i am very bored.
i cannot drive the car yet
its not here either
why am i so bored?
ill ask the dictionary!
no useful answers
why am i writing?
it could be im just emo
or very lonely
i hate this boredom
i wish it wasnt this way
i want some fun
it should be easy
to become not quite so bored
that would be great
this isnt that fun
writing a stupid haiku
about my boring life
why do i live here
in this development
i wish we would move
but i have no stuff
because my dad's a cheap one
and no ones awake
like anyone cares.
its not that hard to hate me
its hard to like me
but why should i care?
ive survived fifteen boring years
survived happily
and i know boredom
only boring people get bored
i guess thats me
so why DO i care?
no one likes being ignored
even less than hurting
so why'm i different? (that counts as five syllables in MY book)
whos to say i am that weird?
they dont know me much
only i know me
the darkest corners of me
that id like to change
but, im just too shy
dont feel like trying not to
alas, im that lazy
so ill be lonely
but ill put up a good fight
to try to fix that
and no one cares yet
but that is gonna change fast
if i care enough
now im writing dog(gerrel)
i was the whole friggin' time
ill stop (being) boring now
now i feel emo
i guess thats gonna happen
because im writing haiku
(By My Friend Ben Larson)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's sad/dark, but also really good. (just try not to get really emo because it'll be hard to get out of.) anyways, nice job (and interesting structure choice, i like haikus, i find them extremely amusing simply because they are so strange in their set up)