Author's note: I was challenged by one of my partners to write a haiku based on my dissociative identity disorder, more precisely provide a summarized description of my alters, or multiple personalities, and how we interact together.
While I have taken the time to know the six closest ones to me, and they have also appeared to do the same homework, this exercise made me (us?) realize it is at times much harder than anticipated to describe one of those entities in only a few words.
Some other entities are not entirely brought up, as I do not know enough about them to justify me writing on them. Some of those are also unwanted by our system.
In order of appearance are: myself, Dart, Lex, Sophia, Ryan, enix, Rubiss. We are as diverse as we can be, of various genders and identities. We each have different skills, different strenghts and weaknesses.
Together we're one
Even if we are many
One unique being
We're all of seven
And one community brain
We appear normal
Some say we're crazy
Some say we are the sages
We're a clusterfuck
We do not know what
Description to give our host
A wandering soul
A broken spirit
A shattered being or a
Resilient one
The protector is
Where everything began
Many moons ago
Always standing guard
Making sure we all are safe
Letting no harm come
Almighty seer
Who sees it all from their spire
Was also at the start
Living in the woods
Destined to a peaceful life
Among nature
The child was preserved
The innocence of the host
Will forever last
Frozen into time
Will unchangingly prevail
Nine until she dies
The unhinged being
A product of violence
Promised to fight back
Pure fury, declines
to stand idle in the face
Of fucking injustice
The geek, recluse one
Living the digital life
Fearlessly lonely
Does not care about
What's going on in the world
Today, yesterday
Promiscuous one
Who won't stop at anything
To have some good times
Effervescent nymph
Who never declines a meal
And great company
Others do exist
Those who refuse to join us
Inside our system
There are some others
We deny from joining us
The risk is too high
They all gravitate
They do abruptly appear
They are like the wind
How can we survive
And rule the mind when we can't
Prevent intrusion
Seven sides of me
Although only one truly
Is the real me
I often wonder
What will happen to us next
And who am I now
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Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Author's rant: I find it unbelievably ridiculous that Vocal has a word count minimum set at 600. It makes it much harder when trying to write some poetry, especially considering haikus are more often than not short pieces of art. I feel I have to fill in the blanks like I am doing right now and sadly include a rant.
This said, I also really hate the editor Vocal provides to write and publish texts. The editor provided is extremely basic in nature. While the commonly used features (bold, italic, underline, strikethrough, blockquote, heading, links, ordered/unordered lists) are available, this limitation also has a perverted effect on my creativity, greatly limiting it.
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