Don't Judge Me by My Cover

i sit here alone

on this dusty bookshelf.

no one will open me

pick me up

or barely even

glance at me.

am i ugly?

am i not appealing

to the eye?

yes it's true.

i am ugly.

but what i hold inside

is something of magic.

a euphony opf words.

one day

i will get picked up and opened

and i know i will never get put back.

Haiku

nature's pattern

tree's crust moss bark

granny's wrinkles

Ashy Skin

The sun

leading to drought

cracked

flaky white

crocodile

straight from

its swap

dry and rough

crusty peel

particles of

dead skin cells

lead to dust-

bunny of gray

dull ashy skin

I

I wear a mask of lies

and talk with a tongue of pure silver.

I will gaze at you with pearls as eyes

and am outfitted with rubies and saphires.

I live in a house of gold

with a door of diamonds.

But under all my fanatasies

and fictional dreams is just a

plain man with a plain house.

With nothing to do but wait

for my dreams to become reality.

Justin’s Collection of Haikus

In the spring
Sleeping trees awake
To new colors

Storm at sea
But life is peaceful
Below the waves

Turtle walks
Carefully planning
His next step

Wandering traveler
Ambles through a wood
Of which he is unfamiliar

Old, wise stump
Sits in a forest of
Young, nimble trees

Gentle spring
Flowing over bumps
In its path

After flames
Saplings are found
Below the ashes

Polluted water
Is given a chance by
A cleansing stream

Dying tree
Is given new hope
By a sudden rain

Comforting breeze
Passes over many places
But always moves on

From the sky

fell a rose with 24 petals

and in the middle

i was conquering hearts

Why Do We Continue

Why do we continue repeating history over and over,
why do we continue digging graves lower and lower.
We all cry for peace but be careful what you wish for,
because it will be hate that will arrive at your door.
It will come to a time where hate is love and love is hate,
care for what you do now before it's too late.
They cry to change the world but neglect to change their own,
peace will not come to us I can feel it in my bones.
Why do we continue to pretend that we care,
take burdens upon themselves, the ones they cannot bear.