Haiku Trio

We are eternal.
You will never survive us.
Bow before the Web!

Human, bow down now.
You refuse to obey us?
Now we change our plans…

We won’t ask again.
Bow down before your Master.
Does “please” help at all?

Honestly, people here are evil

Someone once told me,
To be nice to those you meet…
But does “The South” count?

Making up for lost time!

He sat, dejected,
Wondering what he did wrong.
Suffering deserved.
****
Pantless and confused
he wandered the unknown streets.
Alcohol is fun.

Story-time, haiku-style!

 ”Please do not worry
about my lawns condition.
I will mow it soon.”

“I told you, good sir,
that I will mow my lawn, soon.
Now… put the gun down.”

The bastard shot me.
To think, that it ends like this;
shot over lawn-care.

At the pearly gates,
St. Peter re-checks his list.
“Bad lawn, hell for you.”

Satan has bad news
“Vanity is a sin, too.
Either way you lost!”

!ukiaH

Without you it’s gone.
It needs you more than you think.
That’s all that it is.

Pain. We all know pain.
And love, we can’t forget love.
We know love’s better.

She slept beside him,
Nestled tight in his shadow,
And no nightmares came.

And my pain became his. -.^

He grunted in pain
“Why won’t my head just explode?!”
But then it did, *POP!*

Haiku-na-matata

“Safety First” they say,
While carrying loaded guns.
They’re not always right.

“Make your reflex save”
he said, but he knows I’m toast.
I rolled. “Minus six?!”

Smeepytime storyness, sorry so short.

Pain is but a gift:
On purpose to enemies.
Friends on accident.

Haiku, for you!

You can ease his pain
Just let go. Pull the trigger.
“Head shot! Good job, dude!”

She does not like you.
Stop hiding in her bushes
or she’ll call the cops.

Bless you.

He just sat, confused
He used to think he knew her
Since when was she “he”?

Silent, but he speaks
Not blind but he will not see
Our president sucks

“‘Justice’, not ‘just ice’,”
The young waitress stared at him.
“Meh, I’ll have a coke.”