Trade School Haiku 3I open my eyesSit up painfullyThat headboard's a bitchSlow walk to the sinklooking in the mirrorWes Craven would be proudAll a blurLooking fresh facedSomebody shoot meAwkward glance at breakfastMy heart sinksHoly Shit, it's still aliveStagger into classNo instructorTime to watch a DVDAssignments deliveredDeadline givenIce Queen sulks"More time" she saysInstructor facepalmsHit my head on desk repeatedlyOnly herSeething silentlyShe eats babiesTrade is overI'm still aliveEvil Bigglesworth still livesBack where I startedRoommate entersI'm so tired of youAnother invadesI'm at easeHis
Trade School Haiku 2Set my alarmCan't sleep for the radioTurn that shit off!Locker inspectionWhere's my food?The cow mountain comethGlance in RA's officeNoshing on my snackageHow dare they!Lunchtime beginsChaos ensuesCan someone fart or something?Thankful for friendsCalming my nervesI still want to stab him©A. DeMario 2012
Trade School Haiku 1Roll off bedFrost between toesClose that windowBrush my teethComb unruly hairWhat to wear todayBrief look in lockerSigh bitterlyI need a smaller sizeHeading down hallFlatulence behind meRoommate smiles impishlyBreakfast is servedHolding out my plateI'm supposed to eat that?Wandering slowlyThrough tired eyesI hear you dammit!Coffee is a GodsendTastes like garbageLooks like motor oilWaiting outside classroomQuick glance at watchI can't feel my faceOthers are arrivingEstrogen Army approachesHow depressingOnly guy in classShould be luckyWhatever you sayMay be prettySome are sweetMost
Those EyesThose eyes watch me hungrily, feeding silently upon my painThoughtfully waiting for me to break againMy frigid response is always the sameGnawing on my soul with it's hungry flamesI could choose to accept it as it bleeds my soul dryOr choose to fight back instead of letting it tryI could be virtuous and ask it whySwallowing my dread as I look it in the eyeIt would be too easy if I were to let it winFar too simple if I were to let it inCurbing it's satisfaction will be where I beginBecause steeping in darkness feels like a sinWhispers honey-sweet, so soft in my earSo gently instigating my worries and fearsSavagely I
Should IShould I feel threatened knowing someone is betterAnd should I lose sleep knowing I'm none the wiserHappiness is such a relative thingIt can be relative; fleeting and fickleSometimes it comes naturallyOther times it outweighs your biggest achievementThe shortsighted only wonder whyThey have more than that guy, and yet he's smiling like the Sun risingThorns of envy have no mercy, and do not discriminateIf destroying them will give some release, then why does it hurt you as much as you deny itIn the end we want stability; a middle groundI worked too hard learning to stand upon the razors edgeTaming the bladeLetting it
Short of BreathWhyI didn't choose thisI never wanted thisCraving moreBeing pulled under by a ceaseless current of shameI fear drowningHelpless under a rushing flood of failureSave meGive me your handReaching out and pushing me back underSlowly killing me with your kindnessAs the torrent pulls me downDrowning my resolveEroding my optimismAs my very joy is swept awayI don't want your help God damn itYou never even gave it when I really needed itThis is my fault, I knowNo more shameMy losses make me short of breathTaking in enough air to stay aliveI have the courage to swim freeAttempting now would be dangerousKeep