
An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.

After a long week,
I can finally take a
Moment for myself
Blast from the Past:
The gentle cool breeze
And no new information
A relaxed mind

Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?
Blast from the Past:
Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good
Blast from the Past:
Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing
Blast from the Past:
I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance
Blast from the Past:
The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility
Blast from the Past:
Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies
Blast from the Past:
The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell