Trail MixImagine, the plane has gone down and we're lost in the desert. There's no food except for the dead passengers and a container of trail mix. The passengers soiled themselves during the crash, leaving them inedible and shitty. We try to make our way back to civilization, and along the way we try to ration the trail mix. You wake up the next morning to find only peanuts left. "What the fuck, Brad," you say to me, who is Brad. There's remnants of what were once melting M&M's and chocolate chips smudged around my mouth. "I'm sorry," I manage to mutter through the tears as my addiction becomes apparent. They drop on the ground and sizzle away in the sun's heat, like a chicken named "Hope" in a frying pan. As we continue our journey, you dig through the desolation that is peanuts, expecting only disappointment, but alas! You find a pair of raisins, stuck together, like two chickens named "Hope" in a frying pan. You raise them to your cracking lips, and eat them, savoring their swee
Steak SandwichA taste of red leaps and bounds all over the place, flashes of gold splash around.The waitress's words feel soft as wool as she asks,"Does everything taste all right?"It does, but it's not that simple.Beef gets torn apart with every bite,Chewed through, crunched throughThe fried onions are spiky, and jab at my tongue while making crackling sounds under the pressure of teeth.The bread is rough and tough, all of the softness toasted out of it.There's too much else going on here for one to just taste their food.
Will I also returnI was young as spring,and held to autumn's windlike pomegranates in the highest branches, before crows hollowed them autumn flurries returnwith the scent of fallen fruit,dying leavescrushed underfoot, shelter for next spring
.a leaf falls; it toohas had to sever itselffrom the one it loves
DeceptiveDeceptive:Little butterfly,Tempting with beautiful wings;Poisons quickly.-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
.did you ever stopto think, that maybe the starsare gazing at you
Haiku 12late spring stormthe wet robin rests,chest heaving
early mornings iron skies tinted with peach flavored whispers, our mountain mornings give me peace when the inside feels like war.
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
Haikus from the woodsLight through the branchesGreenish flower scents arise!Blind man sees anewDe la lumière à travers les branchesDes senteurs verdâtres de fleur émergent !L'aveugle voit à nouveauLost kids in the woodsThe human-faced tree stares,Hidden in the darkEnfants perdus dans les boisL'arbre à visage humain observe,Caché dans l'obscuritéVegetables grow -Among the desolationSuch foodie colours!Des légumes poussent -Parmi la désolationTant de couleurs gourmandes !
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
British PetroleumWaves turn sand to mudOil washed away like darknessThat sad, long lost mess