Cell phone: eat it. Though,
you sooth me; you abuse me.
I need you, loathe you.
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A Twenty-First Century Equation: Real Feelings For/About/Toward a Device Made For Communicating + Irony = Depression
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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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The Mold is Growing Mold or I Am a Total Slob
My dishes were OUT
Monsters and other bad things
Now they’re in; big save
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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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