February 2025 – Leanna

Haiku 038/365

Is it depression?Is it the low dull ache of Feeling like a mess?

Haiku 037/365

Shaping back your life Takes time when you wanted Death Life is in hard mode.

Haiku 036/365

Pick up the pace; you’re Listening to drum and bass. Liquid gold—fine taste.

Haiku 035/365

We own soul fragments— Bits of pieces found in the Bodies of others.

Haiku 034/365

I’m passive? You think I’m average? Well, I’m not you. Look, I’m just placid.

Haiku 033/365

Deep in sleep dreaming some Dreams. Memories are not what They seem. I can’t wake.

Haiku 032/365

Blue lights line the walls. I wait before I call you— I slip into bed.

Haiku 031/365

I can’t do much, but At least I can write and that’s The way we can fight.

Haiku 030/365

Flowers bloom, and diewithering away to say Brief — Cruel — What is life? —if you’re lucky, you’ll notice love underneath the rose petals. Even when they droop, shrivel, discolor, and fall victim to their own depressions.

Haiku 029/365

I will wear orange To show solidarity For Bibas and pray.