THE THRILL OF WRITING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Hear The Rhythm
Of My Pulse Beating
Between My Ears
As I Tap, Tap, Tap The Keys

KNOWING THE TRUTH

By  Charles Robert Lindholm and Wet Bliss

 

I developed bad habits

Before I saw the patterns

To know I was an addict

HAIKU: I’M ADDICTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I was fine before

I started writing Haiku

CRAVING

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

You are so sweet to my soul

you make me crave you like candy

you are irresistible

and I am so weak

What We Want Most

Revel in the scars

still bleeding out for attention:

Begging for mercy to no one,

our voices echo as empty seashells

lapping at our tormenters’ feet.

Toddler in a King Sized Bed

The glow of the streetlight reflects the curve of my arm.

As it lay limp around this cool fat pillow.

I feel like a toddler in a king sized bed.

Small and negligible.

Soft breathy sighs of a night’s silent dream,

Through a window I jump.

No burning or falling to my end.

Instead I float like a dirty feathered pigeon and,

Land on my feet.

 

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