moi?

i was sitting on the stairs outside of royce, having a coffee and cig break, and just watched people walk by. it's my favorite thing to do. but what if someone were watching me?

sipping cold coffee,
girl carefully contemplates
next haiku contents.

baby, it's cold outside

school has taken over my life so the only time i write is on the bus ride to and from school. and even then, i'm fighting for a seat or fending off the crazies. anyhow, it's kind of cold in l.a. now, or at least in santa monica. i can tell because i'm pulling out extra blankets at night and i do a little shiver dance when i wake up in the morning. the perks: i get to wear leg warmers and tights!

i wish you were here
to hold me when it's cold out,
to keep my heart warm.

one too many

the haikus i've been writing have been kind of depressing. i'm not sure why.

waking to nothing,
hung-over from daily life,
i need to throw up.