This week, adding to our online anthology, some poems on the bitterness of a transient existence. Just remember that first of Four Noble Truths? “Life is suffering.”

Know why I am screwed?
900 pages to read.
Ugh, English Major.

Know why I’m not screwed?
I was done a week ago.
Yay for VES.

Procrastinating,
By writing haiku poems:
A dumb idea.

Fetal position.
I will take my exam in
Fetal position.

Give thanks this year for brevity! Noice wishes you happy travels (or non-travels) this Thanksgiving  with its fourth installment of Harvard Haiku. This time with 36% more tryptophan!

International:
It means I will be alone
All friggin’ weekend.

Airport arrivals,
My mom will probably say,
“Harvard made you fat.”

Four days with the fam,
No clam chowder on Friday.
How will I survive?

Black Friday, it’s on.
If only Neiman Marcus
Would take Crimson Cash.

Reminder to Us Culturally Insensitive College Kids

When for Halloween
You dress like Pocahontas
A kitten will die.

Heaven and Hell

Orgo midterm done,
Sudden freedom means parties:
Let’s go to the Quad.

The Morning After

Halloween’s over
Hangovers and walks of shame–
Hello, Sunday brunch.

Oh the tourists touch
But shan’t ever know just what’s
Happened to that toe

Because brevity can make you feel so tingly inside.

The first in our anthology of Harvard Haiku. It’s the perfect weekend break from the long-winded BS you’ve been making your entire academic life.

Powerful grey locks
And such sharp business attire
Drew Faust is a fox.

One who knows little–
Like that loud guy in section–
Should really shut up.

Waking up, still drunk.
Linkmate is in my PJs…
Blech, did we hook up?