I know ssome awesome people / Heells win, skip line at goodfells / Fuck haikus, I'm drunk.

MST3K. / Is always a hit or miss. / Usually a miss.

I'm back in Cha-town. / Time to resume crocheting / On a different couch.

I love my puppies. / They're not judgey or douchey. / Unlike some people.

I want to drive all / the way around the world. But / can't do it alone.

Charlotte doesn't suck / if you know the right people / and the right places.

Zicam and orange juice. / Overdosing on Vit C / has become a theme.

Damn Greek finale / Fuck you for making me cry. / I hate when shows end.

Offend the pool gods / Suffer the consequences. / I can't win this game.

On hold forever. / At least they have good music. / Now please fix my phone.

Feeling everything / and yet nothing all at once / Is where you'll find me.

Holi-er than thou. / Purple-er than thou as well. / Hope this will wash out.

Its that time again / Go, Tears of Aratake / We got these zombies.

Days run together / This is yesterday's haiku. / Busy awesoming.

Test in 9 hours. / Studied some, but not enough. / Up all night again.

HvZ is done. / Humans kicked some zombie ass. / Back to "normal" life.

So fucking tired. / I think I'm going to bed. / I'm total weaksauce.

Unintentional / cigarettes taste like vodka / tuesday night drinking.

Slept all night and day. / Somehow I'm still exhausted. / Caffeine or more sleep?

So I fell asleep. / Had a dream in haiku form / Woke up to write one.

A drunken haiku / Lawl, I can't feel anything. / It's the best haiku

Hey, Sexy, Can I? / You're awesome for forgetting / All this fucking shit.

Show me the way home. / Tired and wanna go bed. / I guess it's showtime.

So, its three am / The hardest paper is a / Japanese paper.

Fix my sleep schedule. / 5 am to 4 pm. / This is just insane.

Best allergy cure / Is alcohol and Repo! / Bring it on, Thursday.

The world feels off. I / don't know what it is, but I / don't like it at all.

Its raining. I'm bored. / I think its the perfect night / to play in the rain.

Sick of being sick. / Its allergies or a cold. / But it fucking sucks.

Haikus can be hard. / I'm counting the syllables, / but nothing fits right.

Sexy, Can I? drunk / Is greater than all others. / This rum and coke lacks.

I can has bed time? / I need to be well rested / so I can shoot things.

Paintball was awesome / That is all there is to it. / Fuckin painful though.

Ramen mac and cheese? / Oh hell yeah. You may call me / Awesome Chef Laura.

I'm getting cranky. / It's too early in the night / To be this pissed off.

Dear Hangover Jug, / please protect me from Burnettes / I consumed this night.

I hate many things. / Walking on eggshells is one. / I'm sick of this game.

Hey bacon bacon! / Everclear, vodka, no class / es ever again.

So much confusion. / Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. / Do not know what do.

Lolol / Going to fail Japanese / And it's not my fault.

Bruises are fading. / Shooting and getting shot at. / Yep, it's paintball time.

I've never failed class. / Tomorrow will be all new. / But then I'll be done.

Hello, strange nose bleed. / You know it is four am, / And I don't do coke?

Apartment not clean. / Graduate in 9 hours. / Homeless in 18.

Ah fuck, that means I / need a motherfucking hai / ku.

Fuck this broken leg. / Fucking hate being useless. / Pain. I am in it.

Hi. This is me face- / palming through the internet. / A-a-a-a'pppbbbtttttt.

A lot has changed and / I have forgotten a lot. / But I still love you.

Portal took over. / Thinking in blue and orange. / Walls are not the same.

I suck at scrabble. / I suck at video games. / Need a new hobby.

All the squares are done. / Piecing together blanket. / Mario crochet.

Not the best person / I will fully admit that / But I'm not the worst.

Almost one am / I'm still slightly hungover. / Fuckin Diesel, man.

Mind is exploding. / Kindness is hard to compute. / Is it undeserved?

Smoking cloves reminds / me of you- but finally / i don't give a fuck.

