I like to write haikus.

 

PLANES.

Traveled wings unfold.
Stirring smoke swirls in the sun.
Into the unknown.

DREAMS.

Surreal and fickle,
Dreams are the mirror that you're
afraid to look in.


ABANDONED.

Dusty and peaceful,
a casual vacancy
with no companions.

DRY SEASON.

Dusty sand fills me.
Minds melt within the fiery,
till the rain soothes us.


IGNORANCE.

When walls of the blind
crack under the heavy weight,
painful truth seeps in.

THE PIT.

A confine of thoughts.
Feelings swim dangerously.
Trapped cycle of lies.