Haiku

* Decided to take a new approach to poetry. This is my attempt at a Haiku *

Weeping, heaving heart
Stitches becoming unseamed

Wants needle and thread.

* Image Source: http://media.photobucket.com/image/stitched%20heart/babygirl-jaeda/heart.jpg *
* The original image does not belong to me *

Lolita

* An original poem, inspired by a song *

Dearest little Lolita,
The water of life, the water of torrential lovers.
Known as Lo or Lola. . .
Although different, it's all the same to her.

Often called malicious,
My hot-tempered doll - wrapped up in shrink wrap.
Half cotton wool, the other half stainless steel.
Innocent as a lamb, yet with razor sharp edges.

Pure and untainted,
Yet corrupt and cruel.
When at night she dreams of wolves,
It's poor Lola who bleeds.

They say "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets",
And when your tongue slips, you shriek your wild belly laugh.
As wild as a phenomenon - like a banshee's scream,
And you'll surrender yourself when you see them all.

With detrimental emerald eyes,
You'll pull on your stockings of a red disintegrated hue.
My femme fatale - Although a goddess to many,
Poor Lolita is merely my porcelain treasure.

Lo or Lolita, be it different or the same,
I'll cradle her like a Christmas bauble - as something fragile.
Because whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
She's my dearest little Lolita. . .

* Original image is mine. I created and Photoshopped it *

The Tree

* An original poem, inspired by trees *

Here we stand, as stiff as toys, yet as tall as any man,

Watching civilisation evolve and eventually fade away.
Here we stand weeping, often with a sigh,
Which rustles through our leaves like a silken windsong.

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We are stronger than mere man,
But snap our limbs and hear us scream.
For broken branches will take a while to replace,
A slow and painful process we despise.

And when the storms burn, flames peeling our skin, leaving us charcoaled and raw,

Do you hear us scream?
We'll grit our teeth, our feet trapped in the soil,
As we bear the pain and suffer in silence.

Here we stand, as stiff as toys, yet as tall as any man,
Watching civilisation evolve and eventually fade away.
Here we stand weeping, often with a sigh,

Watching humanity with a remorseful goodbye.

* Image Source: http://media.photobucket.com/image/spooky%20forest/SamheinWarlock/SpookyForest.jpg *

* The original image does not belong to me *