Three in the morning. / My distractions have run out. / Searching for others.

Dinner at the Pot. / Oh goddamnit. I'm so full. / Fondue for the win.

So much green these days. / But is it me or others? / Everyone is strange.

Maybe I need rehab / But I probably need sleep. / Hitting my shins. Walls.

Now is a good time / to break in tiny hookah. / It has stars on it.

Dishes, laundry- done. / And walks to Franklin- resumed. / I feel productive.

A day of sewing / has taught me that I might be / allergic to yarn.

Everything has gone / to shit. Fuck yes, that is my / haiku for the day.

Bed is like a cloud. / I would like to thank it for / all its help today.

The secret of NIMH / Visited childhood fears. / Fucking terrified.

There are many things / I would like to say to you / But I don't know how

Sitting on the dock / Feet in the lake and smoking. / Watching shiny bugs.

The word of the day's / I don't know what to say. There's / a hole in my heart.

One day I will learn / that mixing liquors is bad. / Maybe not today.

I love chapel hill. / Think it feels more like home than / Charlotte ever did.

Honey, I'm sorry- / I've got my sea legs again. / Have to keep moving.

I don't know spanish / i don't know italian / k! Lets do this thing!

Hey, Barcelona. / you're pretty cool. Lots of pink. / hooray vacation!

A leaning tower. / Michaelangelo's David. / Pisa and Florence.

So much good food here. / It will kill me to go home / and back to Ramen.

My ass better look / awesome after walking and / climbing all these stairs.

Where and when am I? / New time. New place. New person? / Jet lag is a bitch.

Spent last ten hours / with the new tiny kitten / napping on my chest.

My head is pounding / I can't stop the pounding, it / is gonna explode.

My goal is to make / Potato think she's a dog. / Learning come and speak.

Staring at ceilings / Making friends with wall shadows. / Not crazy. Unwell.

Stayed inside all day / It is easy to forget / a whole world is there.

Being hurt / gives you no right to / hurt others.

We're just kids / pretending to be / all grown up.

Fun. Think about fun. / Lookin forward to the weekend. / You know what it is.

Bad news in cha-town / he was my second father. / reaction to come.

Little ones nestled / snug in bed while burlap vis / ions danced in their heads.

Beer, bruises, and paint. / It was a successful day. / A grand day, even.

Lazy summer days. / Not different from most others. / Except much warmer.

Beer and vodka mix. / I say it's rather deadly. / Eight to twenty three.

Bye, Harry Potter. / It's been great, these thirteen years, / growing up with you.

Hell hath no fury / like a penny pincher from / whom you stole three grand.

Hell hath no fury / like a penny pincher from / who you stole three grand.

Hell hath no fury / like a penny pincher from / who[m] you stole three grand.

Well it breaks my heart / to see you this way- beauty / in life, where's it gone?

Sometimes I narrate / my life like JD in Scrubs. / And I'm not ashamed.

Speeding through the night / harry potter seven on, / windows down, smoking.

Scrubs and crocheting. / I'd say the blanket is done, / but could be lying.

The Ugly, Please Don't / Is far inferior to / The Sexy, Can I?

Tiny Potato / Waits until you're not looking / Then goes for the kill.

After ten eps. of / Arrested Development / My room is all clean.

Faces of people / I'll never see again. I / can't find my way home.

Is there anyone / there? Cause it's getting harder / and harder to breathe.

Sun set in SC / till run rises in LA / driving through the night.

Floods of memories. / I'm not sure I can stay here. / Texas is haunted.

Insomnia or / Addiction? Either way I / Can't sleep. Crocheting.

Horrible Bosses, / Ninja Warrior, talking / with family. Good times.

Harrison Ford on / Conan is probably the / Greatest thing ever.

Working hard to be / the best professional bum. / Think it's going well.

Cutting back smoking / Want to quit by September? / This may change a bit.

Life's an hourglass / Glued to the table. There is / No rewind button.

Things I need to say / But I'm afraid of what's next / Naturally, silence.

