When you chase rabbits,
You may end up happening
On a wonderland.
Blast from the Past:
I am the spark of
Near irrelevance meant to
Recenter our acts.
07/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Tag: poetry
07/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Ballast of falseness
All action is projection
Instinctive duty
Blast from the Past:
What’d feel like to be
In a world that’s a projection
Of another?
07/22/25 A New Landay Poem for a New Day
My plane departs towards a new world
A long long time ago, I left my own world behindEveryone I meet here welcomes me
Cultural cousins of the ones I just visitedKindred spirits but islands apart
Many here cannot afford to see their fellow kinA short flight, but they might as well be
A world away from this island that makes up their homeA world I can traverse on each of
My many flights as I hop around to see what’s here
This one is a landay poem, which is made up of 9 syllable then 13 syllable couplet. They are supposed to demonstrate contrasts.
Blast from the Past:
Tossed into this world
You will receive everything
Will it be enough?
07/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I suffer from life
Heavy eyes and empty brain
The roads are traveled
Blast from the Past:
When sleep finally
Catches up to me, I’ll rest
For eternity
07/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Lustful fantasy
Tantalization that just
Falls away even grasped
Blast from the Past:
We’re told to always
Stand strong. Except when you fall,
Become limber fast.
07/19/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Our planet is vast
I only want you to dream
I will go with you
Blast from the Past:
In this world of dust,
Every single speck is
A vast universe
07/18/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
An orphan of fate
Born with no fighting spirit
The world’s slipped away
Blast from the Past:
Life without purpose
Is no more wasted than life
Lived with poor purpose.
07/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The cat left its perch
To stare anxiously
At the coming storm
Blast from the Past:
Where is the thunder,
Prophet of the flood storming
What we hold sacred?
07/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I can still think of
All emotions that have died
My soul is impatient
Blast from the Past:
Emotional case
But I can’t talk about it
A weight inside me
07/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Gunk now fills both eyes
My throbbing throat can’t swallow
Puss ooze from my scabs
I’m sick today.
Blast from the Past:
Not only are we
On the same boat, but we’re all
Seasick together.