my faith as do my teeth disintegrate

he lied to her

Sometimes when I witness anything beautiful coming from my person, or when I witness my person making an attempt at beauty, I feel so sickened.

When I drop things, I want to hurt myself.

I don't like cilantro. In fact, I think I hate it.

For the record, dear Anyone Who Reads This, there is no law stating that English language or even Japanese language haiku must contain five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. The whole point of writing haiku is to capture a single moment in poetry using as few words as possible, so that all you have is the image. Some haiku masters have even managed to write one or two word haiku. Imagine that! Gee, that makes one think, doesn't it, that like in all other art forms, the "rules" of haiku might just be suggestions or guidelines, not cosmic laws!

So before you comment on my art saying that I did it wrong, do some fucking research and approach the art in question objectively, like an artist and adult, or do not comment at all.

Some resources for your perusal:
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Note especially this quote from the website:
"Haiku is a _minimalist_ form of poetry. The writer has _17 or fewer syllables_ through which to convey an experience."

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"The essential element of form in English-language haiku is that each haiku is a short one-breath poem that usually contains a juxtaposition of images."

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"The Haiku Anthology" edited by Cor van den Huvel

It rained for two days and beat up the irises. I discovered at least five kinds of flower in the gardens that I had never noticed before, while the lilies are painfully absent. A centipede-ish thing invaded my sketchbook last night. I'm having a hard time waking up these days. I'm addicted to deviantART.