A seventeen syllable poem in the Japanese Haiku style.

A day off it and the body craves, Dragging me to the pit, more so to the grave. It seems as if I am hollow from within, 'It' staring at me with a sarcastic grin. As if to say,

a love poem, sequel to 'written in the stars.'

Promise not to pee in the sink?

Inspired by a discussion about POV. What's it about? No I-dea. 300 words +/-.

I thought I'd write about this...

MORE SAME THAN DIFFERENT The air we breath Is it black or white? The water we drink What colour is it? All have a common source Drank & breathed By all More the same than different

RAINBOW They blend beautifully with colours Seemingly alien to each other Would rainbow have been beautiful? If it was uincolour? They are up in the horizon but can We find them down here?