#talentless
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..
We don't write epic poetry in dactylic hexameter anymore. We don't compose courtly love sonnets to unattainable noblewomen. Some forms had their time, served their purpose in a specific cultural moment, and then ended. That's not a tragedy that's just how art evolves.
But haiku won't die because it's lazy and easy and fools every IDIOT into thinking they are an actual poet.. Read Plath, or Bukowski or Nabokov or anyone that actually has something to say. You may find that it's actually more satisfying than reading "frog farts in the wind."
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 ?
It's not deep and it's really not relevant. It's a cheap, lazy path of least resistance for people who want to pretend to be artistic or deep don't wanna do the actual work.
If it doesn't deserve at least a paragraph, it shouldn't deserve your time or attention.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
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 ?
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
everytime I'm with other people,
I get reminded of how talentless I am-
they're all ******* shining stars,
while I'm one of those that are glow-less,
tucked away in a lil corner.
maybe I'm born in the wrong era,
maybe I'll be talented in another day.
maybe, just maybe, I'm famous in a parallel universe.
but they're all 'maybes'
isn't it time to give up?
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 7:35 AM UTC
Despite the fact that I thought you were hot.
What you did really did not hit the spot.
Because of you and their foolishness.
Now I will have nothing left.
I will be homeless.
Forever lost, and left talentless.
I hope these people never find peace of mind.
Because I was the one who was left behind.
I know you did it to be kind or hurtful.
What they did for you and your people was helpful.
Until someone else stepped in and held my life by a thread.
Maybe someday soon I will fall dead.
Because all the lies they feed us all.
I hope you have fun at the mall.
Have fun person who’s name rhymes with dating.
In that corner I was trying.
All you fools who ruined my chances time and again.
Like with moving arms I even right with a pen.
Again and again I play a song.
For me you better hope nothing is wrong.
I know you were married.
But I did not make the advance you carried.
Have fun all with your picnic.
Because you can like an apex you can have it big.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
.
In mid airs, dimly,
The ****** birds cluck,
Only flutter useless wings
For they are grounded,
Nor are they beautiful,
O how they feign singing,
Gutteral cluckings only fit
For predators to stalk,
Lame ugly birds prefer
The company of other
Lame, ugly, groundy birds,
With no things, ever, to sing,
Only to preen and beak
For scraps under trees,
Where winged songbirds
Lit by the flighty sun
Do truly sing.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Yes, you out there wherever you may be
You try to steal our souls in poems
We know you, to the tee
What twisted motives to be us, by proxy, what cowardess you be
What an empty vessel posses you, such sadness, such despair
You pick our hard imagined fruit and not from your own tree
You clone our minds, like leaches on our skin
You wish us harm, you thieving ***
You wormy monster, a slug, next to kin
I curse you
I loath you
I hate you
You stealers of our youth
Betrayers of our written souls
What lacks is pride, and owners of the truth
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
I have the gift of art,but I can't put it to good use.
Creativity blurs my mind but when I touch a piece of paper with a pencil,a pen,a brush it still remains empty.
I'm too scared to even attempt to let the art flow,because I know my paintings,sketches,scribbled messed up drawings would only land me in handcuffs
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC