
I was the extra
In your own movie, supposed
To support your quest
Context (if you’re interested):
This was based on a poem I read, but I cannot remember the name or author of.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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I was the extra
In your own movie, supposed
To support your quest
Context (if you’re interested):
This was based on a poem I read, but I cannot remember the name or author of.

Oh lovely silence,
The sound I play to conjure
My haunting memories
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is about how when things get quiet that my memories come back.

I dive deep into
The waters from whence I came and
To which I will be
Context (if you’re interested):
It is based on a poem about Himmapan that I saw at the Bangkok Art and Culture Centre. I was thinking about plunging into the depths of one’s personhood.

Neither still streams nor
Roaming rivers can divide
The love that binds us
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on the poem that Tsogt Khung-Taiji carved into the rock at Delgerkhan in Mongol

Only remembered
For your death and for those you
Brought down with you
Context (if you’re interested):
I visited the Terracotta Army that day. It’s a real marvel of human ingenuity. I was learning about how often Chinese emperors would bury wives, servants, and others with them to serve in the afterlife. Nowadays, some of them we know very little about them except the humans they killed with them. Sometimes in life, the main lingering impacts we have are the destructive ones. It can make you think.

Tell me the way to
Heaven. This? Or that? Or, which?
What maze of paths!
Context (if you’re interested):
I wrote this to express feeling confounded when I see others so confident they know what is best for everyone.

Each night we’re apart,
I look up at the same moon
Like you smiling down
Context (if you’re interested):
Based “Water Melody Prelude: When Will the Bright Moon Appear?” By Su Shi. This is also a tribute to the Mid-Autumn Festival in China, although I am a few days late. (At the time of the festival, I was running around too much to be able to pause and write a poem about it.)

Come as you aren’t
I’ll be better able to
Make you how I want
(The story behind this poem; only read this part if you’d like to hear my personal story. Skip if it you’d prefer to glean your own meaning from the poem: I wrote this poem to help me vent my emotions about a specific dispute that happened. I am trying to convey how humans tend to event more and more arguments to solidify their initial impression in their mind even as more facts made it clear their position was wrong.)
For me, this poem is about conformity, about the pressure to be a blank slate so one can conform to how others want you to be.

Billions of sparkles
Star fire, just reaching us now
Endless genesis
Context (if you’re interested):
The universe is made up of a seemingly endless genesis from our perspective as we discover fresh stars that may be very old but their light is just reaching us now.

Shrouded in mist
Where are you, oh, mountain peak?
What mysteries do you hold?
Context (if you’re interested):
I was hiking in Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan. In the morning, the mountains were shrouded in mist creating an interesting effect. It felt like the mountain itself was a mystery slowly revealing itself through the fog.