Just Random Haikus.

Liars hide their eyes, / Shutting windows to the soul. / Just look at their hands.

You pick a number, / Roll the dice or choose your suit. / How are your chances?

Heroes and villains. / They’re both from the same story, / Just from different views.

The fool stares upon the winding road, Hands tremble, eyes dart, breath caught, As they gaze upon the path where spirits roam. What a poor miserable fool, unable to fathom this is it, They belong on this winding road, to wander wherever they may. But they are cemented in place, such a lonely silly fool. The fool needs help, but there are none. The fool needs guidance, but there are none. The fool needs friends, but there are none. They feel a feather-light tap, letting a dog-like yelp escape, As the fool spun around to see what monster it could be. They sighed. The fool was silly, The fool was absurd! A hand extended in greeting did they return As on the blind man, a smile did turn.

To find the fool who killed him.

Beyond the city, the caves, the desolate valley, A castle stands in silence as the wood trees sway. Silence in its walls, its homes, its halls, Any sign of life or feeling, a mere myth in the minds of souls. Fun, tragedy, anger, all were absent as others traverse, But they must be wary, as there are souls who reside here. They live in shadows, for they have been judged, Cast to the void To be the very shadows at your feet.

Haikus are lovely, / But I’ve been thinking about / Sharing my stories.

I’m trying to draw, / But there’s emptiness inside. / Where’d my passion go?

Doors open and close. / Opportunity arrives, / And sometimes it goes.

Now away from home. / A cacophony of cars / Outside my window.

Soaring through the skies / As I sit still in silence. / Imagination.

A weight has lifted. / Songbirds sing and the sun shines / Where everything’s clear.

Between you and me, / there’s a bright future in store / for you. Hang in there.

Don’t give in, soldier. / Not when the sky turns crimson / or the ground gives in.

When everything’s dark, / even if it’s just a spark, / please look for the light.

Well, son of a gun, / it’s time to make a pattern. / Only every three!

There’s hesitation / without a hand to guide me. / A marionette.