
It’s without twists and turns
That I approach
Meeting you
Context (if you’re interested):
The idea of this poem just popped into my head one night.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

It’s without twists and turns
That I approach
Meeting you
Context (if you’re interested):
The idea of this poem just popped into my head one night.

No new city,
No new climate
Can calm the storm
Inside your headDoes it matter if
The others are kind
To you as a stranger
If you can’t be kind
To yourself?
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is based on “the tourist” in “You Are Here” by Dawn Lanuza.

I thrust my phone through
The throngs of tourists to take
My selfie alone
Context (if you’re interested):
This haiku is based on this Japanese haiku:
From the window of the departing train,
I first thrust my head out,
so as not to lose.

The river rushes into the sea.
When will it ever return?
Why do we too expect
Our money to invest back to us?
Context (if you’re interested):
This is based on a poem by Lia Bai. I was thinking about how the flow of money in society is like a river. It flows in an endless cycle, congregating in certain places and leaving others dry.

Welcome all
We want to serve you better
Bingo extreme
Context (if you’re interested):
This is a compilation of ads I saw driving around Manila. I assembled them together to get a sense of the surreal kind of feel advertisements can have when you stop to think about them.

My contradictions
Shall remain intact, yearning
For everything, beyond
This daily bread I hold
Context (if you’re interested):
This is a revamped version of the my poem from the day before. It expressed what I was going for better.

All stories will end
But don’t the let this scare you
Away from starting
What could be the best story
You could have for your life
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on “a prelude” in “You Are Here” by Dawn Lanuza

I’m a monument
Frozen in just one moment,
In your mind at least
Context (if you’re interested):
I was thinking about how our view of people can become static after we stop seeing them.

What passes for answers
When you sit in the forest?
The bird singing
The squirrel jumping
And the all-encompassing realization
That everything will be okay.
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on a poem called “What Passes for Answers” in a book by the same name

What day is today?
What does it even matter
To me anymore?
Context (if you’re interested):
What use is time when all of life feels the same after a while?