Haiku

Rest

Time to get a bed
One third of our lives spent there
The futon won’t do

High-ku

Wait, how does it go?
How many syllables here?
Where’s the snack cakes, man?

Nectar of Life

We all need water
Without, we wither and die
Still cold down your pants

Cosmos

Space is much like life
Both beautiful and deadly
You must come equipped

Mortality

When death comes for you
Rapping his scythe on your door
Hide under the couch

Vice

A new addiction
“World of Warcraft” has got us
Join our addiction!

Splintering

So many fun games
Friends have gone separate ways
Need one uber-game!

Lost Angels

So melancholy
How we miss our L.A. friends
Need teleporters

Ambiguity

The “Daily Haiku”?
Not so daily as of late
Perhaps on Venus

Sight

Take a look around
Look at the world with new eyes
Appreciation