HaikuWriMo XXXA desert boroughwhere all is not as it seems.Welcome to Night Vale.
HaikuWriMo XXIXthe sycamore spreadsto a wider berth of shadehinting at summer
HaikuWriMo XXVIIIthe sparrow returnsto admonish me dailyas I sip my tea
HaikuWriMo XXVIIthe sudden prick ofa mosquito on my breastleaves a welt behind
HaikuWriMo XXVIa sparrow alightsclose enough to be friendlyyet remain cautious
HaikuWriMo XXVthe world is floodedall succumbs to the wateras we are drowning
HaikuWriMo XXIVtea in the morningleaves and dew warmed by the sunrefreshes the soul
HaikuWriMo XXIIIsmall new saplings growout of the rocks surroundingthe old sycamore
HaikuWriMo XXIIat long last the raincomes to a world that too longhas thirsted for it
Fallen AngelFallen AngelCrawling in my forlorn appearanceI hide my soul behind these tattered wingsTattered and broken as they arePlucked of light, stained in tears and blood.In quiet despair upon the cold earthSmeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary kneesAnd clutched timidly between my fingersRests one last jewel of Hope.A single unblemished plume pluckedFrom the silver light of dawnA feathered ray of light from beyondTo illuminate the void that has me bound.This precious barb of silkOnce lost as I was and forgottenBlazes now to immerse me in radiant blissTo wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.So now I fade away…My tender flesh removedMy shattered wings releasedMy inner light unsheathed… escapes.(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerB is for BEN, he drowned in some waterC is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eatD is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meetE is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you openF is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw brokenG is for Guardian Angel, he's always with youH is for Humans, and they can lick tooI is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keepJ is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleepK is for Killswitch, a game impossible to findL is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mindM is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a gameN is for No End House, which lives up to its nameO is for On the Bus, you'll be riding foreverP is for Penpal, they can be oh so cleverQ is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spotR is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thoughtS is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tieT is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?U is for Unbranded Lapto
SuicideMom I love youDon't blame it on yourselfDad forgive meI couldn't ask for helpSis don't hate meFor leaving you aloneTake my pictureOff the table by the phoneIt never belonged there anywayThis happy family was brokenLong before I left it anywayI don't expect you to understandJust why it was that I couldn't stayI know you can't hear meBut I'm writing this for youIt is my last punk songTelling you my life is throughIt's okay to hate meJust don't miss me when I'm goneCuz I don't deserve itWhen I have done so much wrongI never belonged here anywayThis happy family was brokenLong before I left it anywayI don't expect you to understandJust why it was that I couldn't stay
Torn Apart, Drawn Together
A Run-On Sentence About Staying Where You AreIn a halo of messy hairand metal shavings everywheremy thoughts return to youand what I would doif we were less constricted,if we were less restricted,by the paths we've chosenthat leave us almost frozenin warm bedswith full heads,busy daysset in our waysand complacentwith energy spenton getting by,forgetting whywe are even hereand it becomes clearthat things just arethe way they areand it doesn't matter that you make me nervous,that the only time my thoughts find purchaseis when they return to youand what I would doif we were less constricted,if we were less restricted.
pilgrimageif there had been a voicethe quiet had burned it.there is a distance tobe crossed behind your closedeyes and no hands to guideonly a voicelessness.somewhere a god islonging to be heardunseen and unlitbut for the templeof your dark clasped handsand you both longfor a wild beastwho walks to youwith aching feetacross thesevast desertsand who stillcalls outto youfriend –
Kelly's BellyThis is the story of a girl who grewHer hair was blonde, her eyes were blueYoung and pretty, her name was KellyAll she wanted was a big round bellyHer friend was smart, made her a pillOne to make her stomach fillShe let the pill slide down her throatThen felt herself begin to bloatNext her tummy rounded outHer cheeks puffed up and made her poutHer top was stretched, it was too smallto cover her belly, now a big round ballYou'd think she had too much to eatShe could no longer see her feetShe rubbed her belly, felt it growWondered when she'd start to slowBut there was no end to her inflationAlthough she quite liked this sensationShe grew to many times her sizeAnd there was panic in her eyesHer friend realised something was wrongThe pill she'd made was way too strongAs Kelly floated from the groundHer belly made a creaking soundHer friend said sorry she had to goBut Kelly was about to blowNow alone she filled the roomReached her limit and went kaboom
RapeYou said it would not hurt, as you advanced;Yet nothing but pain was inflicted, yourSecretive smirk left me lost in a trance,I was young and vulnerable, unsure.You told me to trust you, though I did notYour words sliced through my soul; you took controlOf my mind, you left me with not one shotTo sew back together this gaping hole.You took from me, my pride, my innocenceSo you could receive what I did not wantTo give you; You struck, as though with vengeance,Though I had not wronged you; I fear you'll hauntMy dreams forever, release from my mindNever, you poisoned this victim; left blind.
Wolf's CryA wolf basks beneath the night,Gasping the air below the moons light,Howling at the rays of midnight sky,Bewildering the moment with an inner sigh,I stand alone
In the darkness of this rugged land,Where nothing can go hand in hand,Staring into the sky through eyes wistfully,Into a realm where I can never be truly,Be on my own
Once I belonged to a pack,Where trails of footprints go in track,As we ventured into the mountains bliss,Where nothing can be seen in the abyss,I felt so alone
At a time when I needed them most,My brethren were in the forest lost,As I journeyed through the woods of Faerie,Lost in the sensation of a moonlight ferry,This is
For all the brethren who had lied,For every lone wolf who had died,For the hunt where we never succeeded,For the forest we had never seceded,For the lost that will never be bribed.As I wail a lupine howl through the night sky,An answer to the moon, this is my wo
Something Fishy: DFC2012 14A fat little chef from Marseillesdeclared National Bouillabaisse Day.He served his fish stewalongside pot-au-feuand everyone cried "Hip Hooray!"