It's hard to sleep when / You know you're forgetting things / And have to wake soon.

For one week only / the laurapillar returns / a new york cocoon

It doesn't matter / Where I am just as long as / there's new things to see

There are some days where / I just don't have it in me / To write a haiku

Don't say anything / So we can all pretend that / None of this happened.

Woahh, we're halfway there / Wo-oah, crocheting squares / I might have lost it.

Tonight I'm writing / A superficial haiku / Because the truth hurts.

Cigarettes, crochet, / And Rubik's cube- my hands must / always be busy.

The Simpsons, Tangled / Ice Age Dawn of the Bacon. / A productive day.

Praying to what eve / r god. Please don't let me die. / an old girl's haiku.

We're the best sitcom / my ex and his best friend / how does this happen?

Think of all you've seen, / And all that you've done. Wonder- / Has it been worth it?

I MISS MY PINK HAIR, / GODDAMNIT! I don't want to / be a lame brunette.

Going to bed late. / Though, for once, sun's not up yet. / Big accomplishment.

Need to stop seeing / My life in my TV shows. / Somewhat unhealthy.

Day without smoking. / Not fully quitting just yet / But it's good practice.

It's not black and white. / The line between right and wrong. / No easy answers.

Mmm, Reese's Pieces. / I usually hate these. / But, goddamn, not now.

Ahhhhhhhhh I'm so confused. / Just what the fuck do I want? / What do I do now?

Please. Get me the fuck / out of charlotte. There is way / too much Shit down here.

Dearest Foodgawker, / With all your tasty treats you'll / Be the death of me.

I was dreaming when / I wrote this, so forgive me / If it goes astray.

All new beginnings / Come from other beginnings' / end. It's closing time.

How did we got here? / how the hell? Just run away / and don't say goodbye.

Ran so much today. / HvZ inspired me / to exercise more.

Lay me down to sleep / pray the lord my soul to keep / now, enter sandman.

I still remember / How music made me smile / Then the music died.

This is me at my / Most masochistic. Here to / Pick up the pieces.

Hey. Do you hear that? / That's me not giving a fuck. / Have a nice day, now.

I'm in the corner. / I thought I heard you laughing. / Lost my religion.

I'm brony-ing out. / Need a MLP polo / With the collar popped.

Started in a tooth. / But now whole left side of head. / Excruciating.

Six hundred miles down / I'm rockin this goddamn road / six hundred to go

I'm back on campus / Am I one of those people / That never leaves school?

I love HvZ, / No matter the sit'ation. / Tears eternal rise.

Unpredictable / In the end, I hope you had / The time of your life.

Charlotte just feels weird. / But so does everywhere else. / Hobo's life for me.

A broken record. / Dreams and stars and rain and God. / This is all I have.

Waiting for a train / It will take you far away / Doesn't matter where

Let's get to the point / Let's roll another joint, you / don't know how it feels.

This ain't nothin but / A heartbreak town. Square people / In a world that's round

Too fucked up to write / a motherfucking haiku / deal with it mofos

Yar har, fiddle, dee / If you love to sail the sea / you are a pirate

I am a rough bitch / A beast just wrote this for me / Someday I'll be ssssssss

My final Infused. / A 4.5 year habit. / It burns out tonight.

My final Infused. / A 3.5 year habit. / It burns out tonight.

'Zactly what is time? / Today is too fast or slow. / I can't really tell.

Don't let the noise of / others' opinions drown out / your own inner voice.

What day is it? And / In what month? I can't keep up / And I can't back down.

Dream, send me a sign / Turn back the clocks- give me time / I need to break out

Yeah, you caught my eye / You could see from my face that / I was flying high.

I done told you once / You son of a bitch, I'm the / Best there's ever been.

This is my family / It is little, and broken, / But it is still good.

Today I want to / travel somewhere far away. / Homesick for London.

I know you know that / I am not telling the truth. / Embrace deception.

I don't always run / But when I do, it rains and / I wear pirate pants.

