Haiku

As the breeze passes
So let others' words flow through
If they are cockhats.
 
two too fine a points
drawing lines on the dance floor
never to be crossed

ETA: Finds thread in question, rubs forehead worriedly, backs out quietly...
 
Fast-flying fingers,
Images coaxed from nothing.
Not easy for me.
 
Creators create.
Their stories are not their lives.
They're the characters'.
 
Simple characters?
Perhaps. But the best ones? No.
They become people.
 
Dogma hurts my soul.
Creative urges stifled.
…ironic. Haiku.
 
That’s bad enough. But.
Now somebody else gets paid
For your sincere words.
 
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