Who I Am

Written for a writing forum where I'm a member, this is on the celebration of Hanukkah We light a new candle each night As it burns brighter than bright In our small, cramped room To chase away winter's gloom This is our temple, our home Where our children were born We celebrate each of these 8 days By recounting our traditions and ways It isn't about presents or gifts Spinning a dreidel to sneak a kiss It's about young and old Taking pride in what's been told So look on the flames in our window Symbolizing that fire within our soul This is the oil binding us together: We will always remember

foam hope glistening purity ripples forms surfacing empty space trickles directionless vessel floating moving yet motionless time unbalanced growing swing pendulum grains, sand drop sleek momentum wanting inertia stop dualistic halves inside the void good and bad darkness, light destroyed displaced, dependent disappearance uncertainty's serpent without a clear thought coherence disconnected lines words strung together with rhymes spiraling into one

This haiku appears at the beginning of my "Damned for Eternity" vampire novella. I'll begin posting the first 2 chapters of the novella in a couple of days. Draped by sheer sadness, Eternal dead night beckon: Light my way, Demon Velvety, soft tears Restraining circulation; Pleasure that brings Pain

shadowy figures blurring on the edge a promise forever, a bond, a pledge what is really meant to be or happenstance in this world of depressed and lonely romance where we search and search for partners for the dance ashen outcast why do I adore you standing in the cold amidst the frozen statues isolated, grey and silver streaks dead and dying, mourning, grief colour draining as the blood slowly seeps a poem or a song carried on the wind within a storm of cold, soulless sin passion burning as apathy in wane bringing your heartless fire to wrack my brain never hearing others, waiting for you to say my name so here we stand apart in time a chasm between, never meeting or mine like a flower beneath the snow is it dead forever, or will it soon grow? once winter ends, will springtime show? yes, I love you if love can exist within a whisper of forlorn sadness as my breath catching the breeze is hushed cut short, a beating heart that's been crushed which no hand had ever touched so leave m