Haiku

Firstly, a title,
Then come some meaningful lines,
Here the poem ends.

Dear diary,

How did it happen,

Being pulled into this art,

Of giving a rhythm,

To the words of my heart,

It's deeper than a diary,

But I let people see,

These are raw feelings,

To the highest degree,

So feel my pains,

Share in my smiles,

Join me in tears,

As I write through my trials,

Come on my journey,

It's only just begun,

And through these days I'll keep fighting,

Because in all I'm having fun.

Mind Mess

Everything is on

my empty mind

but a tethering point

I cannot find.

There isn't a way

to get these words down

put pen to page

and feet to ground.

Like a word search

a mess of a system

if I find the words

my mouth will twist 'em

so I find a diversion

always the same

got the words, got the rhythm

and nothing to say.