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Admittedly-cerebral collection of english haiku, senryū, tanka, and other poems, written by an unfamiliar stranger. Actually PTSD, DID, Bipolar, Autistic. NotHaikyuuJustHaiku. AMA? fae/faer

[haikish]

Components of a(n English) Haiku:

5 syllables on the first line

7 syllables on the second line

5 syllables on the third line

To fit in with formal trends, haikus require an observation of the natural world. Sometimes, in other languages, it even needs to include one of a finite number of words based on such observations.

The haiku is a moment of mental clarity, an epiphany, or some kind of deep realization. It is (hopefully) like spiritual "lightning."

Traditionally, they play with witicisms, juxtaposition, metaphors, etc., which creates that feeling of epiphany or literary contrast.

If you have different rules for yourself, that's up to you. Some people don't have any rules other than writing 3 short lines. It makes beautiful poems nonetheless. This is just my path.

For better details in haikus please read this:

https://www.writebetterpoems.com/articles/how-to-write-haiku

[haikish]

I believe that the above (or at least an adherence to the 5-7-5 rule) make a good, tradition-respecting haiku. The haikus I make (if they even qualify by my own standards) try to adhere to these rules for many reasons.

I (technically we) experience memory loss due to a dissociative disorder, so putting large ideas into small packets makes reading my own diary easier, which is basically what you're reading, sans context. My system (D.I.D.) shares life-altering realizations or events through haiku so we can heal and grow together... or just vent. Art is utilitarian.

The format condenses our feelings, the time of year, daily sights, situations, location, and even current mental abilities all at once. Bad poems often mean I'm malnourished or exhausted, for example. It even works as a decent mood diary! I try to write one per day at minimum, but, like I said: memory loss.

Because of all this, even a bad haiku is still an important documenting tool for me(us? Idk). If "I" don't tag a haiku with "not a haiku" and you see it's not up to standards (I have heard some of my "haikus" are more like zappai, senryu, or haibun), please say something! You'll be helping me understand my own personal history!

I hope you enjoy what I write, and I encourage your input. Hopefully, this inspires you to make your own haiku diary :)

[haikish]

Depression aside,

if dolphins never leave bed

why do i have to?

[haikish]

A water bird

On one leg then the other

Standing makes me ache

[haikish]

Predators and squash

Glowing eyes light my path home

New moon Halloween

[haikish]

She said it holding my hand

I love you the most

More than all my lost lovers

Moreso than your dad

Yet they chose each other first

She said it cupping my cheek

More than my own two parents

Before you, there was no one

I love you the most

As if I was something new

She said it gazing at me

She said with slow breath

I will always love you most

Her cheeks reddening

I asked just what that meant

Her eyes shot downward

She coughed, "platonically."

She let go of my hand then

She never picked it back up

[ash-the-fluffy-cat]

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say black lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say disabled lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say First Nations lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say neurodivergent lives matter

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say women’s health matters

You don’t get to say queer lives matter if you don’t say ANY other marginalized communities’ lives matter

Intersectional identities are here and won’t go away

[the-haiku-bot]

You don’t get to say

queer lives matter if you don’t

say black lives matter

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[haikish]

"Adulty music"

With slick black leather shells

Guitar riffs like a murder

Squawking and ubiquitous

Nuance was language

Child of chiptune

Grew where i was planted

My chaff was plastic

Nintendo and rose glasses

You have to feel it

Dad was a son of true rock

Dad was prodigal

All i do is make mistakes

Lamentations of a techno artist

Programming my passion in

You have to feel it

Hands on both heart and speaker

Let it move you first

Just have fun with it

We always agreed on drums

So i bought an 808

Dont tell my father

[haikish]

Ok but i really liked this one

[haikish]

The brightest candle

We were shining and complete

Wax puddles, no wick

[remanence-of-love]

[haikish]

To an apologetic mother:

To avoid blame is useless

We all fight to consume life

Deadly desperate

Shy like tigers and poachers/

Guilt births peace with shame

[haikish]

What if how we love

Based on pistils and stamens

Ended in disaster

Would you even call it one

What is height without falling

Warmth without dying

[haikish]

"Adulty music"

With slick black leather shells

Guitar riffs like a murder

Squawking and ubiquitous

Nuance was language

Child of chiptune

Grew where i was planted

My chaff was plastic

Nintendo and rose glasses

You have to feel it

Dad was a son of true rock

Dad was prodigal

All i do is make mistakes

Lamentations of a techno artist

Programming my passion in

You have to feel it

Hands on both heart and speaker

Let it move you first

Just have fun with it

We always agreed on drums

So i bought an 808

Dont tell my father

[sleep-tight-pupper]

reblog if your blog is actually unbelievably boring

[myl0l0v3scl0uds]

wish healthy romantic relationships were real

[scorch-and-torch-deactivated202]

The idea that trans women are just like, cosplaying women or something for some ulterior motive is so utterly absurd to me, especially when I consider what I and so many other trans women value most in our transitions, which really is the mundane. I don’t just “pretend” to be a woman in public, I am a woman always, and it’s at home when I am just doing the same things I have always done that I feel most fulfilled in my transition, like cooking dinner or lounging in my pyjamas or doing homework. I did not transition for some supposed social advantage but because my coffee tastes sweeter through the lips of the woman I am than the man I tried to be.

[thattheater-kid]

Here’s my metaphor for systemhood that I tell my singlet friends.

Imagine you’re playing a first person video game. You have the controller, you control your character. It’s a normal first person game. You are an alter, the character is the body. This is fronting.

Other people live with you. Sometimes, they come into the room and sit and watch while you play. They sometimes try to guide you, give you advice on what to do next. They don’t always agree, and they can argue with each other. Other times they scream at you that you’re doing everything wrong and you suck at this game. This is co-consciousness.

Imagine how distracting it would be for people around you to tell you what to do, or to scream at each other or at you, even if they have good intentions. It wouldn’t be easy to focus on your game, would it?

Then sometimes, something happens in the game that prompts you to hand off the controller to someone else so they can play and you get a break. This is (some types of) switching. This can be good.

Other times, someone rips the controller out of your hand or fights you for it. This is (other types of) switching. And sometimes, six other players hook up their controllers, but there’s only one character to play as. So all of you have your controllers, but you’re all trying to play the same character. This is cofronting.

Imagine how difficult that would be. Imagine how hard it would be to try and play a game while someone is trying to take the controller from you, or while six other people are trying to play too.

There are also times that nobody is playing, or you can’t decide who should play. What’s happening to the character in the game? What are they doing if no one is playing? This is dissociation. The character is doing nothing. They’re stuck.

This is the best metaphor I have come up with for being a system. It’s something a lot of people get because they’ve played games before.

[haikish]

A Child Like a Changeling

Lite-brite face freckles

Naturally pointy ears

Introduced as Fae

I dance when I walk

My shoes let me feel the ground

Leaves decorate them

I just don't fit in

Language feels like a hat trick

The forest is home

You never see it yourself

For years, they simply nodded

They saw me for me

Out of the closet

We can't all choose who to be

I was made this way

It felt like a joke

Fairy by name, not birthright

Changelings feel human

I grew up with them

Staring straight up, dancing in snow

Fairies on the tongue

Maybe we look up to the

people like us before we

see that's who we always were

Outsider syndrome

I wanted to be like them

But they weren't like me