
You can’t be your best
Person in a place you are
Trying to outgrow.
Blast from the Past:
It’s just me and you
What you water’s what you grow
Growing without you
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about relationships

You can’t be your best
Person in a place you are
Trying to outgrow.
Blast from the Past:
It’s just me and you
What you water’s what you grow
Growing without you

Do something grand
Do something amazing
But you won’t do any good
If you come guns a blazing
Blast from the Past:
Would an avenged pot
Ever really manage to
Hold water again?

The cuscus glances at
His lover across the branch
In the afterglow of sex
Blast from the Past:
What is the point of
Fine roses in the pathway if
You can’t enjoy them?

Fly me to the moon.
Hand my hand and don’t let go.
Life will find a way.
Blast from the Past:
I close both my eyes
Because you can pierce through them
Right into my soul

Ants run about like
The flurry of activities
That amounted to
Not much that the one you loved
Would perform every day
Blast from the Past:
There is nothing
More fascinating than
Another person

Suppose you and I are the same.
Then you multiply me the same way I multiply myself
What if I then take the way you multiply yourself?
You and me multiplies with you without me the same way you multiply with me without you.
Ok, just divide you without me.
What is left?
You and I are the same as just you.
You are the same as two of me
As you become nothing
Blast from the Past:
Persuasive rebuke
A studied provocation
Influence lingered

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes
Blast from the Past:
Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

What questions persist,
What keeps you going
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because

I sit in your box
Wondering the next moment
I can move beyond these walls
Blast from the Past:
I tried but was ignored. Moving on.
Your mind’s made up. Forced darkness.

All I can do is
Nothing
Compared to the
Heaven you give me
Blast from the Past:
Instead of “better half”,
I prefer the idea of
One’s “bettering half”