evilabnormalvamp

Yesterday I kicked off day one of NaPoWriMo with a series of haikus. Day two will be posted in the gallery. 

1. I could call, but moons
do not answer. They sleep, sigh, 
dreaming fitfully.

2. New city looming
like a distant explosion
breathing distant heat

3. "Give me life, give me
pain, give me myself again,"
she told each surface.

4. I hate colors like
I hate the smell of food that
I can never eat.

5. Reject the burned sun
and all its stars--despite joy
found in every light.

I think I've found a name for my literary magazine, when dA gets the Motion Fire tool ready for use! I really cannot wait.

Time to start designing a logo and trademarking and calling for submissions.

That means I already owe you guys three pieces. Stay tuned.

and I wish, I don't
wish I still smoked
and I wish that I wrote you one
original note

take me home, tuck me in
moon go down, do it again

take me home, tuck me in
moon go down, do it again

My sense memory eludes me.
It wasn't that long ago—
the hallways and the glances,
a cluster at my locker.
Your hair was the softest and
that's all I've got.

Your bed had become
a new place to contort.
I was unreachable,
a few inches away.
I don't remember where I was.
I can't recall where I go.

I always keep the tightest grip
and am always surprised
when you slip away, how hard
I must try to open my fingers.
I've forgotten there are other ways.
I never knew how to be easy.

Unnerved, you were nervous
I'd be right about something.
Stung sour by the fear
that you could depend on me.
That you would need it
half as badly as I did.

A year with me, a close encounter
with an empty frame.
Hanging on an empty wall,
waiting on others to be complete.
I only let you hold me down
after I tired of holding myself.

You don't think of me as sick,
but it's all I've ever been.
I'm made up of fears,
tied together with pressures.
I can't make it easier.
I can't make myself continue.