oh well, your website
is sour grapes anyways
I've better things to do
by Mox
i admit words shake
souls up but they can also
heal, instruct, and guide
by Mox
we will never give
up, or surrender for hell's
voices speak volumes
but are drowned out by
the fury of peace of mind and
a quiet rebuke
by Mox
shrugs, like a road rage
let the guy die down the road
obituaries his
by Mox
do me a favor
next time you say harsh words as
I am known for see
me in you speaking
and think of those who do the
same great leap forward
by Mox
to try and shock and
hear the voices silenced speaks
volumes to hell's thoughts
silence the word smiths
smash the machines, luddites play
games with the future
by Mox
many stand in line
to lash out and decide in
haste to make waste in
by Mox
slice your fuckin' wrists
cut off your typing fingers
take a fuckin' rest
by ap
the greeks do it best
with a little ouzo head
love those lamb gyros
by hungry
think ouzo might work?
I
by scotch (but thanks for keeping it to a stanza)
anyone got a
thing of ouzo here? I'd think
I might make sense then
by Mox
finally it's here
cleansing spirits of the year
took you long enough
by thank you
the voyeur
by scotch to lush
seventeen fingers
balled into a mighty fist!
pow! smack! biff! basho!
by the haiku avenger rides again
run-on sentences
inelegantly broken
do not make haiku
by Anonymous Poet
the future holds much
uncertainty, and faith keeps
some from slicing wrists
from giving up, from
thinking all is in vain and
I am not sure if
this makes people strong
or just pisses people off
due to superstition
like the idea of 5,7,5...
by Mox
Worst advice ever:
"Dance like no one is watching."
Why not just dance well?
by Lush
nagging is of an
addict, it guides those closest
to a child, in some
cases, but one cares not
but steers away from the mad
the mind is clear when
when I am gone, or
you die, what will your words mean
emptiness? cbs?
by Mox
I have a great deal
of issues but also faith
and those might come to
be under some strange thought
event, circumstance, even
moving on, to what...
by Mox
at times I tend to
think that people get used to
their own opinions
as being the only
reality of others, when in fact
that's subjective
by Mox
I'm leaning back in
my chair thinking that people are
people...depeche mode
by Mox
Rip Van Winkle-like,
I find that two years have gone!
sadly, mox has not
by scotch
so hey there janis
about that april fools prank
a belated ha!
by scotch
that last one was mine...
the happy haiku hacker
and joku jester
by scotch
there is no knowing
an electron
by Anonymous Poet
hey, the site's back up
now security coded!
when did this happen?
by scotch
life for melody
push aways are pardon free
left with cherish
by singing Madonna..do dee do
happy birthday bro
you got away from this shit
i really miss u
by burning down the house
just occured to me
like it should to you and i
arrows targets not
by take it easy
in her mind she thought
this guy will be good for me
he trophied her out
by little punk ass
that was delightful
some of the coolest ones yet
thanks for that.uh uh
by water
transport a delight
I'm in subjagation of
this fever needs joy
by static..yes..hmm
follow devout waves
in Pseudo-Revelation
children of the day
by golden calf etc..
grande split in a rock
hammer hit the natural
crevice of mind seeps
by book of..
strike short this stair-way
hex~ it lies in a nut shell
cross tears seek sound deep
by high flying
Bulmaca ve Gazetelerde
by Bulmaca of Bulmaca
we are all human
here, whatever is just to
be as it will be
by Mox
some people write to gain
praise, others to focus their
feelings and insides...
by Mox
in fact people come
into our lives and decide for
us how to live till
those people are gone
from death or seperation
justice is a word
sometimes they can't be
contained but the words on
their own mean nothing
by Mox
the thing about this thing
called madness is social at
times, hysteria...
by Mox
when the inmates broke
out of the asylum and
found Cthulhu, IA!
by Mox
sunhine and fresh air
doctor ordered happiness
great day for the zoo!!
by monkey business
a stalwart series
of morons with weakend knees
will ya find truth, please?
by Lush
i am what i am
just as you are what you are
but i'm way more smug
by ash
i can't quite get there
the place where you are at now
is not where i am
by Richard Robertson
yell at the glued mouse
look alive get a move on
but ya know it's dead
by crapola in the hole-a
doors flusterment shape
echoes hell in the bathroom
leaving no escape
by blaaaahh down down
i hate english class
by matt kowalski of bethlehem, pa
hmm, what if I threw this
computer out the window, burned all my writings and became a stockbroker?
by Mox