, and waiting,Lost in his danceIn that moment of fear
Ink VeinsDripping, slipping ink dropsFrom the forest of my veinsPool there, beneath my feetBut they do not cause me painAgony, others call it.Watching drops slip down my wristsYet they balance, before falling fromMy pearly fingertips
SoulThis soul that I callMe, fits perfectly, with thisSoul that you call you
Downpourrain-soaked oaken boughscrystalline droplets dangleloath to leave the leaves
quacking jokesthree ducks explodeinto laughter:private joke
Haikus from the woodsLight through the branchesGreenish flower scents arise!Blind man sees anewDe la lumière à travers les branchesDes senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !L'aveugle voit à nouveauLost kids in the woodsThe human-faced tree stares,Hidden in the darkEnfants perdus dans les boisL'arbre à visage humain observe,Caché dans l'obscuritéVegetables grow -Among the desolationSuch foodie colours!Des légumes poussent -Parmi la désolationTant de couleurs gourmandes !
renga tree- hangoverjust before dawnthe hunchbacked moonlimps home
The Window Seat窓際の席日本の旅はもう三回目だった。今度シンガポールから上海向けの飛行機に乗った。そして、乗り換えで名古屋の中部国際空港へ行った。面倒くさいなあ・・・たしかに。でも、窓から眺めたと、見たことのなかった絶景が目に映った。日本人たちさえ驚嘆した、"す
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
Haiku 4Grey skies thick todayThe air is cool and wispyRemembering sun