Haiku have patterns.
Five and seven syllables.
Here are my attempts.

The roar of a bus
deafening the music of
this Monday morning.

Foci of this eve:
interpunct and octothorpe,
acronyms thereof.

Your escape beckons
yet make no sudden movements;
keep it to yourself.

Intrinsigism:
that which is so intrinsic
its name cannot be.

A discovery:
I am a morning person
trapped in geek’s clothing