See, I was going to post something....

And then I couldn't muster up enough effort to write anything.  And then we only got, like, five trick-or-treaters, and Halloween is one of my favorite holidays....but it was so....vacant, and I felt even worse after that, which sucks because I usually have a great time during Halloween.

So, basically, I've been feeling pretty dead and worthless and all those fun, depressing emotions for days, weeks, months?

Yesterday, I read this:  Adventures in Depression

Hyperbole and a Half (by Allie Brosh) is by far one of my favorite things on the internet.  Ever.

In this entry, all I can say is that I feel exactly like she depicts herself, except I haven't broken through to the invincible-feeling side.

And there's my story, and that is the reason why I haven't written anything new.  And half the reason I don't plan on writing anything soon.  The other half of that one is because I have a 50+ page thesis to write.  And it's taking literally all I have in me to do that.  Especially because all I have in me right now isn't a lot.  Despite it being on a topic I have loved since I began to read and write.

~Hammeh

Gosh, it's been a while....

I've been so overwhelmed with editing, layout, and publishing that I haven't really had the time to write.  Which is actually quite depressing.  So, somewhere in between thesis writing and the literary magazine, my goal is to find a way....

I hope to have some entries come November 1st.  Goal set! 

~Hammeh

Advertising

A curtain of text,
hazy gray and devoid
of feeling.

No majestic Qs,
or blasé Ls,
just solid Rs
and precise Hs. 

Simplicity has replaced
creativity,

and the flat, bold lines
of consumerism,
beauty. 

~Hammeh

Darkness

Gray swallow sitting
on mauve and blue-gray haze;
she kisses the night. 

~Hammeh

Flames! Flames on the side of my face!

Vulcan

Of all things,

you should’ve

expected consistency

from me—

a burning in the

gut of earth,

a heat that seeps

into veins—lava. 

I warn you that

these chains

bind us—

but talking to

you is like

talking to

the ocean. 

Thinking I could

pin you—foolish. 

You will cast these

chains off again,

but don’t you dare

forget who here

chose War first.  

~Hammeh

Royal Couple

Epistle 

P—

I’ve swept the leaves

from the granite step;

C lolls there,

snapping at souls. 

Yesterday, I left

the door open and he

rushed out

barking at the setting sun. 

The light leaves early

these days,

and I have yet to

close the door. 

—H  

~Hammeh

Goddess of the Skies

Nut

Blue rings in her ears,

persistent and deep—

burrowing, implanted. 

Her hands press against

black soil, then fade—

seeping, molding to one. 

When she holds her head

back, you can see the

outline of stars

caught in her throat;

the wind drives them there

to nest and to remain unborn.

But the earth fade,

and she is left with stars,

sun, and no husband.  

~Hammeh

Flipped and Flopped

Mud

There's a patch of mud on the banks of the Patapsco,
Down by the black mud on the banks of the Patapsco
I have a green lawn chair where I like to go. 

I put my feet up on some large gray rocks. 
My feet rest on some large gray rocks,
And my mind sinks into the flow and flops

Like a fish in a tire in the cold blue river,
Like a fish in a black tire treaded in the river,
And my chair slips slowly into the mud.  Thud. 

~Hammeh  

P.S. - This is in a blues form.