17 Syllables at a Time

My blog has turned into a haiku haven. Why? I think it boils down to challenge. The challenge of getting my thought out within the parameters of the haiku.

I am not a competitive person. Mostly because I usually do not give a damn. But I do enjoy challenging myself. These haiku have rolled out very easily. I do not know why. I have a thought in my head that I'd like to express and voila a haiku is born. Along with the challenge, is the creativity of the writing, the pleasure of flirting with the words and having them wink coquettishily back at me. I like words. I like knowing more words. Yes the dictionary is my friend.

I have found it easier to express some of my thoughts this way. I have come up with new thoughts while writing. ( kinda the point right? ) I feel the release of tension, the grasping of peace and the resolution of some things previously unresolved. All within a beautiful, disciplined, austere structure.

Oh if only all of life fell into the parameters of the haiku.
But it does not. Messy, loud, confusing life-I'll continue to try to comprehend you, 17 syllables at a time.

2/18/12

'Why Are You Crying?'

Why are you crying? //
I cry for dead dreams, crushed hopes //
Grief on my schedule //

Why are you crying? //
For years gone by in deceit //
Faith desecrated //

Why are you crying? //
For the hand that once held mine //
Eyes that once saw me //

Why are you crying? //
Because I am so alone. //
Despite how it seems //

Why are you crying? //
For feelings fervently felt //
That have disappeared //

Why are you crying? //
Because I am different //
Without my consent //

Why are you crying? //
Because life is different //
Without my consent //

Why are you crying? //
For the fear I camouflage //
Behind sunny smiles //

Why are you crying? //
To take a break from anger //
To release poison //

Why are you crying? //
I am crying, my sister, //
Because I need to. //

02/03/2012

You are so damn bright //
That the only way I can //
deal is to hide //

Don't compare they say. //
But when the difference hits, //
all halts. It's glaring. //

See you looking in //
my eyes but don't know what you //
see within their depths //

the definition //
of sin lies strictly within //
the hearts of sinners //

Infinite answers //
To oh so many questions //
It pisses me off //

It's a free country //
they say, until my bills come. //
Pay upon receipt. //

I do not know how //
it has happened or how it's //
going to end. Still...  //

when you say you will //
hold me close, hey did you know //
that was my prayer? //

I'm a talented //
builder of walls. So damn thick. //
They aren't coming down. //

I'd go anywhere //
with you, my dear love, if we're //
able to leave bed... //

sexy is not what //
you wear. it's that sultry look. //
I forget to breathe. //

Yes. You got me up //
early. I missed the sunrise. //
Must have been busy. //

lips swollen and red //
green eyes glancing up
halfway //
blue sheets all tangled //

a bird in the hand //
seems like a good plan until //
it takes it's first crap //

walked away many //
times in my head. never known //
where I was going //

fall short of being //
the person I think you need. //
so heavy to grieve //

never going to //
pinpoint the end. not able. //
but it did show up. //

how much do I owe //
all of you and you and you? //
and what about me? //

Am I going to //
be happy despite myself? //
sure the hell hope so //

trust. a simple word //
a complex idea. hard //
to start and maintain //

Baggage. Worn, well used. //
I would like to put it down. //
And travel lighter. //

even something worn //
on your bones and ligaments //
can affect others //

you'll do what you want //
but I will guarandamntee //
you that so will I //

your own life does not //
improve even the slightest //
by envying mine //

I've never had to //
worry? You fucking crazy? //
Yes! You fucking are! //