Eian-kins here it is

1. I am very paranoid, about everything

2. I am a hypochondriac. Afraid, very much, of having diseases.

3. I am a little bit obsessive-compulsive. Like checking every lock and gas valve ten times just to be sure, all the time.

4. I cycle between thoughts/mindsets of: selflessness to selfishness, spirituality to rationality, bitch to nice guy, lazy ass to workaholic. This happens very quickly. It is as if I have wild mood swings.

5. I have alot of actual, verbal, self-dialogue. I talk to myself basically.

6.Nerds turn me on. Tall, chinese nerds have me slobbering all over the place. 

Memories

Upon the briar patch

A maple leaf lies still 

Wind huffs and blows it asunder 

Carrying with it memories of seasons past 

In one spring long ago

Lovers true vowed upon the Maple

With the leaves as witnesses to their bond

Now that leaf, flying high, forgets not their loving whim 

Dawn - Haiku

Blooms among the soot

Light colours the ashen sky

Hope is never lost 

Folly

Upon the lofty seats

The God-tongues praise and proclaim

Glories that is their Providence

Swaying all to do the same

The innocent follow

Though they do not know they are oppressed

Giving up their own culture

For another that claims to be correct 

Passion - Haiku

Trees upon the hill.

Winds rustle the leaves, then fades. 

Passion is fleeting. 

Fell - An unconventional Haiku

When light has gone fell,

Where does hope reside for us?

Within All, one hopes. 

Chaos

The great sphere turns

As all thought spiral into dark

Humans against humans

For petty things shameful and fell

Forgetten are the great lessons of old

Of the many things earned through revolutions past

The oppressive greats now rise and loom upon all

Casting doom upon the rising sun

Cost

Power sets its heavy cost

Upon all those who seek it

For many are corrupted still

Of the possibilities it holds dear

Gone are the ones that wield power for good's sake

And many are those that use power for fell will

The powerful now tyrants and beasts

People all over suffer greatly under their whim

Comfort - Haiku

Orange bay sunset

Smooth beach rocks glitter lightly

Rest to weary eyes

Premonition - Haiku

Mountain waterfall

Dark fog covers the waters

Shadowed future looms

Regret

Fetid air clouds the seeker's way

Sut, mold, and filth cling heavy upon his shirt

Lost he is in a murky swamp

Searching for treasures old

He is then reminded

That this fate should have never been

If only he did not murder his companion

For a map he could not read on his own

Thirst - Haiku

Flowers by the hill

Dry earth cracks under the sun

Petals sadly wilt

Evening - Haiku

Summer moon up high

Grass beneath sway in the breeze

Peaceful solstice night

Oil Spill - Haiku

Green Palms on the beach

The waves brought dead fish to shore

Death in the waters

Country Garden - Haiku

A ripe bitter gourd

Willows sway along the wind

Autumn months draw near

Happiness

The sun shows brightly

Within the glass mansion house

Mists of times of loss

Dissipate in the comforting warmth

A plant left at the center

Blooms upon the light's touch

The old mansion gardener

Smiles under the gleaming glass

Omen - Haiku

The fresh lily pond

A white flower wilts slowly

Loss is expected

Renewal

A man of soiled clothes

Walk slowly down a beaten path

Winds most unexpected

Brush upon his sullen face

Out of the cool he now felt 

A warmth looms in his tired chest

Sensations of unknown yearning

Suddenly fill him to the brim

Sad the man was

Before his first step down the path

But now a sense of hope

Removed the sorrow that held him tight

No longer sad the man went

To his home below the hill

Not in a fashion of sulk and grim

But with a smile for the days to come

Loss - Haiku

The great tree withers

Greying leaves fall gently down

Its caretakers weep

Revenge

Loss and pain are in life's cycle
As happiness and triumph are
All beings go through it all
For such things are quite unavoidable
 
Not one phase does not lead to another
Even though we have our own will
For chance allows things to happen
Even if the dark will be our end
 
What matters one would guess
Is that life should be for the good
For what worth is a man fighting the dark
Using the dark to make ends meet?
 
Odd this is, you might think
But what else is better to do?
Would you wish to make more pain
By subduing the ones that wronged you?
 
Yes, retribution is a delight
A feeling of Justice it sort of gives
But Justice, It is not
Correct them if you must, but vengeance you should not do
 
For life to be of fuller worth
One must learn to grow from the woes
To be reborn out of the darkness
Becoming a better force to all the earth