Collected Haiku #51

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insanity is
when everything makes sense to
no one but yourself

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words, will you flitter
as capricious pixies do
when happy thoughts fade?

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I'm confident that
if I love this existence
I'll get what I need

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this is my promise
to the dreams I've left behind
this is me realized

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these little earthquakes
underneath shattered spirit
my ashes ascend

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if I am exposed
in the eyes of eternity
should I stand modest?

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I am most alive
when words in my mind take flight
to everyone's sky

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when mean people speak
I'm a tropical island
with loud waterfalls

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poets are only
as exquisite as eyes that
gaze upon their words

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