Falling to my death.
My tears, like years, fall away.
I see you smiling.
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem No. 209, 12/24/2018 –
You are so precious.
Don’t ever think otherwise.
Flowers bloom from dirt.
Your smile, your look.
The way you dance to the beats.
Stranger, I want you.
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #140, 7/4/2018 –
I hope you still have the stone.
It will protect you.
– Jon Riki Karamatsu, Haiku Poem #139, 7/4/2018 –
The light is so much brighter when we’re in the dark. For it is darkness that makes us appreciate the light. – Jon Riki Karamatsu, 2/20/2017 –