Haiku  ?
What  you want    ISN’T  POETRY
Nor,  is  what you are  making .  Its a crossword puzzle!
Restricted,
confined
not necessarily useless, but unwanted  by  the  rest of  us.
What  I want is
not  poetry .
ITS A
SOAPBOX ,
not respected
Obeyed !

(Don’t  expect  us  to revel in your artificial cleverness. I can’t  candy  coat my sledgehammer  for the smug little puzzle palace where people confuse compression  with clarity and restraint with relevance or innovation. )

It’s not the form that’s brilliant . Neither  is  a form  that hinders  it. It’s the purported slickness of mediocrity pretending to be insight.
Like rain-slick ****: shiny on top, but still just ****** over processed  garbage.
No real expression  had  syllable  count as its impetus !

Yor lame  brevity without weight is really  just laziness and incompetence .  What should  have  been a  paragraph hacked to death isn’t automatically profound. It’s like handing someone a bag of bread crumbs and saying, “Enjoy your gourmet  sandwich.”
Most real writers can and  do enjoy words and or at least a complete  thought with actual  depth..

Why  do  you  Want  to mimic Basho, any way ?   Are  you a scared  feckless samurai boy  toy  trapped in  a ***** house  that serves  tea ? Are you socially stunted  and   rambling through  a whispering ******* zen garden ?
Are you being  forced to pretend  enjoyment in polite  torture  or can you not  tell  poetry from sudoku?
Emasculated wannabe samurai-boy’s at tea-party about to turn ****,
crybaby
daddy issues
art  act,
much ?

You say I have an attitude
'Cause I don't mingle a lot?
Sweetie, you need a wording check —
That's called being left out.

Even if I preferred the space,
It doesn't make me an egoist.
There's a term called "introverts" —
Do add it to your vocab list.

People like you destroy innocent souls,
All for the need of your own
Self-satisfactory goals.

People like you don't deserve praise —
Instead, y’all need dents on your face.
For luring us into your sweet-scented trap,
Expecting joy — all we got was crap.

I curse at you loud in my head,
But when it comes to words,
It just can't be said.

And now I'm trapped in your sorcery,
With nowhere to go.
It just keeps repeating —
The seed's been sown.

Have you ever seen a smile
that made you turn away with glee
have you ever felt a face so close
eyes contacting
like a particle collision.
This will end in a heavy mess, and yet -
a portrait with such warmth.
radiating in a such a way star beams envy it's smirk.
and supernovae would **** for the smile.
when you look at me I know
I'm here
I'm real
I'm alive
These thoughts bring tiny Heat deaths to my chest
expanding forever
I might never exhale, if only to draw in the moment
and die with it inside me.
but, I won't
superfluous words merely orbit my skull
with a stronger gravity
pulling them further from you
tearing chucks of me elsewhere
until eventually your warm glow, is merely
a scintillation

They say
Paris is the city of love
Apocalypse is the wrath of God
I say play your cards right
And get saved from both.

I almost forgot what i had but you know? they say plants do have memories i once really thought they were all lame until the roses we planted reminded the rich lucile
Love and lush we festered onto them.