Very dark! I like it!

Tasting flavorless.. ,being hopelessly in love. my dying bride numbness in the pathless heart

it was good ...

They made a movie about this right? If Ice T listened to Cher all day long and spent most of his time in dank Parisian bathroom stalls in Lieu of his Royalty checks, he wouldn't be Ice T...he'd be M. This poem is bad because you don't care about it, it shows. Could be your impetus though, mysterious. High five.

Very witty and charming.

Fabbo-wabbo!

Asspounding

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portray happiness words allegory worlds a new dawn our minds oceans inside emptiness and nothingness all memories behind the breeze a brave new world dot.cybernetic wasteland

Pass. If you're to write about a her or a he in which nothing happens you need to come up with something pretty spectacular to keep people interested. Purple prose doesn't cut it.

Seems you've taken aninterest since my departure. Look you son a of a bitch, I don't know who you think you are but I think your scum. Most likely an overdated pain in arts asshole, a hemmeroid.

I'm not sure what is going on here, but I like that it's not obvious. I got the feeling of a mind furious with anxious thought, which seemed to work out well. Nice rhythem, as well.

Hahahaha, heaven-that's funny. But seriously, I like what you've done here although I can't say I get anything from reading this. However that is probably because I am stupid. Yay.

I won't waste another moment on your dribble

Loving the title, so direct and harsh! Last line throws me a little though, not sure why, but if I replace 'just wait' with 'hang on' I get it to flow better. Plus it ties in with being on the phone if you know what I mean?

Fast life, fading fast. The third stanza stands out for me, seems I can almost grasp this and then it flows away. Sometimes that's the best bit about reading anothers poems, how the meaning is just out of reach, yet there is an understanding. Nice write.

Are you a Beatles fan? "Across the Universe." How that relates to the ancient manuscript, Nag Hammadi, or why it is mere noise, I don't get. The Word or Logos is, I suppose, begotten. Perhaps whatever you mean is too involved for haiku.

Hi, it's me again, sending you love in a voicemail.

I think, like others do, that you should use better grammar - mot necessarily perfect grammar, but something closer to conformity. That way, someone besides you might get what you're saying.

I have changed my mind. Subverting the haiku is the only art.