Few Haïkus On Tic 5: The Untimely Return


Here's some of the haïkus I never got around to compiling and uploading to my blog. Honestly, once I started writing longform poetry I kinda forgot all about the haïkus, but here we go pals.

Swiping Through Tinder In The Counsellor's Waiting Room

This is about going on the hellapp and not doing anything, no matter how cute or interesting the faces you see might seem

Flurry of green hearts
Some tepid validation
First text stays unsent

Writer's Block Is Really Just Impostor Syndrome Come Home To Roost

Basically just about how the fear of your previous artistic successes being flukes becomes an actual reality when the words won't come out, title saying it all really.

They're screaming at me
Every blank word document
Mediocrity

Banksy Lowkey Had A Point Lads

Again the title sums it up really, just a wee rumination on how we kinda get fixated on empty gestures of validations for various things on our various social media platforms, not even words but images.

Insignificant
Hearts, thumbs, intrusive questions
My dopamine fix

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