
What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun
Blast from the past:
Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about navigating life

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun
Blast from the past:
Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.

A day of rest where
I can just relax without
Anything to prove
Blast from the past:
Born with black and white.
Yellow and red comes. Fully
Could see with the blues.

A stale life is bad,
But you can turn it around.
Death is permanent.
Blast from the past:
Why would you lessen
An otherwise great life through
Such a boring death?

When my disquiet
Constricts my own revival,
Drive a stake through it
Blast from the past:
Try. Fail. Try again.
As long as you’re converging
Defeats are data

The youth who tried to
Snatch the moon plummeted with
A star in her grasp
Blast from the past:
Inspiration waits
It never seems to find me
So I guess I’ll wait

Sand, mountains, volcanoes
I see new landscapes until
They become the familiar
Wall paper of my life
Blast from the past:
My own universe
Is not trapped there on a shelf
Gathering stardust

Climbing up and up
Just to have to go back down
The wave of living
Blast from the past:
I invite the wind
Because in it I know I’ll
Find actual life

One imprint after
Another laid on sand that
The waves take away
Blast from the past:
May the waves of the
Abysmal future be less
Choppy then they look.

How are we
Supposed to build
Our fortresses of resilience
Upon only
Loneliness, stress, and exhaustion?
Blast from the Past:
I keep circling
The vortex of agony:
Cycle of anger

I sit here bobbing
Angsty yet bored, waiting out
The rest of my life
Blast from the Past:
Prisoner I am
Locked in a cage of freedom
Waiting for a key