
I can still think of
All emotions that have died
My soul is impatient
Blast from the Past:
Emotional case
But I can’t talk about it
A weight inside me
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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I can still think of
All emotions that have died
My soul is impatient
Blast from the Past:
Emotional case
But I can’t talk about it
A weight inside me

The twilight coolness
The lofty sky’s flawed and dead
My soul’s solitude
Blast from the Past:
Pulsating through space,
The glory still radiates
From the long dead star

Go live your happy
Tedium of the future
Days and days go by
Blast from the Past:
Color of boredom
I am afraid of silence
Chilling novelty

goal = 120
motivation = 15
progress = -1while(progress < goal):
progress += motivation
motivation -= 1
(I wrote my poem for today is in the programming language, Python. For anyone unsure, the trick is to calculate whether I can ever attain my goal as my motivation goes down.)
Blast from the Past (another math equation-based poem about losing motivation to reach one’s goal):
Energy(Attempt) + Initial_Progress = Progress
Wishful_Thinking – Realism = Goal
Learning = Success % Goal
Success = ProgressGoal + Learning Success = (Energy(Attempt) + Initial_Progress)Goal + Learning
Success = (Energy(Attempt) + Initial_Progress)(Wishful_Thinking – Realism) + Learning Success = (Try + (Learning – Past_Failures))(Wishful_Thinking – (Past_Failures – Learning)) + Learning
Success = (Try + (Learning – Past_Failures))(Wishful_Thinking – (Past_Failures – Learning)) + Learning Success = (Try + (Learning – Past_Failures))(Wishful_Thinking – (Past_Failures – Learning)) + Learning
Success = (Failure – Past_Failures)(Developed_Wisdom) + Learning Success = New_FailuresDeveloped_Wisdom + Learning
Success = Fail_Completely + Learning
Success = Learning_Anew

I climb the stairs
Crawling up and up each step
Yearning for the sky
Blast from the Past:
The frigid rain falls
Panting, lost the trail as I
Climb out my demons

Slowly, softly seized
Faces whose eyes stare at me
I’m an empty stage
Blast from the Past:
Staring into the
Abyss of sinister scorn
And shame seethingly

Talent for dreaming
A slumber of mysteries
Color of boredom
Blast from the Past:
Inspiration comes
From within your minds eye but
So does writer’s block.

My thoughts race as I
Try to focus on less than
Seven things at once
Blast from the Past:
In the twilight lies
An oasis of strange thoughts
Flowing through my mind

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good
Blast from the Past:
Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters