... and then there were 16 (Haikus Part II)

So the other day, I ended up having a sort of haiku-off with my friend Beth Holmes. And it got stupid. The majority of these are awful. They're about life experiences, love, debate, narwhals, coffee, anything else that seemed remotely inspiring. And I don't know why I'm doing this, but I promised her I'd post them here.

I wish your lips spoke
with the same silky smoothness
as your fingers move.

Too much hot, cold, noise
We all look for that something.
You won't find it here.

Here to ponder
the invention of the wheel,
Latte and espresso.

Narwhals have horns
which are quite long and pointy.
Unicorns have horns...

Light, sketchy pencil,
Am I trying to create
masterpiece on skin?

We should go to the
seaside. I promise I'm not
kidding. Not this time.

Skin smelling of salt
Yes, there's sweat and blood but salt
Just like mermaid hair.

Every year I start
to trust, but you disappoint.
Christmas fucking day.

One, two, three, four, five
You turn, not getting dizzy
over the same clouds.

I want to grab you
by the shoulders and shake out
every drop of that.

Whittard's instant tea,
I know you're bad for my teeth
But so sweet and warm.

Though I cannot dance,
This is just political
intoxication.

Your bedroom is full,
Of Doctor Who and normal,
What brought me to here?

You're making small talk
When you tell me, in that tone
I have pretty eyes.

Around the corner
We can laugh until we cry.
For now, just hold tight.

I want to argue,
Not to be calmly informed,
That you are The Truth.

Sorry about that.
I'll write something proper soon.
Thank you for reading.

- Lizzie

A note: I know this is the second time, but I'll try not to make haiku writing a regular thing.
However if you do like haikus, follow @KimyaDawson575 on twitter.

five haikus

It's a Sunday night, I'm sat in bed and my cats are taking up all of the covers. Seeing as it's almost NaNo and I got an urge to start writing my novel - this is bad. I must wait until November. So, as my Nicorette patch, I decided to try and write some haikus.
They're pretty personal, and they're about various things. I like them. They're quick and fast and mean a lot and not much, they aren't very good but I'm proud of them for some reason. It's like when I talk to my friends very abstractly. I can say things without explanation, or certainty that anyone's listening.

Together, we walk
A motorway but stay between
Double yellow lines

I force each dose
By night, a self inflicted
Punch in the stomach

I am growing fat
Soon I'll burst out of these walls
And flop into Oz

To a pencil sketch
I add strokes of the rainbow
Until you glow gold

I beg for demand
But bat off all that you ask -
Flies on a hot day

I had a pretty mundane weekend. I did nothing at all today. Yesterday, I went out for lunch with my parents and it was in Trentham, so I bought some coffee syrup. I made myself a caramel latte when I got home. It didn't taste as good, because I knew it wasn't from Costa.
Exciting things are happening soon, though - this weekend I'm going to a family friend's flat in France with two of my best friends. The Friday after that, I go see Imogen Heap in Liverpool. A week later, I'll see her at the Royal Albert Hall, baby xD And NaNoWriMo is approaching. This is the few weeks I've looked forward to all year, and it's very nearly here and I'm happy.
Goodnight,
Lizzie xx