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1. Sunday nights
Papers due Monday
I have five midterms this week
Sunday night panic
2. Internships
Deadlines approaching
This intern ship is sailing
I will be jobless
3. Everything's fine
Did nothing today
Somehow, I'm still so tired
Is this depression
4. Schedules
My schedule is full
My sleep schedule is ruined
I will never rest
5. Burning up
I'm overheating
Stick a skewer through my heart
Three-fifty, grill me
6. Everything is OKAY
Dead Fuck My Life GIF - Find & Share on GIPHYGiphyFreaking out for days
Almost forgot I'm human
I should call my mom
7. Seven dirty words
Tits shit piss fuck cunt
Cocksucker motherfucker
It's time to give up
8. The elements are not on our side
Water, earth, fire, air
Don't have time to wash my hair
I smell like garbage
9. Commuters don't live at home
Residents dorm, but
Commuters live on campus
A couch is a bed
10. The odds are not in our favor
Remember to eat
And remember to survive
It's the Hunger Games
It's summertime, so here are some lemon haikus to "spritz" up your day!
"A Zest for Life"
Breathe the citrus scent
Taste its dance on your tongue
Bring me back again
"Slice of Prism"
Glowing yellow orbs
A burst of fertility
Birthed from its strong roots
"Lost Treasure"
Exotic color
Lured in to taste its glory
Just a bitter trap
I wrote these haikus as part of an exercise I took part in last fall. In this exercise, I was given a plastic knife and a lemon. We were only given one task: to cut up the lemon as we pleased. This may sound a bit morbid, but hear me out. The purpose of this exercise was to use our senses and describe how the characteristics of the lemon made us feel.
As I dissected this lemon, I kept thinking back to the summers where I would quench my thirst with freshly squeezed lemonade. I also thought about the scent of my father's hands when he was seasoning something in the kitchen. He would always make sure that his hands were washed with lemon juice, so that flavor could infuse into the spices that were rubbed into the meats he would prepare for dinner.
This exercise not only made me aware of my senses, but it also allowed me to reminisce about the good memories I had forgotten about. It's amazing how one object can help you remember so much, even after it's been manipulated a couple of times. I was taught a lesson that day. I literally should "go out and smell the roses" because there is so much going on around us, and we do not even realize it ourselves sometimes. I highly suggest that you do the same. I'm sure something interesting will come out of it.
Oh, and also, always remember to "squeeze" the day!
