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...

Love is a beautiful dream A butterfly released to alight on gossamer wings A warm blossom unfurling petals at night Moist dewdrops; Golden birds in flight Love is a beautiful dream A reverie of what life should be Soft sunlight drenches a sandy shore Lapping water; A note clear and pure Slumber my sweet, precious one Believe in true peace when bitterness comes Always know hope is there The world fades away; Without a thought or care Here and now not where and when Love the life you have been given Love those who are your friends Create and dream in fantasy's realm Where true genius within each of us dwells Love is a beautiful dream A sparkling champagne or pink lemonade Light laughter escaping your lips A red balloon; Your first soft kiss Love is a beautiful dream: Join me there so we can both see As we walk along that sandy shore in the moonrise A lighthouse beacon; Watching the world through your eyes

Intended for my unfinished "Damned for Eternity" novella on vampires, which I haven't yet posted onto the blog. O wanton night A vision so sublime and sweet The delicious aroma of spilled blood Heady as a drug Upon my lips I taste I do not fear day Nor the sun's golden rays pouring down Like a sea of scorching raindrops to cleanse me It is the light On my face I hate Darkness and shadow In these I adore: I transgress deftly Enchanting subtle steps fall on dimlit streets Alleyways where I watch visions of sin I partake Cursed, lost children He cannot save you anymore than I Your names were written in the Book of Death Doomed for all time Into the abyss I enslave Unclean flesh ripens Forbidden fruits so eager to be picked Drinking in your souls until each Become void, empty, cold Such a lovely vision I behold Empty as I Am Garbage into a trash can Swept away into the wastes Beautiful bodies form a corpse's embrace Easy to replace I mold Eternal night calls Life with...

This poem I tried to be pretty raw and to the point, which makes the poem's tone a bit more like my prose self than my poetic one. Would you love me if I love you Hug me if I hug you Touch me softly on the lips Hold my hand, then softly kiss I have aged for eternity Wisdom isn't the same to me It isn't something cherished or dear Only something that keeps me here I would trade every single day Of studying and learning things Which now leave me alone Walking pages in books I own I don't know who I am Nor who I should have been I only know that I want you Not who you are or what to do Would you love me if I love you While you touch me softly on the lips And hold my hand as we kiss Please hug me so I'll know who

Some friends on a Harry Potter forum last year asked me to create a poem to celebrate the birthday of Alan Rickman (the actor who plays Severus Snape). Here is the poem I ended up producing. I dreamt I went mushroom hunting I passed through the looking glass Fell down the rabbit hole And began to hear whispers there about the snark I wanted to find one, While hunting, I stumbled upon an outdoor party With a cake light and frothy Many unusual creatures having grand fun The world below is strange Colors vibrate; thoughts become real I met a hatter--mad, deranged He stole my heart; he made me feel He invited me to a private tea Even though I'm from the U.S. Asked me to watch his billowing vestments Left out in the breeze He sat down and read to me In a voice that stroked my head Words taking flesh Unadulterated glee I wished I could stay But he quickly whisked away As he was late for a very important date Suddenly, I was awake All that's left now are memories Silver images on the ...

I'm a Harry Potter fan and this is a poem that I had a great deal of fun doing. It's far more light-hearted than just about any other poem I've ever written. Again, this one was written awhile ago like all I've posted today and many others on here. I'm going to add dates to all of these once I get off my lazy bum to look them up from my forum for the post dates. I wish I could snore like Dumbledore In his study at night He's sleeping soundly Muttering loudly About socks I wish I could see like Trelawney She's up in the heavens above Looks more like a bug than a dove Peering into her crystal ball Predicting danger for us all I wish I could fly like Harry Spinning around on a broom Whoosh, zing, zoom Halfway up to the moon Even if some wizards think he's a loon I am glad I'm not like Voldemort He's too tall; I'm short I wouldn't want to be feared Everyone calling me other names Running quickly away I wish I could meet Severus Snape I reall...

We are each of us born with a purity of spirit No baggage to weigh down our claim Bright eyes to a golden flame The world open wide: Nothing to fear in it When does our innocence wane? The first day we hear our parents yell at each other The first cruel words said from a lover In our school days, when a bully calls us a name Our soul slowly rips and hides for cover The negative forces gather in droves Filling our heart with lost hopes Telling us we'll never be a good father or mother Despair becomes a slippery slope Falling further and further from our beginning Dark clouds, loneliness winning Finally, our depression makes us no better than Merope We can no longer stop our sinning We give our soul away forever Believe we deserve no better Our life out of control, spinning Once we recognize these cruel fetters Dampened eyes cleared from numerous tears Our thoughts wiped clean from our fears We can redeem our past from all debtors Slowly, we can rise to face our peers Repair our batt...

Will you love me in the morning As you did softly in the night Listening as the rain drops were pouring Holding me tight Where did the magic go I felt the enchantment pull me along Knowing another's soul Is what we did so wrong? Will we meet next as strangers Pretend and look away What a world of dangers When love is just a game Touch my hand one last time Before we part today I promise not to cry Nor to let the pain betray Your life and mine Together we could live Instead will we divide One beautiful memory only to give, Or a sin to forgive