
Before we met,
I felt like I was
Losing you
Context (if you’re interested):
Looking back at a relationship that slowly died over a long period of time
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Before we met,
I felt like I was
Losing you
Context (if you’re interested):
Looking back at a relationship that slowly died over a long period of time

I sit here on the edge
Writing poems
About nothing at all
Context (if you’re interested):
Taking a quiet moment to rest, I decided to write some poems. I am on the edge of nothing, writing about nothing. Sometimes it feels great to just pause.

Worlds of difference
‘Tween living by yourself and
Living with yourself

You can continue
Constructing your narratives.
I want no part in them

These gods, once worshiped
Given the power of the universe
Now even their names are forgotten

You can pile on your grand counterarguments
New information, new excuse
I can present you with happened
But there’s nothing I can do
To make you accept you were wrong
The story behind this poem; only read this part if you’d like to hear my personal story. Skip if it you’d prefer to glean your own meaning from the poem:
I wrote this poem to help me vent my emotions about a specific dispute that happened. I am trying to convey how humans tend to event more and more arguments to solidify their initial impression in their mind even as more facts made it clear their position was wrong.

I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’m going
All I know is that I am here
I am always here
Everyday it’s a new “here”
And that’s always where I seem to beI want to write the song
That brings out my heart
That the world will sing
But all that comes out is
These little words
On a page flapping in the windI want this to mean something
It must all amount to something
Something more than an experience
That I can’t form into words
And no one asks about
Blast from the past:
Ineffableness
Immeasurability
Deification

I Try to Fly So High
I want to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I can try to fly.
I cry as I fly.If I fly, I’ll die.
My cry will fly so high.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
Can I just try to fly?
I cry each time I fly so high.
I lie as I try to fly.My time to fly is nigh.
I must fly to not die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.Don’t try to fly so high.
I fly to try to strive.
I fly so high I cry.
I fly so high I’ll die.I cry, “Why can’t I fly?”
When I fly so high, I die.
I’d die to try to fly.
I try my lie that I will fly.I strive to try to fly.
I fly with no cry to die.
I’d lie to fly so high.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie that I will fly.
My cry will lie and die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.
(An edited version of a former poem from a while ago to make it more how I wanted it)
Blast from the past:
Living in the space
There between the bullet
And the gun barrel

Unstable chair rocks me
To and fro. It could fall at
Any moment now.
Blast from the past:
Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity

Which way should I go?
Oh heart, oh heart, where to go?
Just let the wind blow
Blast from the Past:
Moving on through your
Criteria, uncontained
Like the roving wind