Haven’t been writing a ton, but I have accumulated some haiku over the last couple years. I figured I would put them all in one place, so here they are.
Articulation is a precise art, and so I fear my great thoughts.
I conform, and they see it as maturity. But I know better.
Knowing that the end Is not the end of all things Allows one to live.
Birds fly focused— on Important matters, but what If I’m not that smart?
Metamorphosis does not end with shedding a butterfly’s cocoon.
All that I can do sometimes is shake my head in exasperation.
Tyrannical doubt holds the truth hostage in the guise of longing hope.
Being wrong is hard And more conscious as time is Inexorable.
A Better Person
What choice do I have? But fucking, pissing, puking Through life, except you.
Bricks stacked end on end Make romance in a facade Rustic, imperfect.
When one has answers To every situation There are really none.
However many Days I have are not enough To say I love you.