
I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Realizing there is no hope
In ever being understood
Context (if you’re interested):
This is an alternative version of my poem from yesterday with different themes.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Realizing there is no hope
In ever being understood
Context (if you’re interested):
This is an alternative version of my poem from yesterday with different themes.

I endure
Swallowing my daydreams
Dark pits in my throat that fuel
My long walk
Context (if you’re interested):
This is based on a poem my friend wrote.

It takes an ocean
To sink such a massive ship.
Oh what majesty
In the waters that it could
Swallow the Titanic whole?
Context (if you’re interested):
I frequently marvel at the ocean. It is both wondrous and horrific.

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.

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.

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.

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 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?

I live with all my
Contradictions, wanting more,
But enjoying bread
Context (if you’re interested):
It is based on a poem by David Ignatow and my ever-present grounded idealism.

In the world made of
Light and darkness, what really
Stands out is the pink.
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem just popped into my head as I was drifting off to sleep one night.