
I see without want
My body’s a latent shout
Expected sadness
Blast from the Past:
Stairs descend to night
Each step takes me closer to
The darkness within
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about navigating life

I see without want
My body’s a latent shout
Expected sadness
Blast from the Past:
Stairs descend to night
Each step takes me closer to
The darkness within

During all of this
You’ll never be able to stop
The arrow of time
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
Blast from the Past:
Life is shortened by
Spending time sheltering from
Afternoon showers

The end of the earth
Inability to do
Are you happy now
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
Blast from the Past:
The road is bumpy
But the hardship is worth it
The happy ending

To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.To change the wind
Is just to spin new wind
Upon the wind pastWind is just what was
Its remnant waves cascading
To form what now isEverything is wind
Endlessly forming
Today’s piece is a haiku sonnet.
Blast from the Past:
The day I realize
I’m just chasing after wind
Is the day I’m free.

To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.
Blast (or maybe breeze) from the Past:
All that will remain
Of my former self will be
The heralding wind

To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”

The false broken sky
Where did the lost eagle go?
Where life’s not painful
Blast from the Past:
My feet know where I
Need to go, even while I’m
Lost inside my head…

Life came and found me
Conquest of the ordinary
Unwelcome pilgrim
Blast from the Past:
Life has always been
Far too short not to put on
Footy pajamas.

I suffer from life
Heavy eyes and empty brain
The roads are traveled
Blast from the Past:
When sleep finally
Catches up to me, I’ll rest
For eternity

An orphan of fate
Born with no fighting spirit
The world’s slipped away
Blast from the Past:
Life without purpose
Is no more wasted than life
Lived with poor purpose.