The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
I
Grow
My
Grand
Lie
To
Fly
So
High
This is a poem form I invented, based on Magic 9 poems, which I was reading about recently. Basically, each line must be one syllable and must follow the rhyme scheme: abacadaba.
Blast from the Past:
I stand here confused.
I shake my wings intently,
But I do not fly.
Don’t connect my thoughts
With my actions. You never
Know what I can think.
Blast from the Past:
All these thoughts flow through
My head like water crashing
Into a river
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
Dark night of itself
Terrifying silence
Nobody likes me
Blast from the Past:
Make peace with darkness
Cold and broken call of love
Embrace the stillness
The feelings that hurt
To act that’s the true wisdom
Shipwreck of my soul
Blast from the Past:
Unsure what to feel
Facing another day where
Everything’s in flux.
All the lonely souls
What is felt is what is lived
Half-tones of the soul
Blast from the Past:
It is loneliness
That helps us see the glitter
In the broken pot
Alone in the night
Matter has offended me
Life well spent feels long.
Blast from the Past:
The sun’s radiance
Finally gives way to the
Long sigh of the moon
It is only when
Light engulfs you that you see
Your shadows within
Blast from the Past:
Always bursting through
The cracks of your perspective,
The light will shine through
It is only when
The world turns dark that you see
Your creepy crawlies
Blast from the Past:
Darkness—when our fears
Become interlocutors
And we must listen.
Our souls are only the
Side we can see; regime
Of lost consciousness
Blast from the Past:
In the waiting room
For dental surgery.
What even is an
Experience
If you can’t remember it
Afterwards?
What is consciousness
Without memory?
As anesthesia
Dissipates
My questions away