
Walls of our old home
Full of so many stories
Left there unfinished
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is about the nostalgia of looking back at an apartment of a relationship that didn’t quite work out.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Walls of our old home
Full of so many stories
Left there unfinished
Context (if you’re interested):
This poem is about the nostalgia of looking back at an apartment of a relationship that didn’t quite work out.

I’ll always be here
To patch whatever was lost
Back onto your heart
(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.)
This one is based on a poem I read while in Manila about someone unwilling to deal with a break up.

I’ve been too caught up
In what thinking about what I ought to do
To actually be
(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.)
This poem is about the pressure to uphold one’s obligations instead of thinking about what works best for you as an individual.

The world’s so messed up
That you must have a purpose,
Your part to fix it
(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.)
This poem is about my own struggles to find my purpose, my way to help make the world a better place.

“Only to get by.”
“There’s no other choice.”
“You’re overthinking.”
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:
This is about how others say to not think and just follow what those who tell you what to do when these leaders give unreasonably and/or unethical proscriptions. I was particularly thinking about how this happens in workplace.

Growth lies in knowing
All your imperfections are
Gifts for you to hold
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:
We shouldn’t beat ourselves up for our imperfections but see them as gifts. Usually our biggest strengths and our biggest imperfections interconnect.
(I had bad internet, so I could not post this day of, but I did write it on that day.)

I am always caught
Between needing to talk and
To be left alone
Blast from the past:
Delight, then, sorrow,
The worker reaps a bounty
For his employer

Dismissive about the past
Disengaged in the present
Indifferent for the future
Blast from the past:
A little bit existential
A little bit spiritual
A lot bit confused

Venturing into
New: new city, new country, new culture.
What stories await
Blast from the past:
Incredible good
Often arises out of
Sheer stupidity

Blocking catharsis,
Militant ignorance, and
Feigned resolutions
Blast from the past:
Choreographed crowds
When viewed in isolation
All political