in its truest form,
has little to do with actual comfort,
and everything to do
with having someone
to share your discomfort with.
My nostrils sing songs
Of joy and relaxation.
Sing with me Tumblr!
Tell me what you think! Not sure how I feel about it yet.
My cat Roxy caught a baby blue jay last night,
despite being fed a gourmet spread
served on a platter, finely shredded.
She mauled the mangled mass of
bright blue feathers dripping dark red;
almost not alive, yet not completely dead.
Desperately chirping with a broken beak,
feeling its skin pulled apart
by claws and teeth,
Deserted on the doormat to die,
the pulverized pulp of the once baby bird,
searched for answers with its one remaining eye.
Then it stopped breathing and I
could have helped, but didn’t even try;
too consumed by images of my own demise.
Roxy and I are a lot alike I find;
I don’t care for the taste of blood,
but I can be ruthless from time to time.
The gem I just dropped
Would make any woman say,
“He went to Jared”
I posted some bathroom humor earlier tonight, COMPLETELY forgetting that I decided last week start a new weekly post called “Toilet Haiku Tuesday!”
From now on, every Tuesday I will reblog the haipoo that made me laugh the most from the previous week. Make sure you submit your best haipoos to toilethaikus.tumblr.com for a chance to have your poem featured!
No more Sriracha
Butthole burns like Charizard
Yet sprays like Blastoise
Toilet Haikus (haipoos) are haikus written on the toilet. They are fun and silly, and the best part is… ANYONE can haipoo!
Submit your own today!
My friend Lily and I created a new literary genre, and a corresponding collective. Please submit original haikus that you write while on the toilet.
There’s an elephant in the room
and he’s staring at you
daring you to make your next move
He knows you’ve got nothing left to lose
What are you going to do?
I’ll ride this wave of happiness
until I hit land
then I’ll grab my board
and paddle out again.
I write shitty poetry when I get sad/frustrated/angry. I’ll share some of them with you, they’re kind of embarrassing. This one is the earliest one I saved (like a year ago):
The darkness is suffocating at night
sifting through my mind
making sense of these feelings
this is a losing fight
Endless hours pass away
people think that I’m insane
but the first time I heard her voice
I knew I’d never be the same
This will never work
too many obstacles stand in our path
my brain knows it but I laugh
cause there’s no way in hell my heart is believing that
I want to scream but reality makes the air thick
and I’m known for my ability to be optimistic
Who gives a fuck what is right
she screams my name
and this won’t be the last time
cause these dreams haunt me every night
the sun continues to rise