Kant got something right
with the "categorical
imperative," yes.
by snail would universalize her current choices
according to this
its been a really long time
Tisme do I know???
by some internet chick
Ron Paul may not have
a chance, but I won't vote for
"the lesser evil."
by snail of authenticity
boston emit smells
like thrash left out in the rain
which indeed it is
by vince
vote mcsame as bush
nobama joe six-pack *wink*
i approve this mess
by vince
Oh its not boredom
Will I find the right woman?
Woman of my dreams?
I've looked all my life
I've met her several times
But she is married
She is just too young
Or she is too old for me
Lives too far away
by Tisme
Our lives move forward
A little step at a time
Inch by so slow inch
by Tisme
you don't have to write
anything if you get bored.
I enjoy it, though.
by snail
It takes focus to
type out fantasies that are
better than real life.
by snail
Sums it up for me
Autumns light. Misty mornings
Muted red brown leaves
by Tisme
Erotic Writing
requires real concentration
Harder than it looks
by Its not wham bang thank you mam
Well Internet chick
Is it really all that time?
I thought, was last year?
by Tisme
Sepia again
This morning there's not a cloud
Sunshine in Paris?
by Tisme
Welcome back. I don't
remember you, but I've been
gone even longer.
by snail
december 18th
two thousand and two, was the
last time I was here
I missed all the fun,
writting all of these haikus,
but glad I'm back now
by Some internet chick
Live dangerously
because there isn't much time
to fear the ending.
by snail
I'm leaving one now.
Perhaps I should be discreet
when I crawl away.
by snail
when you go away
take your stuff and move along
do you leave a trail?
by hee hee
well I admit it
it totally makes me mad
but then why?? really???
by u r a BIG FAT jerK!!! ;)
Narcissistic hope:
We may be too much alike.
We both have "issues."
by snail
At least he's not gay.
He is just delightfully
feminine, it seems.
by snail
his pants were burning
the water was dirty too
I don't wonder why
by aim stright and you may hit your target
love never despairs
anything in excess time
that music kisses
by when in love with love..and oh freak a e gadszzzzz ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wish he relaxed
around me like I do when
I am around him.
by snail wants the healing to be mutual
With him, I can use
the phone again. Phobias
don't get in my way.
by snail
eager excitement
from beginning to the end
war's tongue slips inside
by the best of you
Connecting this way
was always impossible
until I met him.
by snail
sanguine nail down love
suggestive woman's royals
will of desire
by smellin like a rose
We're so much alike
that there is incompleteness
in being apart.
by snail feels halved
I guess it tells me
that he isn't ready yet.
Maybe he won't be.
by snail of miserable possibilities
pay attention now
the split has a good purpose
what does it tell you?
by the F layer
cheese or chocolate
I want my happiness dipped
my lips then clean lick
by fondue without dick
just dance with yourself
then sweating will be easy
no embarassment
by billy idol has a tight ass
serious the slut
she's laying down on the job
that's total focus
by stenchy wenchy
I want to touch him
so badly that my skin aches
when I say his name.
by snail
His anxiety
got the better of us both.
Dancing got canceled.
by snail, who lied about not being disappointed
I've not much to say
your life's so interesting..
and it stays that way
by 24 hours of air
why debate just ig...
just say your peace and go but
they say theirs as well
by bs
encompassed a mile
gravel slide beneath the wheels
still looking for signs
by vince
I'm off to Paris
With the artist Soryna
Not heard of her yet?
by Tisme
Her skin is so black
Tall and elegant dancer
From Caracou isle
"I was in caracou"
I was there this august time
I described her town
We laugh and we dance
said "She'll come to bed with me"
Man I love travel
by Tisme
light from the low sun
Colours are like old sepia
Casting long shadows
by Tisme
"Bad" haiku works when
security allows for
creative freedom.
by snail
emptied beer cans strewn
amid spilled wine carafes... swoon
vomit at the moon
by Lush
A feeble debate
Whilst marionettes conflate
Sooner masturbate
by Lush
Bad Haiku, first rule:
Don't sumbit sublime poems.
Vince seems unctuous.
by Lush
a lonely evening
ends with appreciation
thanks, you made my day
by vince
Vince is a genius,
in case anyone had doubts.
That "stars" poem rocks.
by snail
I'm glad he doesn't
use his computer for fun.
My secrets are safe.
by snail
tan young beauty skates
vagabond crooning badly
tourists mostly spent
by Technokoi of Venice Beach
