Construct your freaking sentences people! There’s more to poetry than dumping your guts. You must dump your guts. That is necessary, but it’s not sufficient. To turn it into poetry, you must give it form, whether that means saying it in the iambic pentameter of the ancient Greeks, the minimalist percussive slang of the modern city dweller, or your own original calculated architectural patterns. It doesn’t matter what style you choose, but you must have style. Your work must have form. The form is the frame. The frame highlights the content. The content is your guts. The frame adds a level of artisanship to the task of expressing your guts and makes people pay attention. Take any piece of dirty junk from the dump and hand it to someone, and they will likely think you are trying to poison them. Glue it on the wall, put a frame around it, and call the space a gallery, and people might ponder it for a while and even call you an artistic genius. Such is the power of the frame. Learn how to frame your thoughts in form. Otherwise, it’s just verbal diarrhea. It would also help if you learned spelling, grammar, and punctuation. After all, writing is still writing. It’s not random key presses.
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