all emotions are
signals to do something and
some do bad things but...
some do good things with
these signals of anger or joy
an alarm, of sorts
by bs
when guitar hero
is a dad, will he teach his
kids how to rock out?
by bs
well, all I can say
is I disagree with some
but it's getting good...
by bs
well, we can tell who
the family men aren't here
so go raise a cow
by bs
scattered newspapers
on alluring park benches
make me envious
by vince
Asinine answer
It shines down on me from heaven
Maybe a taco?
by Kevin Fowler of Demorest, GA
deep introspection
antipathetic focus
poor resolution
by ash
My private heaven,
my little hell? I don't know
which. I know it well.
by snail
lost in my own world
where i could not find myself
looking for the exit
lost in the great sea
i seem to be drowning in
my own consciousness
by Samantha of Florida
This generalized
anxiety disorder
is manageable.
by snail
For anxiety,
try valerian, gaba,
or melatonin.
Kava kava is
also supposed to help, and
so is tryptophan.
by snail
heavy drinking is
starting to look like a good
solution for it
by workingmomma of LRAR
i had anxiety
very badly today. ick
made me want to die.
by Anonymous Poet
rick should go outside
and ask a girl out at the
dumb grocery store. geesh.
by krista
Baby belly laughs
Invoke fundamental joy
Lights up everyone
by El of Santa Cruz
As meaningful as
I try to make other things,
music is a sound.
by snail
webkins are so cute
that's my daily excitement
my little one laughs
by SAHM
john mccain should know
the straight talk express
really smells like pee
by Anonymous Poet
priness jiggle butt
wants me to tell you something:
someone stole my spork!
by krista
'merkan chinese food
sucks so much. wish they'd stop it.
and try something else.
by krista
this conference call
makes having an abortion
seem like way more fun
by Hedy of ATL
5 pm deadline
lost in flurry of chatmails
never got work done
by vince
what is a bad Hai
Ku to you and or me, but
serendipitous
by stinky of Boss town
You love through the sounds
I love through understanding
We all find delight
by El of Santa Cruz
Kurt Cobain was lame
Songs he wrote were all the same
Should have died before
by Anonymous Poet
Tank is full, thank you mate
One One Five we celebrate
Time to start anew
by El of Santa Cruz
You balance pleasure
with the pain of attainment.
I live through the sounds.
I forget that I
even have fingers when I
lose myself that way.
Playing puts me in
a meditative state where
I become music.
by snail
Morrow, one one five
On this eve, change we await
Fill up your gas tanks
by Jimbroni
Morrow, one one five
On this eve, change we await
Fill up your gas tanks
by Jimbroni
Systems and workflow
Integration successes
Bring joy to my heart
by El of Santa Cruz
the first time i played
all i felt were the blisters
and of course the joy
by amplayer (for snail) of New England
Music is a drug,
altering the mind and moods
in powerful ways.
by snail
The first time I played
I couldn't feel my blisters,
only the pure joy.
by snail loves her guitar, too.
i love my guitars
play them till my fingers bleed
sorry i can't read
by amplayer of New England
Abortion is right
Kill all the babies in sight
Who cares anyway
by amplayer of New England
Better things to do
Than to write a bad Haiku
The sun has come out.
by Jo of Seattle
nice thought, great concept
only to be ruined by
extra syllables
unsung, unspoken
resting in silent graveyards
hasty burial
by vince
Santa Cruz deer wait
Patiently at the crosswalk
Evolution works
by El of Santa Cruz
i did it again
what the hell is wrong with me
i did the last three
by the stranger of out there
i forgot my name
on the previous haiku
this will have to do
by Anonymous Poet of out there
What the masses are saying:
bad haiku it is
while there is a strange allure
I'll not bookmark it
that saddens me so
i've succumb to the allure
i did bookmark it
by Anonymous Poet
you run left run right
not a word of truth in sight
I'm voting Nader
by the stranger of out there
escribo en una
lengua diferente.
Es una haiku?
by nombre
The power is out.
I am freezing my butt off.
Where's the damn fuse box?
by Tom
i do wonder if
I messed up and shoulda used
neither not either
by silly cause i wanna be
the new haiku rule
you can only write them with
your opposite hand
by and u must sit on your normal writing hand.. do not like it either!
give me stimulus
electric shock my wet hair
that should do the trick
by tickle
somebody farted
I declare it was not me
blame it on the dog
by your mom
my feet smell of fish
the bank of the river dried
we ran on the edge
by ouch cI stepped on a crawdad shell
my longing runs down
your body like hot fondue
and you do not know
by vince
