My dishes were OUT
Monsters and other bad things
Now they’re in; big save
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The Mold is Growing Mold or I Am a Total Slob
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Garrett’s Birthday, On a Thursday OR Temporary Sanity *Through Insanity
Wake up. Oh crap. I’m
late. Gotta shower. Still drunk?
Get to class. I’m late.
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Call a Spade a Spade or Blame Your Youth; My Brain is Full of Undefinable Metaphor For Which There is No Purpose
Mountains of molehills,
are still mountains. Broken glass,
always cuts your feet.
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I’m Tired of Being Tired of Being Myself
Moments pass; dimly
lit lights flicker; exhaustion.
I am, so I am.
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I Wish I Were a Bear; I Want To, Want To Maul You.
Sometimes the title
is all there is. Haiku gets
in the way of waste.
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Too Faar. Too Far. Too Faar. Too Far.
I think “far” like “too”
should have a double vowel.
No basis for that.
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I Hadn’t Ever Tried to Urinate While Driving Before or Womp. Seems To Be A Theme
Great time. Flying through.
Gotta go. Bottle. Success!
Often, speak too soon.
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I Can’t Figure Out if its Because I Avoid Them or Because They Avoid Me
I feel no sense of
connection to many peers.
I’m the foreigner.
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Cute Girls and Coffee are the Bane of My Existence OR Womp.
Coffee me please. “Room?”
No thanks. (Say something. More. NOW!)
“Anything else?” No.
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Its a Shame I Don’t Know Your Name Because I Watch You Watch and You’re Not the Same
Lovely spring abound
Outside, sun and legs and love
Inside, brunettes. Yes.
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There’s Something About My Apartment That Completely Prohibits Me From Being Productive
Door, coat, chair: hood up
Yogurt, raspberries: relax
Schoolwork: incomplete
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Dangling Prepositions and Other Grammatical Health Risks
If you can’t form a
sentence, without a dangler,
my blahg’s not for you.
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Some Members of My Family are Moving In With Other Members of My Family Temporarily
Brother, nice, nephew,
sister-in-law, mom, dad, dogs.
One big, slappy, house (home, depending).
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Nights Alone in the Apartment When There Are Other Loners All Around is Abashing and Beautiful and Comforting and Depressing
The more I restrain the idea of form and I begin to write haiku as a series of thoughts rather than events, the avenues of expression that I had thought to be closed seem to open. I’m excited to experiment with random thought processes as a means of muse. Our abstract brains are MUCH cooler than our thinking brains.
Thinking, bubble, sit.
Large armoir, I fit inside.
Though, feet dangle down.Loving, jagged, reach.
Shelves are high, I can’t see up.
Reach is relative.I can smell dinner.
Next door, she paints, cooks, who knows.
Neighbors, lonely too?
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There Is a Patio Outside My 6th Floor Office That I Would Spend All Day Playing On If I Could
Playing in the sun;
VERY, HIGHly contagious.
Never work again.
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School is Perpetual – So is Chaos and Coffee Consumption and Plant Growth (Hopefully).
Winter quarter was
lulling me into bored death.
Over. Start over.
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Overheard In Athens
A punchline can come
in many different flavors.
“Dude, Brah, when-ehn-rome”And the best are those,
which surprise you the least;
“Ass.hole.shit.for.braaaaaaaaaains!!!”
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Sweet and Sour at This Hour
A short lived ride with
a beautiful girl. So sweet,
sour when it endsRides can last longer
and girls, more, more beautiful
Still sour, still ends
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Late Nights, Free Jazz, Green Beer, Hula Hoops, Washboard Abs, Beautiful Women and Very “Religious” Men
There aren’t many things
I find so comforting as
My own discomfort.
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Apologies
I’m seeing a psrynk. She challenged me this week to make a list of things I don’t like about myself. You all should do it. Its terrible. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to be honest with yourself with pen and paper. In this vein, I will attempt to offer a series of like-minded haiku about self-discovery and disappointment.
COMING SOON
*Decided that I’m not going to do this. Making the list was hard enough. I’m not ready for such concerted emotional effort.
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You, Me, Us – !Hello!/?Goodbye? City With a Y
Uplift party, me.
You are bouncing and waving;
I am eyeing life.
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I Dueled Sean Jones and Didn’t Lose I Don’t Think
No haiku to speak
of. It was just really great.
Sean, vibing my vibe.
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Early Morning Haiku Turn Out Weird and Always Personify My Brain
Sometimes, haiku is
hard. Meter controls my brain.
And Brain controls me.
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Its Fun To Live Life Referring To Yourself as “You”.
This is Haiku x 3 (I think that’s a thing?)
I do not have the ability to not tell everyone,
everything I’m thinking all the time. My brain’s need for attention is concerning but
its need for righteousness is downright terrifying. I will win.Personifying individual parts of a person is exciting.
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I Believe That I Am A Constant State of Mental or Physical Malfunction, Which Leads to My Destruction
Mind pain likes to find
friends, like bodies, to share its
misery with. Womp.There seems to be a recurring theme lately and despite my desire to put legs on my life, I continue to watch it roll around on the ground like an orange. I like oranges, but I prefer them with legs.
*Also, grammatically, I believe that last “with” is superfluous. Double womp.
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Existentialism, Garret and I Talk About Girls
People, buzzing, beer.
Smarts and looks and my thoughts lie,
in a question. You?
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Aaron is Right, His Head Does Look Like an Onion
You don’t become a
jazz bassist to win awards.
Justin? Disney? Dumb.
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