I could never write proper poetry
my words flow from my fingers
in calculated movement
stiff and jointed
like a rusted wheel
trying to turn smoothly
and I tell myself that I'll get there soon
that my words will fit together
less than forcibly

I don't speak in metaphors
or in paradoxes
I find Irony to be less of poetry
and more of tragedy
and people see this romantically
but i see it passively
because these stories do not open
they are stuck in a moment
preserving a feeling already passed
that is poetry
it's complete and utter crap

what use are words if not in prose
if it doesn't let a story be told
a moment cannot speak a lifetime
yet we use up a thousand words
to convey a single emotion lasting less than a second

I hate poetry
for the tears i have shed in useless agony
for the time i have spent deciphering the codes
that lead to humanity
however locked they may be
deep in the heart of some philosophers poetry

dumb
useless
poetry