The Journey. (Senryū)

En route to our dreams,

we procure one-way tickets

through neon nightmares.

The question, however, becomes: “How much are you willing to pay for this trying travel?”

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Solitude. (Haiku)

sneering seagulls sing,

as he oars through lonely seas—

a party of one.

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The tender tendril,

writhes and dances o’er her love;

a painful allure.

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The stars, I offered,

along with lustering moonstones,

yet, she needed space.

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Would you help me up,

when crows sing the sun to sleep,

and my demons wake?

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It’s that time again,

when he travels round the sun,

with hopes not to burn.

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