Hi all! I’ve decided to turn some of my favorite almost-haikus that I’ve posted here into mugs.
This one comes from a personal dilemma of mine as a writer:
“He wanted to type
angry words, but his fingers would
only type romance.”
If you’d like to check it out, follow the link here!
How human to think
When a bird overhead sings,
Its song is for us.
Life’s a show in which
the most pivotal scenes happen
where the crowd can’t see.
I was smug until
learning that knowledge expires.
To the drawing board.
The earth began to
spin the day your eyes met mine.
Let’s go for a ride.
Psst, psst, hey–
Pull me aside and tell me
Things you’d never say.
Art is raw emotion,
pushed through a sieve to
remove any lumps.
