Today is International Haiku Poetry Day. I went biking today. I tried to write a haiku about it.

My thoughts on carnivals.

I remember eating watermelon one day in preschool.

A totally irrelevant poem I just wrote about the beach.

Poem about my younger brother. This was taken from a journal entry I wrote out of frustration. I was sixteen. He was thirteen. My parents were angry at him about something.

A poem about my dreams.

Just a random story about when my mom gave me a ring.

A story about pictures.

A story about why I hate my bed.

Just what everybody feels like sometimes.