Creation

existence has no
meaning on its own
all is largely entropy

in this calm eye of chaos
i dream of fireflies
flickering and fickle

singing truth to me in lullabies
their light brings sense

(where confusion
once triumphed)
beauty appears

and i am surrounded

Musings

i have you on repeat. every other lyric leaves.

i'm not sure if you know your definition. part of me hopes you do, but part of me is terrified of that ever happening.

which side of the coin speaks truth?

i just don't know
    so i search you silently
             and whisper you
                    when i'm alone

Analysis

short-lived muses, long-term dreams, late nights, beautiful mornings.

that is my composition.

おつげ Otsuge (oracle)

we exist nowhere
wise oracles unknown, we
sing atop the stars.

the artist formerly known as "poet"

nothing worth saying, so i'll just say this

thoughts are fragmented
i guess because there's no time
to think them
complete them
to make them sound right.

...it doesn't feel right.

i'd rehearse this over but the big day looms closer and i've gotten no better. don't know whether i should give up now or just keep keeping on.

inspiration's running on fumes; satisfaction is something that haiku can't do.

the muse hasn't paid what she owes, but i can't let you know. so...

"the screen is still blank, but i swear something's there; i just typed it in white." i hope you believe me.

and you leave me,
to argue with myself over a good place to hang my

hyperbole,

though there are no hooks in sight...

only fragments for miles.

should i keep walking?