Outside Qdoba / Helping out with fundraising / Accosting strangers

Thinks about her life / Pulls her hair back as she screams / "Don't wanna live this"

Fuckin he's not here / what am i? Nineteen again? / oh, lawl, chapel hill.

This is real haiku / Not a chapel hill bar tweet / Not much better, eh?

I have accepted / that my point in life is to / be a punching bag

This is a haiku / about how i'm too tired / to write a haiku

There's a bear, I hope- / Oh no. He's gonna chase me. / On a buffaloooo.

I'm straight trippin balls / My face still hurts like a bitch / Need more Vicodin.

Been more than three years / But her memory is still / More than I can bear.

Perfectly clear night / Wearing hoodies, watching stars / Love this time of year.

Crocheting again / This is awesome and rainbows / Halloween costume

I must sleep. For this / could be the last night of my / life as I know it.

Our journey is rough. / Some might say it is a bitch. / Tomorrow it starts.

Day one comes to close / after many close calls we / still remain human

Day three is finished / Cannot express how tired / I am at this time

Just rolled to Greenlaw / With no less than 20 guns / Today we're Dedren.

Seven thirty am / sleep after two days of not. / passing out happens

When the tides are high / The boat may rock- you can cry- / Just never give up.

It goes like this, the / The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall / then the major lift.

It goes like this, the / Fourth, the fifth, the minor fall / then the major lift.

I don't deal with grief / in the most healthy of ways / out of control? Eh.

You met me at a / very strange time in my life. / [For that, I'm sorry.]

Pineapple pizza- / You represent all that is / Wrong in this world. Ew.

Home- where the heart is. / what a shame. Everyone's heart / doesn't beat the same.

Hello, my Nyquil. / It is time we met again. / Be gentle with me.

Paper flower field / Candy clouds of lullaby / Watch the purple sky.

A new addiction. / Eight hours of Pokemon. / Watching the world burn.

Never regret it / If it made you happy for / Even a moment.

I want you to know / It's a little fucked up that / I'm stuck here waiting.

Tightly wrapped in my / Cocoon of wine and vodka / I am safe and warm.

Stand a bit closer / Breathe in- get a bit higher / Won't know what hit you.

Took what I hated / And made it a part of me. / Never goes away.

Sick of being sick. / There's things I want to do but / It's them or eating.

My heart is racing / Breathing is out of control. / A panic attack.

All the other kids / with the pumped up kicks, better / run- outrun my gun.

You'll never see this / but i want you to know, you / mean the world to me

So sick of crying / some days its not worth trying / girl called whatshername

Rope, guns, and zombies / Plus beer, brawling, and bruises / A fine, fate full night

The kind of night where / Nothing really happens but / Everything goes down

And though the things I / Love will be washed away in / the rain, I remain.

5.5 hours / I have just spent in the car. / It's time for the bar.

At times I'm amazed / At how strange my life can be. / It's kinda awesome.

Most days it feels like / I don't deserve y'all, wonder / why you're still around.

Walk Away, Renee / And we'll drink ourselves awake. / Meet at the statue.

The house is quiet / No lights or sounds, save for the / Glow of the TV

And then, suddenly, / I want to kill everything / in the world. Again.

The comedy is / That it's serious, It's a / Strange new play on words.

My heart is breaking / My makeup may be flaking / The show must go on.

It can be bleak, but / We can accept no defeat / Surrender, retreat.

I swear I'm not the / Devil, though you think I am. / I'm not the devil.

On cold, clear nights, I / Remember our better times. / Cigarettes and stars.

This haiku is brought / to you by the letter a / a for alcohol.

Oh lawl, hey haiku. / why did you not write yourself? / I should be asleep

It's about that time. / I gonna run away soon. / Don't know how. Or where.

This haiku is not / An emo song tweet. Even / though it could have been.

The world's out of reach / She ran away in her sleep / Dreamed of paradise

Forgive me someone / For I have sinned. I know not / Where I should begin.

Couldn't leave the house / The TV and wine's just fine / Goodbye. Sugarhigh.