It’s high time I took in a movie and “(500) Days of Summer” hit the nail on the head for me in many ways: I wanted something I could simultaneously laugh at and something that resemble real life love/romance/disappointment. So, because the movie quoted Arthur Miller’s assessment of getting over a woman (write about her) I am taking liberties to write as well. In haiku format. Since there are no names attached to this it’s anyone’s guess as to who I’m talking about unless there’s a blatant clue. I’ve written multiple haiku about the same people so sometimes there might be a sweet one and I’m remembering something nice about that former love and then I might write something not-so-nice about them. At least I can know this: I’ve said all these things to them in person. Except for the one to George Michael. I never did get past security to give him my poems.
He was my first love
selling popsicles each day
summer love. 3rd grade.
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All through junior high
you’d think I’d know you were dumb
aaaaaand you’re still a dick
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You could have told me
except you don’t know yourself
now you don’t know me
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Little time has passed
between our last encounter
fresh wounds don’t heal fast
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“Don’t tell anyone”
like I wanted them to know
arrogant bastard
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Your laugh still gets me
wrongs haven’t been righted
so yeah, I’m still sad
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I made room for you
my life was already full
you’re shit out of luck
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George Michael was straight
at least to my teenage mind
there goes the 80s
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You used to be smart
playing “dumb” got you more play
too bad. Brains are hot.
Very nice. Hope karma kicks someone’s ass for you.
You used to be smart
playing “dumb” got you more play
too bad. Brains are hot.
…is fabulous and needs to be put on a sign so that I can put it on my desk (at home, don’t think work would find that amusing.
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Ahhhh, Haiku. The universal language.
Without thinking, I could peg every one of these on someone specific. Loves lost, all of ‘em. Good riddance, well said.
I hate haiku, but these? Brilliant! My favorite?
“I made room for you
my life was already full
you’re shit out of luck”
And..umm, are you telling me that George Michael is NOT straight? Excuse me, I have to go cry myself back to sleep, now.
I freakin’ love Haikus. They are my favorite things to do when I just need to be quickly poetic. Yours are killing me. Love them and you!
Brains ARE hot. Love it!
I’m a fan of this one:
You could have told me
except you don’t know yourself
now you don’t know me
for some reason i’ve never been able to identify with the haiku. i’m more of a limerick gal, although i like to make the last line of my limericks into non-rhyming run-on sentences, just to be different.
“Don’t tell anyone”
like I wanted them to know
arrogant bastard
That is my favorite one. I have one of those too.
“like I wanted them to know.”
Perfect.
You’re right: brains ARE hot and you got plenty of ‘em, ergo, you are hot, Mocha!
very nice,
I have my guesses on who these are about. Let’s have a glass of wine and you see if I guess right.
Becky,
You’re totally my BFF. You already know who these are. But I’ll take you up on that glass of wine anyhow and you can tell me all the right answers.
George Michael was not
looking for you, doubtless. So,
straight or gay – no chance.
Funny how someone
Can seem likeable, but then
They’re gay, so they’re not.
I guess if I found
dawn, such lovely red to me,
were orange, I’d hate it.
Well, David Shag. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?
George was looking for someone like you. I know this now and it doesn’t make my teenage dreams less painful to recall.
I’m partial to liking gay folks. I’ve missed you.