The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society
Moments of potential
Become monuments to
Our dawning reality
(I wrote this haiku while on the road without enough internet access to post it day of, so I posted later when I internet.)
Blast from the past:
Nothing eases pain
But it’s moments that give hope
Be a good neighbor
Welcome and behold
The roots that weave us with those
Who built our present
Blast from the Past:
Processing choices
Made about me before I
Had even been born.
I am going to be traveling throughout the countryside until May 28th, 2025, so I will not have consistent internet access. Thus, I will be taking a break from posting my daily haikus. I plan to resume them once I get back. I will also not likely post my daily haikus. I will still write haikus everyday. I cannot but love writing these while traveling, but I will not usually have the internet to upload them here every day like I normally day. Once I get back, I hope to bulk upload all the haikus I wrote as I traveling. Thank you for your patience and support.
Let that brittle wind
That tells you you don’t belong
Blow the other way.
Blast from the Past:
Yes, the emperor
May have no clothes but wait until
You realize that
Everyone has been naked this whole time
The Mall
Cold, sterilized air
Shops selling their combos of
Flavored sugar flour
What country even is this?
Does it make a difference?
Blast from the Past:
Markets, malls, online,
Peddling the same old stuff
Under the setting sun.
Race of suitcases
Flurry of sandals and heels
Leaving the subway
Blast from the Past:
Sitting on the subway,
Buried in the exhausting
World of franchises
Bold city skyline
Trying to become something
New under the sun
Blast from the Past:
Gazing at the skyline
Contemplating the fall of
Capitalism
Ancient corpse rising
From my steps, flaming world that
I always betray.
Blast from the Past:
Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.
I wish I had a
Button I could press to end
All the traffic sounds
Blast from the Past:
A quintessential New York moment:
Cross the street. A car
Whips around the bend, honking
Like I am to blame.
Flowers in full bloom
In front of which everyone
Stands for a selfie
Blast from the Past:
In this city of
Crowds clambering and clanking,
You can feel alone
(This first haiku is about a flower garden I saw in Bangkok. The second one was about New York City.)
Over the hustle of cars and people,
A lone train softly glides by,
Dividing the flurry
From the still high-rises above
Blast from the Past:
Nomadic, exile,
Traveling, adventurous,
Migrating movement