
Our schools of knowledge
Are but little huts we built
To hold ourselves in
Blast from the Past:
People who lose their
Wonder about the world join
Academia.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society

Our schools of knowledge
Are but little huts we built
To hold ourselves in
Blast from the Past:
People who lose their
Wonder about the world join
Academia.

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Open for offers?
Ready for your next adventure?
Meet PearlLegendary
Kite for some beach fun
A rad base
Complete with cafe and beer garden
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Don’t take our word for it
Warn others
(From this poem, I compiled clips from ads I saw.)
Blast from the Past:
The hustle is real
You will need experience
Ride for free after

The enchanted dream
Of stupidity, nothing
Is worth the trouble
Blast from the Past:
Ordinary family
Distorted self-perception
Stupid importance

How many we are
What seas crash within us
Our armored contempt
Blast from the Past:
The waves keep rising
While all around clouds darken
Hope lies in the deep

Normality is
Overrated. Everywhere
I look they seek it.
Blast from the Past:
Professional survival:
Evasive banality
Good and normal lie

Revival service
Wind swept, leaving it empty
Of heaven and hell
Blast from the Past:
The spirit has left,
Took the last train out of here,
Since we founded Rome.

Desire’s soggy crust
Manufacturing the real
Sorrows like closed rooms
Blast from the Past:
The only people I enjoy
Are the mad ones
Who desire everything all at once
And refuse to compromise

Cacophony of
Vocalizations. Hysteria
Is sky-high.
(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:
Oh crowd, pushing me
And pulling me to and fro,
To where do you lead?

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.