When I'm bored, I write haiku. Here are some of them.
Saving just enough, You took to the skies above; All for Bryan's love.
Here—what you asked for: ‘Happy Birthday Dear Laura.’ Are you happy now? What? Not good enough? Sounded like a bit of muff? Maybe that's just tough.
She's changed. So have I. Time to close the last chapter. We've all moved on now.
Here it comes again. Something perplexing my brain, Driving me insane.
Blurry in the head, Eyes all decorated red; Less alive than dead.
My marbles are lost; Endless stress exerts its cost. The line, my mind, crossed.
Much as the heart cries, The memory never dies Till the last tear dries.
Agony and hurt. The times you feel just like dirt, A speck on a shirt.
These haiku are based on a conversation I had with Sarah on 12 January 2000.
My heart breaks into A thousand pieces or two, All longing for you.
‘Cute,’ Sarah remarked, ‘Practising for Valentine's?’ Say, I wouldn't mind!
Computers are not All that grandly romantic. What does the heart crave?
Flaming mozzie bites, They're such a royal nuisance! Won't they go away?