Maybe so, but real
Haiku is quite hard to do
Unless you divide
(For me anyway)
Originally posted by Cless Alvein
And also, generally each of line of the Haiku is either an independant or dependant clause, VE. Dividing up two sentences into syllabic lines isn’t really poetry
Yeah, I thought so, Cless.
I wasn’t completely sure.
Now I look like ass. -_-
Nonsense it is
To say those things about yourself.
Val, don’t do it, please.
WTF, Manus?
You think I feel bad 'bout that?
You’re too worrisome.
I worry too much
About those I care for,
No way around it.
Strange impulse it is,
I lose all the will to fight,
I cannot hurt them.
Then stop trying now.
Sit down and relax Manus!
And be worry-free.
Leave me alone, Man.
I’m sick of your existence.
I am not your friend.
I can’t write haiku
without it falling apart
one line into it
Oh featherless chicken
How does one get down of you?
Think of it.
Originally posted by Valkyrie Esker
I’m sick of your existence.
I am not your friend.
There is no turning back.
I cannot control my heart.
I care much for you.
I cannot explain
When or how this came to pass.
This is strange indeed.
But I can’t avoid
Constantly feeling like this.
What happened to me?
All the pain is gone,
Now, only serene sweetness remains.
I can’t feel hatred.
Oh, all these haikus.
Are rotting my poor little head.
And so i die. Ouch.
I can write haiku,
But I much prefer sonnets
Roundels and ballads.
The tanka is nice,
And very simple to write.
It is a haiku,
With two more lines added on,
Of seven syllables each.
i look at this thread
and i finally realize
i can’t write haikus
Bush aquires power
Murderer of innocents
World is destroyéd
Yet nice French people
try to stop him from warring
Yet fail completely
And I just saw that
My last post is very wrong
Damn late-night posting
Up since 3:00 A.M.
Haven’t gotten any sleep.
So very tired. -_-
Hate stupid homework,
School was really horrible.
Freedom is now mine!
I have one more day,
minus some Regents Exams.
Then I’ll be home free.
Exams really stink,
Can’t wait to get rid of them.
Then I’ll have some peace.
One more year of school
Then I shall be free at last
Curse the college way