“I’d like to be not
what I am, but I am not
what I’m not. Marriage.”
“The truth is, money
is a foe. I want to have
it, not look like it.”
“Love with a man whom
I don’t really know. Death and
all things here to there.”
Category: Uncategorized
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Love is Material and Tragic or I’m Lost in What I Ought OR “Guarding the Person”: an ode to Vonnegut
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Its Always About What I Want, Even When Its About What You Want OR I Am A Jerk Almost All of the Time
Rude, I am always
when questioned, no desire
to hear my answer.Impolite, maybe
I want to skip steps, silly
superfluous onesHowever, I am
without fail, unable to
filter my response
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My Tuesday Was Better Than Your Tuesday
There are champions
of good intentions. I am
not generally.However, today
I succeed in mind/matter.
Successes are sweet.Occasionally,
they also let you buy them
dinner. Walks, talks. Wins.
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Possibility Is Thwarted Before Possible; Change is Irrelevant
I am living vi-
cariously through myself.
Stories are so big.
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You Can Want to Move, But Hate? Really? OR I Think I Might Be Afraid to Move
I like Ohio
I’m not ashamed. Why are you?
Running from your past?
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I’m Afraid Religion Makes God Unobtainable
We are connected
Together and one in love
God’s bigger than fear
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I Can’t Touch a Thing, I Can’t Say a Thing, I can’t BE a Thing
Like a hawk, eyeing
Seeing you is stirring me
Far dream, like a sun
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My Life is in Three Places, My Brain is in Five OR See Living for Dying – Vice Versa
Living inside. Walks.
Changes around, big and small.
Infectious dying.
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The Valley Will Crawl Into Your Lungs and Make a Nest in Your Esophagus
It says “sunny, warm”
Lie. Sweating asleep, awake,
Sunny. Hot as junk.
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Constantly Disappointed and Excited By What I Am Capable of OR Falling Short of Your Own Expectations, Exceeding Your Future Telling
I’m mad for music
that expresses my aches, joys
no words, (preconceived)
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Chair, Why Are We Such Good Friends?
Maintain current course
and be directed to death.
Change: THWARTED in life.
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I Can’t Write, I Can’t Right, I Can’t Write, I Can’t Right OR It Doesn’t Matter Because This Isn’t Real
If I had a dime,
for every time I sat down,
didn’t write haikuI would have many,
many, many, many dimes,
but still no haiku
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Coffee and Starch Does Not a Good Diet Make
When I don’t eat right,
Propensity toward grump( )ness
Need to eat some green
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A Twenty-First Century Equation: Real Feelings For/About/Toward a Device Made For Communicating + Irony = Depression
Cell phone: eat it. Though,
you sooth me; you abuse me.
I need you, loathe you.
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Haiku is Impressionism ALSO Ode to Ravel
Sitting, fishing and
a bird, on my pole. “Hello.”
Plaintive in flight, blue.
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Removal of Preconception to Inhibit Misconception
Woke up with water
on my brain. Now I’m swimming
Se(e/a) misconception
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My Memory is a Steel Trap
WROUGHT with “the terror”
Throb, Brain. Tempo is up. Face, hot.
Don’t forget, Forget.
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Life is Broken Often If You Look Through Broken Glasses
Boredom is purple
Liked not, till chance was given
Boredom can be good
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Cannibalism is a Metaphor Sometimes, For What I’m Not Sure OR An Excuse to Write “Mind Mana”
Let’s eat eachother
Saw top of head, eat brain out
Increase MIND mana
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Mother Nature, Mother Earth, Mother Mary, Mother Church OR Blank Out, Black Out
We are the connect
fire and beautiful moments
rainy washed away
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Weather is Affective or Let’s Love Eachother Inside and Out
Its really lovely
to be you, me, us, we. Time?
Take it and give it.
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Obscurity, I Fear or Tremendous Transformations With or Without Deliberateness
I am Kilgore Trout
floating through existence of
norm, chaos, not me
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My Speaking Voice is Droooooooooping OR Bronchitislaryngitisconjunctivitissinus Junk
End of quarter, I
am always sick. NEVER fails.
7 weeks of not enough sleep leads to 3 weeks of too much when I have time to be getting even less.
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Brilliance Is in the Air and It’s Infectious OR I Am A Product of My Own Anxiety (about nothing)
Use the force, to change
Everyday, chaos or peace
We reap what we sow
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This Is Not a Haiku.
I am struggling constantly with the idea of mental identity. I’m afraid to come to conclusions because I feel like if I do, I won’t know it if/when the “right” answer comes along. I have a legitimate fear that I won’t ever come to any of these conclusions and I’ll always be waiting for something bigger and better or more right or more beautiful or smarter or whatever.
I think the real question is, is faith something you have to go for, or is it something you have? If the former, isn’t it SCARY to put your heart into something you can poke holes into, whether its a relationship or a belief or an idea of what I am or what I’ll be or ANYTHING. If its the latter, WHY DON’T I GET TO HAVE IT AND OTHER PEOPLE DO? It seems unfair that there are some people who just get to “know” what they think and I’m stuck, like many, many other people, talking themselves in circles.
Also, I project things I don’t like about myself on others. For example:
People who don’t think as much as me are dumb = I’m insecure about how little I “know” and how confident some people are with themselves.
I feel like if you think about it as much as I do you should think exactly like I think = I’m close-minded and an asshole.
People who are happy are dumb = I’m smart and unhappy so everyone should be, if they’re smart, also unhappy.
Conclusion: I’m trying to fix my brain. Here’s to success *
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WAAAAHHHHH OR Now I Can Appreciate Boredom
Learning is hard work.
I want to fill my brain, but
to what extent? Life?(Not meant to sound as pretentious as it does)
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Am I Afraid of Religion or is Religion Afraid of Me OR (<That was a rhetorical question)
Triviality:
thoughts aren’t, words are. Belief?
I choose to avoid.
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