Me, Bad poetry

Can't I write like how I paint 

I'll Stick to Haikus.

Too hard to weave words,

But adequate enough, if

I stick to Haikus.

Try my best but still.

Without rules I feel I fail,

Yes, I need haikus.

The Haiku taught me

Small steps make large distances

I'll weild the haiku

Words intimidate

But haikus are my foothold

Thank god for Haikus