
I resume the course
Of my existence. I’m free
From having to feel.
Blast from the Past:
I never felt more
Free than when I discarded
Your purpose for me.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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I resume the course
Of my existence. I’m free
From having to feel.
Blast from the Past:
I never felt more
Free than when I discarded
Your purpose for me.

Into the exit
Where the last hope for our world
Turns into nothing
Blast from the Past:
Our lives seem big now,
But in time, the world’ll forget
Our existences.

It stood before me
In its vastness, signifying
All sound and silence
Blast from the Past:
I sit beneath the clouds
A peculiar silence is born from each
Breathing in the wind

To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary
Blast from the Past:
The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window

We are but a brief
Slumber in our default state
Of enduring death
Blast from the Past:
What is life
But a slow death,
Executing existence

Traveling
More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion
Blast from the Past:
We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel

Road winding along the mountain’s edge
Peaks crest on both sides as they fall
Slowly into the ocean
Sun setting behind
All fall into
The same line
My eyes
Do
Today I wrote a nonet. The first line is 9 syllables; the next one’s 8, all the day down to 1.
Blast from the Past:
Each morning we gaze
At the same sun

Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.

Looking for cozy?
Open for offers?
Ready for your next adventure?
Meet PearlLegendary
Kite for some beach fun
A rad base
Complete with cafe and beer garden
Sleep comfortablyNature spent the last 250 million years crafting her canvas
Don’t take our word for it
Warn others
(From this poem, I compiled clips from ads I saw.)
Blast from the Past:
The hustle is real
You will need experience
Ride for free after

Silence
Nothing to watch
No new thoughts, just silence
Stirs my mind awake to its
Worries
This is my attempt at a cinquain poem.
Blast from the Past:
Hell fire emanates
From within the recesses
Of my wounded soul