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WHAT'S'AT? A HIGH-COO?

  • A haiku is a Japanese poem of 5, 7, & 5 syllables in 3 lines.
  • Modern American haiku are . . . whatever, but still in 3 lines.
  • high-coo.com
    is the new haiku website of Booker T. Washington Magnet High School's Creative Writing magnet. All copyrights to all poems on this website belong to their individual authors, and none may be reproduced without written consent. You hunt me in my sleep
    You love to hear me weep
    You are my nightmare

    Hush your mouth and don't turn around
    I closed my eyes just like you said
    In the blink of an eye, I was dead

    Music with no limits
    Uncontrollable imaginations
    Rock and roll

    Fire engine of a brain
    More like fire in the rain
    ...burn a hole in your universe

    I will never leave!
    Yeah, it's just "flawless" to me
    This place is my home

    Forget not my name
    Forget not my face
    You'll see me again

    You better leave now!
    Don't stay here too much longer
    They be comin' soon!

    They want to be me
    But they hide so far away
    This is how life is

    When I fall away
    You pull me back together
    You are my best friend

    You almost fell down
    I surely thought you were gone
    ...But, you're fine...haha!

    Rise above all us
    The rainbow bends as we bind
    Together we fall

    Dim lights surround me
    Dark brown walls with no shadows
    What can scare me now?

    It's myspace dot com
    My parents invade it
    It's not really mine

    Words can be your friend
    They can be your worst nightmare
    Use them with caution

    The days are longer
    Nights are darker than ever
    But time remains still

    Life does not give much
    You're forced to make it alone
    Who says that its fair

    One day I'll be good
    One day I'll stop saying things
    That I will regret

    We march to my beat
    They march slowly behind me
    Where we go...I don't know