short poems

[curgoth]

Caffeine paranoid
You are all out to get me
And my magic beans!

Chemically awake
Bad for me but I must work
I wish I could sleep

Creeping ants inside
I want to go hide away
Grey summer skies fume

Comments

[burning-string.livejournal.com]

It is haiku time
Fun with counting syllables
And diffusing angst.

[curgoth]

Everything seems
So much simpler when broken
Down into 5, 7 and 5.

[burning-string.livejournal.com]

You have syllables
That do not conform to the
Strict haiku standard

I can empathize
However with your need to
Simplify the world

[curgoth]

Damn. When I'm tired
I cannot count syllables
No cookie for me.