Yes, I do poetry too, though rarely. So rarely, that this'll be my first few attempts at in in several years.

I feel the need to express that I am not one to write out my emotions as poetry. I enjoy evoking thought, and of course, entertaining.

Now, onto the Wordcrafting.

P.S. I shall be writing this as I go along, raw poetry.
P.S.S. Many of these will be stating the obvious about life.

Haiku/s:

Forever wanting
Isn't it the human drive
To ask more than give

Misc:

Today

What a lightless world we live in today.
The darkness relentless and always to be.
Though one hundred thousands may never sway.
It's one hundred thousand homes we never will see.

There's constant light that will never be known.
For we hear and see few absurdities.
But only those, the light left unshone.
Leaving us blind and down on our knees.

Don't be fools and open your eyes.
Children laugh and a songbird sings.
Take a walk and watch as time flies.
Away from the news and the misery it brings.

See the world new again.
Enjoy the sun and wind and rain.
Forget about the world's sin.
The daily news and hourly pain

Until once more you have to rest.
Laying in bed relaxing your feet.
The remote laying across your chest.
Waiting for the cycle to repeat.

Endlessly...

The Laughter

Wind blowing into the doors of the church.
Blowing out the burning candles.

A hallowed wind.
A hollow wind.

Innocent laughter being carried lightly.
Dying as the gust blew away.

Quickly fading away.
The gust moves on.

Where is the cheer that once filled the halls?
The halls of the schools, the homes.

It seems there is nothing.
Faded, like the laughter.

Why can I hear it no more?
The sound is still here.

The meaning is gone.
The laughter is empty.

Where now... Is the holiday cheer?
I laugh as my friend jokes.

Even my sound..
Seems to be empty..

No title

All these years, they go on by.
Some people laugh, others cry.

Sixteen I have lived, both tragic and kind.
I believe both have shaped my mind.

Memories horrid I wouldn't dare take away.
for they allow my wisdom to grow and stay.

Memories happy help me not.
Kind they are, but my vision they clot.

My mind is balanced my empathy too.
Every man deserves a chance, a few.

I have done wrong, and received it, true.
I would do for them the same as for you.

For I see not what could be, or what was.
But what is, not why or because.

Memories, both new and old.
Help my mind completely unfold.

For now and forever.

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Uh yeah, that's it for now. Flame them to death if you like, or worship the ground I tread.

Either is fine really.