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

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

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

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

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

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

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I have lost my words

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

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


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


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