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Time for....my first poem here! (dun dun dunnnn) I wrote it for the FLP. Unnamed.


Calling Ravens
at their nightly post,
relaying messages
of despair.

The sound is dreaded
but it comes every night.
Worthless hope, as if any hope
has worth.

Keep the Ravens close
and they will protect you
but they will drag you down.

Keep them far
and you will not know of the pain.
You will be oblivious
and not carry the weight of their words.

Choose wisely the words
you wish to hear.
Ones of lies, or ones of dreadful truths?
Decide carefully.

So bright and bold
she seems, but she's
full of fright; she's cold.

Inside the sad cafe
blues music drips down the walls
and time is stuck.
People sip their coffee endlessly,
pondering the meaning of life
and whether their toaster needs to be fixed.

Inside the sad cafe
things are slow, smooth, calm.
Nothing is rushed.
Smooth jazz is played, slow
as that man's heartbeat.
Nothing is hectic.
And slowly, everything melts.
This is the way life is.

So bright and bold
she seems, but she's
full of fright; she's cold.

I guess I just like haiku.

That actually wasn't a haiku.