Brother, nice, nephew,
sister-in-law, mom, dad, dogs.
One big, slappy, house (home, depending).
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Some Members of My Family are Moving In With Other Members of My Family Temporarily
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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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We Pay for Spring with Winter and I’m Excited for New Smiles
Beautiful moment:
a smile for only me.
Spring is here. Rent due.
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I Am An Old Man and The Pain In My Back Is Gnawing At Me Like One of Those Little Yippy Dogs
Right, *ow*, left, *ow*, neck.
Fire, and ice but less fun.
When I move, I ache.
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My Brain and My Mood are Friends. They Rarely Talk to Me; they Just Talk At Me.
I have this tendency to ignore general life requirements when I’m stressed. When the “high” of the stress comes down, I look at the chaos that I’ve been living with and in and flip the opposite switch and indulge in heavy duty indulgence of life requirements. This is good and bad in that it includes cleaning and social interaction but bad because it includes eating and vegetative hibernation. Its a cycle. I haven’t decided if the cycle creates my swirling anxiety or if my swirling anxiety creates the cycle.
Put on my shoes, my
hat, my coat. Ready for cold.
Not cold anymore.
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My Life is Better Than My Brain Lets On
Learn about yourself
and discover shortcomings.
Don’t: painless neglect.
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I Have a Dialogue in My Head With Myself and the Jim Breuer Version of Myself
Arrive, things aren’t as
I thought they would be. Anxious.
“Relax, maaaaaaaaaaaaaan.” “I can’t.”
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Occasionally a Lack of Necessary Things Makes Me Want to Eat Souls
No sleep, no food, no
patience, no time, no deal.
I am an asshole.
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“Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand” and Dr. Frankenstein Creates a Monster
Lean against the wall,
push your arm into it and
watch it rise, RIse, RISE!or
I maybe believe
God or Santa or fairies,
(Not sappy)
but I do, do in you.
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It Depends on How Soupy it Is, I guess
A fork or a spoon;
I can’t ever decide how
to eat mac and cheese.
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I Don’t Like Shopping at Places Where It’s Acceptable to Buy a Bicycle and an Orange.
Everything too big.
People too mean. Staff too sad.
Wal-Mart sucks. Suuuuu uuuucks.
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I Like The Snow Everywhere But Inside My Coat
Trees are beautiful
covered in snow and ice.
I’m, however, not.
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“Vercity” and Other Made-Up Words Used to Express Distaste.
High, Rent. You’re too hi
to have a “home inspection”.
You’ve no vercity.
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Just Because Your Gluttony Spans Over 9 Hours Doesn’t Make it OK
I made a pizza.
Ate some for lunch, dinner, snack.
I ate a pizza.
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