My hand round his face
Pulling back to bare his throat
I thrust the knife in
I twist it a bit harder
Peace when the windpipe is cut.

Everywhere wet
Puddles glisten and mirror
The drops as they grow.

You sit behind your keyboard,
Tapping words onto the screen,
Your creepy, slimey character
Is there, for all to be seen.

You bully and you goad,
'Never wrong' is what you think,

Some people hope,
Some people pray
That love and affection,
Will meet them some day.

The lost and the lonely,
The frightened, the scared,
All wish they had someone,
Had someone that cared.

Learning the hard way
In alleyways of my youth
The lessons for life

"I'm pregnant, so now we must wed"
Were the worst words that she ever said
I took a strong stance
Said " No fucking chance"
Then jumped in my car and I fled!

There's something a little perverse
About constantly thinking in verse
It's blowing my mind
To keep thinking in rhyme
I'll probably end up in a hearse.

These bloody Haiku
Have taken me prisoner
Get out of my head!!

The first is but five,
The second must be seven,
The third, five again,
Line four and five are equal,
Both are seven syllables.

Something different
The Tanka form is ancient
This one is my first
I struggle with this Tanka
I'm crap! A proper wanker!

Heart jumps to your throat
Beads of sweat trickle downward
Adrenalin rush

There was a moment of weightlessness,
A wonderful moment of floating,
A moment of complete silence,
A moment of slow motion,
Frame
By frame
By frame
By frame.

Frosted valleys shine
Evergreens are frozen white
A cold crispness reigns

A spattering,
Light, misty rain
Stipples my screen,
Glistening droplets
Hypnotise,
Exquisite jewels
Luring me to the rail,
I wait for your scream.

Julie help this broken heart
That's been ripped out and torn apart,
Bring relief to me,
My battered soul.

I miss her smile, her scented hair,
Laying next to her body bare,
She's the one