Haiku #98

It's too much sadness
I'm writing only from pain
Damn those contractions.

Haiku #1

I will write each day

Words are to live by and for

I create; I am

Forced pleasantries hurt
I do not like you at all
Something rips inside

The desperation
The longing and the hunger
But what is it for?

Do I remember?
Abuse gave birth to my blues
It stokes my fire

LeBron, come back home.
We have that powder you like.
What does your heart say?