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Best Poems From
KAMI HAHA
(4/24/1998-)
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Love Is, Isn't It?
Love is a beautiful thing.
When returned,
I hear my heart sing.
Love is a confusing thing.
When led on,
I feel my heart sting.
Love is an awful thing.
When unreturned, and led on,
I see my heart fling.
Love is
Love isn't
Love is “...knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”
Love is, if you search hard enough
Kami Haha
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Alone
You walk alone
You eat alone
You rose alone
You are alone.
You feel you have it all;
the 'friends', the 'fame', the 'fortune'
You feel you're on top,
but there you lie, at the bottom.
You just don't care;
about the hearts you break,
the lives you end,
the planet you destroy
You think, you think you own the place,
with your selfish talk,
your arrogant walk,
the look, the smile, the attitude.
Alone you rose,
alone you'll fall;
alone you'll lie, alone you'll be,
with the thoughts of those you tormented as your only companion.
Alone you'll remain,
lonely,
alone.
Kami Haha
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Dead Man's Contest
A heart pounding,
blood pumping,
exhilarating, run.
Through the woods,
over the sticks,
ending only when one of us are dead.
He's caught up to me. I turn to face him.
To face my Dead Man.
Dead Man's Walk.
The walk no man should ever have to face.
The one who finds the sword first,
must plunge it into the other's heart.
This time, I have no weapon.
Meaning my time has finally come.
The sword is plunged,
through my heart, my soul.
My blood spurts in every direction,
even on his face,
but he doesn't care;
he only wants to see his family again.
I see him push it forward still,
but there's no need;
I sit as a ghost in a tree,
watching. Waiting.
I join the other's, the souls of the lost men
of the Dead Man contest.
A man is lost to this foolishness every year.
This time, it was me.
And none of the souls of my former opponents,
young or old,
look happy to see me.
Kami Haha
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For The Days That Lie In Between
A good day is that of bright, sun-like gold;
A bad day is that of endless, heavy rain.
Yet days that lie in between the two,
days when the sun disappears behind the rolling hills,
days when you neither laugh heartily,
nor cry endlessly.
Just days;
days when the silver platter appears
in the dark, white-lit splattered blanket called sky,
and we fall away, into a peaceful sleep,
with a serene smile plastered onto our faces,
our last thought is to be thankful,
for the seemingly perfect days
that lie in between.
Kami Haha
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