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The Secret Corner
6 years ago
Haiku Tuesday #4: Lover's Spat
Based from a true story...period.
Like Father Like Son
When people ask me what I miss about you, my answer varies:
Your hand holding mine, a softball mitt, a rough paw.
The hollow of your neck where body showers always smell better.
You running your fingers slowly through my hair. The most romantic act ever.
Your faith in me: I am a nice person, said you.
I also remember this one moment in the car, when you told me that sometimes, when we fight, you felt like hitting me. And you hated that; both the wanting and the resisting of the act. There's nothing that could be done, you said, voice cracking, I am my father's son.
Your hand holding mine, a softball mitt, a rough paw.
The hollow of your neck where body showers always smell better.
You running your fingers slowly through my hair. The most romantic act ever.
Your faith in me: I am a nice person, said you.
I also remember this one moment in the car, when you told me that sometimes, when we fight, you felt like hitting me. And you hated that; both the wanting and the resisting of the act. There's nothing that could be done, you said, voice cracking, I am my father's son.
Haiku Tuesday #3
(late, sorry! in more ways than one, when it comes to this haiku)
the baby's a girl
just so you know, so one day
you won't sleep with her
Yogilates
She was tiny with big breasts. She wore a tshirt which says Girl Power and they stretched taut across her chest. Her hamstring was the focus of my attention, as was her calves when she demonstrated the frog pose, a fluid act of motion. My thighs burned all the way while she counted to five, I thought of of similar my lungs felt when I came up too long after a dive. We breathed a loud sigh of relief when she dropped to her mat, until she turned to us and said, "Hey what're you guys doing following me? I said NOT YET."
Haiku Tuesday #3: Freewrite
I'm racing with time
two thousand in ten minutes
marathon of words
I try to attempt ten minutes of writing everyday
Haiku Tuesday #2: disarm me with a smile
Love is not a crime(my boyfriend grew up in an abusive childhood. his dad, after a beating, will tell him that he loves him.)
so don't blame him for loving
your skin and your soul
Haiku Tuesday: Run
You'll never know what
the loneliness of a long
distance runner means
This was taken of a short story titled 'the loneliness of a long distance runner' (also a poem by a different author), and written in reference to my boyfriend who feels running is not a 'sport'. I thought of this line continuously during my first attempt of long distance running (21km). There's something very therapeutic about it.
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