five a.m. i'm up.
dreams with the same theme: failure
have chased me awake
eyes flew, open. wide.
black air of early hours
was all i could see
i feel too driven
like i'm a sperm, life's an egg
compelled to succeed
to find a way in
for a reason beyond me
only the impulse
- Teeny
- Chicago
- welcome to my blog/ hatekus are its foundation/ but it will vary/ Yeah, I love haikus. I love how traditional haikus can humbly but beautifully encapsulate existence. As a slight departure from the nature-based haikus, I now also love using them as a way to succinctly communicate my modern quotidian experiences. And because in the Land of Teeny, 17 syllables aren't always sufficient, there might be more than just haikus posted here. I apologize to those haiku purists who might have had high hopes for this blog.
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