Out from the Cult

born into a neon winter
garish and harsh
colors so bright they flamed
no closing my eyes
nothing to suck
only burning neon flames

grown in a cold cold winter
grey and silent
no color
no comfort
only me, alone

then oh!
on the horizon
sunflowers, rivers, green hills, sun and sand, soaring gulls, deer, rabbits, suburbs and suburbs of warm homes, laughter, dancing, song, beds and food and drink
a plentitude, a plentitude

It was a long road, but I got here

Haiku Monster Speaks

me hungry all night
deep in belly need beauty
me want more haiku
           Haiku Monster

Here is what we have so far. It’s listed by author, in alphabetical order.

We ran in the dark
To find a way to feel
Freedom in the light
    A

Count your lucky stars
In your eyes we don’t exist
Hidden in plain view
   A

You took me away
There is no me left, only we
We continue the fight.
   
Elle

Fighting to survive
Alone together as one
Freedom will be found.
   Elle

Spinning in our head,
Getting lost within the storms
Locked within your wrath
   Jade

Sunlight on my face.
Quick! Help! Where am I today?
My blanket meows.
   Jean

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I have lost my words
   Jean

Hey, reclaim your mind!
You know it is possible.
You are your owner!
   die paulines (the Paulines)

Terror consumes me
window opens, wind blows in
Tiny scream is heard
   Pepper

Torn shattered broken
Found hands, arms and heart of love
here is a place for me

   tiffs

The “love” swing harness
clitoral electric shock
butterfly girl flight
   Victoria

Haiku

I had a really fun idea. Let’s make a collection of haiku about ritual abuse, mind control, and healing. Especially healing!

You can put your haiku in the comments section and every so often I will collect them and make a new post with all of them. Then you can add still more in the comments section. When we get 1,000, (or maybe a little earlier) we can think of publishing them. At that point, we can ask for 1,000 illustrations. Whoohoo, what a book that would be!

The traditional haiku has no title. It has 17 syllables, consisting of:

A line of 5 syllables
A line of 7 syllables
A final line of 5 syllables

The lines don’t have to rhyme, but they can if you want.

Variations on the length of lines, the total number of syllables, and even the number of lines are acceptable. Some of these variations carry different names in Japanese. It’s not important to know those names — it’s just important to know that you don’t have to be rigid about it.

Many haiku refer to nature and are concrete, conjuring up sights, sounds, or smells. There often is a change of point of view in the middle of the poem.

I’ll get us started.

Sunlight on my face.
Quick! Help!  Where am I today?
My blanket meows.

P.S. Riffing off my  6/10/14  poem:

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I have lost my words