Writing gracelessly, without particular art or skill, but perhaps some enjoyment.
I was recently invited to a next year's SwordCraft Quest in Melbourne by an old larp friend of mine. This will be my second time participating in Quest, but this time I'll be attending as a wholly new character. The good news is I have almost a year to make the costume and sort out the details. The bad news is I may yet be over ambitious...
It is very likely the three line, 5-7-5 syllable patterned poem you have just penned is not a haiku. Sorry. cont..
Don't ever fade from me. / I have come to need you / and it is in the quiet of melancholy / that your presence is the greatest comfort...
My best today, my worst tomorrow, my silent yesterday / Each comes and goes and remains but a mark in a long history...
*This post includes a recording of myself reading the piece* / Because I can't do anything / and I just feel useless and angry / I want to yell and scream and cry and break...
There's nothing finer / Than chips and dip on the couch / Who needs exercise?
I'm not sure I'll ever get over / how loudly your handwriting / sings of you...
I have forgotten how to be kind / Now I only know annoyance / I have left behind my patience...
It's strange to be curious / After so long spent numb / you forget how to be interested...
Why aren't I hungry? / I have to eat, I know / But I can't.
Balter Through the Pages 
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