– haiku # 61 –

Make it out alive. Do not hide in pain no more… leave it in the snow. D.J. Whisenant Advertisements

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– a hell to call my own –

Worse than any sulfuric smell, much worse than the feeling of fire upon my flesh… it isn’t loneliness no more that haunts me, or whether or not Daddy Dearest wants me. It is to be trapped in such a glass household as this, the one I know all too well… It is to be trapped […]

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– slick distraction –

They perish everyday, a tragedy everyday, taken down young and old… the bullets shot and came, blood spilt all the same, massacred as we now know… yet the talk on the tip of ev’ry little tongue is gossip, glitz, glam, and Glee. The shadows lounging in front of me… the shady show playing in front […]

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– 2114 –

In a hundred years or so, will these words here change your life? Will you please put down the knife, and start over again? With a hundred years to go, will my words here be enough? When your stance needs to get tough, could I be a helping hand?   Go forth, sons and daughters. […]

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– the mature thing –

The ma- ture thing… would be… to express truth and honesty. The ma- ture thing… should be… needed right now… yet the dishes… I see… they need some cleanin’ I do believe, so ma- turity… I need… takes a timeout.     D.J. Whisenant Advertisements

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– waiting for no one –

Snowy night at a cramped bar, I de- cided to test the fates. It was a random event by far, yet I longed to be en- gaged. So I tried a new drink, and barely got drunk. I chased the house noise to distract the hunt, for I… was… drinking… for two. Dim lights darkened […]

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– simple, somber words –

I love you… I love you. Shame won’t change it. Distance won’t e- rase it. Mind games and finger blame won’t faze it.     D.J. Whisenant Advertisements

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