
One cat tears into
The other’s face, but I can
Do nothing to stop him.
Blast from the past:u
Opportunists at
The world’s end, they emerge to
Prey on the oppressed
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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One cat tears into
The other’s face, but I can
Do nothing to stop him.
Blast from the past:u
Opportunists at
The world’s end, they emerge to
Prey on the oppressed

The lights flicker in the darkness
As I gaze out the high rise window
Cars and bikes halt
On streets too narrowThey try to rush to work
Among the vast expanse
Of restaurant chains
That they can’t afford
Blast from the past:
In a new city
As the fervor of the day
Transforms into night,
I lie here remembering
That I’m just a hollow shell.

(The person who this poem is dedicated to will know who they are when they see it.)
I hope you can
Give yourself the hugs
That I could never seem to give youI hope you can
Stabilize the life
I kept moving beneath you.I hope you can build
A place for yourself
I could never create with you.I hope you can give
Yourself enough space to be
In a world trying to snuff you out.I hope you can get
The anger to keep going
Even if it’s directed at me.I hope you can continue
To fail with a courage
I will never be able to muster.I hope you can laugh
In the way that
I never seemed to understand.I hope you can have
The adventures
I never had time for.I hope you can grieve
For what could have been
So that you never accept anything lessI hope you can see
Beyond the storm
At the life you’d love to live.I hope when you remember our time together
You remember it just fondly enough to keep going
But with just enough anger at me
To try to prove me wrong.
Blast from the past:
You
Me
You and me
You and me falter
You and me falter every day

The biggest mistake
We can make is to assume
We don’t belong here.
Blast from the past:
Death displaces my
Essence and binds my life to
The beat of time. Why?

In the fallout of
What happened, life just goes on
When you wake up the next day
Blast from the past:
We will wear our scars
Like tattoos. Each will become
An adorning crown.

You Know You’re Aging When:
You’re unsure whether
To feel glad or sad about
What now excites you.
Blast from the past:
Why do our bodies
Fall apart right as our minds
Discern who we are?

I’m the setting sun
Descending over the
Light of tomorrow
Blast from the past:
Out of nothing came
Everything, from one spark the
Entire universe

Death is just in how
Upon all it dispenses
The same injustice.
Blast from the past:
Stalking on its own terms,
Receding when you contend,
Death is a coward.

The abyss is real
But not for me. Though I like
Picnics on its cliff.
Blast from the past:
After this, my song
Will become another herald
To guide this blind world.

I am the shifting
Wind that you have never been
Able to grasp
Blast from the past:
The wind blows away
Your dandelion wishes
Before you can try