Livejournal haiku generator
Random poetry generated from snippets of my public entries all squooshed together. Some of these turned out really neat.
to spend time with you
sharing the mingling of the
most beautiful and
*
and yes this is not
a virgin have you ever
participated
*
spirits our bodies
it is a thing of might and
dread like the tempest
*
it is most likely
boy do you get annoyed by
coming in second
*
i don't have to love
you go listen to bright eyes
and kill yourself yes
*
i've been thinking and
overthinking i should be
able to help you
*
ideally love i'll
get really lucky and hear
the beating of wings
*
which point they donned
their robes boarded their brooms flying
rams and sacred goats
*
our silences like a
ragdoll in not divulging
all of her but of
*
show your world to me
yes i am ready i am
the kind of girl who
*
how many people
have seen her dancing with the
autumn leaves and we
*
this moon refers to
the city i loved sure
on that shining night
*
wayfarers say we
have heard her shouting among
the mountains and with
*
the light the heat that
you hear when you close your eyes
would seem but a song
*
light that quivers in
fear of the soprano voice
never ceases to awe
*
in the parks showing
the intangible magic
that hides just beneath
*
in her own glory
she walks among us and smiles
at the roaring of lions
*
she means a lot to
me and the wet glimmering
scent of the redhead
*
take this picture as
it reminded her of the
somber alleyways
*
I have to leave now
it feels a little hopeful
yeah something like that
to spend time with you
sharing the mingling of the
most beautiful and
*
and yes this is not
a virgin have you ever
participated
*
spirits our bodies
it is a thing of might and
dread like the tempest
*
it is most likely
boy do you get annoyed by
coming in second
*
i don't have to love
you go listen to bright eyes
and kill yourself yes
*
i've been thinking and
overthinking i should be
able to help you
*
ideally love i'll
get really lucky and hear
the beating of wings
*
which point they donned
their robes boarded their brooms flying
rams and sacred goats
*
our silences like a
ragdoll in not divulging
all of her but of
*
show your world to me
yes i am ready i am
the kind of girl who
*
how many people
have seen her dancing with the
autumn leaves and we
*
this moon refers to
the city i loved sure
on that shining night
*
wayfarers say we
have heard her shouting among
the mountains and with
*
the light the heat that
you hear when you close your eyes
would seem but a song
*
light that quivers in
fear of the soprano voice
never ceases to awe
*
in the parks showing
the intangible magic
that hides just beneath
*
in her own glory
she walks among us and smiles
at the roaring of lions
*
she means a lot to
me and the wet glimmering
scent of the redhead
*
take this picture as
it reminded her of the
somber alleyways
*
I have to leave now
it feels a little hopeful
yeah something like that