I'm attempting to do the 100haikus challenge thingy, and write, surprisingly, 100 haikus (or, depending upon definition, senryus) in 100 days.

I'm writing them in jspurlinwriting if you wanna read them. thanks. comments welcome.

only 95 to go....

i've been told that my last entry wasn't exactly clear on where Adrienne and I are; whether we are or aren't going out; etc.

I will say that we are not going out. i'd like to say that nothing has changed, but I have almost zero evidence for that (one way or the other) yet. And yet, I know where we sit on this, and the cirumstances that surround it, just prevent us from doing something that both of us wants to do. And it sucks. It may be that later down the road, in a year, when i end up in Houston (since i more than likely will...) that we try this again. That wasn't ever part of the plan, but it's not beyond the realm of possibility.

I was trying to get every thought and all that down. I wasn't exactly going for clarity, yesterday evening. I'm clarifying a bit, now. hmm.

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A short version, in Haiku, since it worked out that way.

I wish we could date.
She wishes we could date, too.
Alas, we cannot.

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gah. this sucks. there's not really any quick way to talk this through, either. I just want this to... I don't know what I want out of it. I really don't.

the sky tonight; crazy.
I know where I would be, if
she were still with me.

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the lightning fizzes
the thunder, popping, thumping
I loved her, once.

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the small silver band,
that tied our hearts across miles,
developed a crack.

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hearts mend, given time.
Wish that time had gone faster.
new (love?) blossoms, though.

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I think it is sissychrissy1 who has the haiku community she started... and only just now did I realize she has a good point, when she says how powerful the form of the haiku can be; how it makes one choose one's words.

I like these. I just wrote them. I am only able to write well when I write straight off the top of my head. They make me think of... someone I haven't spoken to in quite a while, and once knew very well. Now, perhaps, I don't know her so much. But I can remember. And when the lightning is like this... I do remember.

Night, all.

quick
sand - that's really the wrong word.

neck-deep and sinking
Sinking, no-- reach your arms out from your sides--

no downward slippage
(no upward progress, either,
though)
that's the rub,
honestly. I would rather

suffer the slings and arrows of mediocre fortune

than the bitter, yellow canines of

"well, not really...." *nervous smile*
.

posted in teofphiglet's journal, and oddly appropriate

A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Undulation
a progressive sway
between one extreme and
the other, that I'd
seriously like to leave behind.

thisissomethingthatidon'tenjoy
^I really _don't like ^the back _and forth ^of it.

driving me crazy
and normally,

driving is my mechanism
to
deal.

big deal, some say.

but it is... hope clings eternal.

If you don't know any different,
Being a puppet is okay, as long
As you can't see the strings.
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this was posted in a comment to another friend, and i just liked how it came out. not really anything but a passing thought; nothing serious.

hey-- y'all - i'm in a "i wanna write something" kind of mood. anyone who feels like it, leave me a word.

one word, not a color.

concepts, big words are ok.

thanks. I'llpost the poems if they come out ok. thanks, yo.