Shattered Dreams (3/18/12)Shattered dreams,Silent screams,Tear stained eyes on a lifeless pillow.Tethered hearts,Brightened sparks,Gentle kisses on a dark summer's night.Infringed notions,Masked emotions,These thoughts are hard to hide.Desperately waiting,Constantly anticipating, The dreams I had in mind.Barley hanging, Mentally cascading,Why's it everyone's turn, but mine?
Merry ChristmasQuiet little children tucked into their beds;A quick Christmas story and a kiss on their heads.All night they will stir; so excited to see,The Christmas presents hidden under the tree.The letter is open, the cookies are gone,The very evidence that Saint Nick had come.The whole family's present, to spread on the cheer,And celebrate all day that Christmas is here.***______________________________***There is glitter everywhere,And tinsel in my hair,A wreath's hanging on my door,And Baubles on the floor,The tree is standing very tall,As the snow begins to fall,Under the mistletoe I wish,To be granted just one k
BabylonAlexander, thy name is one of conquestsbattles and rivers of goldwhat happened to you, son of every Godwhy everything you touch is falling apartand the empire dies just the way your body does?everything is possible, king of Asiaand yet not the things you desire the mostone cannot have it all, it takespain and tears to rule the whole worldand then the emptiness brings a scream up your throatsome decisions are for life, some factorsmore important than others, althoughyour crying will not bring him backfalse friends waiting for your corpseto finally rot with a moana moon on a string, a flawless caressPersian robes, Olympic gam
White OwlThe white owl opens up her eyes,sways her vision to the skies;seeking out a creature's cry,through the woods' nocturnal sigh.In the darkness crickets sing,far beneath the owl's white wing.Dew drops to the leaves still cling,sparkling with a lucent sheen.Senses alert, she prepares for flight,hearing creatures near their plight,she spreads her wings into the nightsilent as moonlight, and as white.
SonnetArt we the Lords or servants of season?That in time all lights wither back to dawnAs dusk exit to dawn with a reasonO! The gloom of such deed may keep a yawnIn debt all that glorious turn hopelessNaive as a child lessen till thy deathBeauty of life thrive but thou art mindlessWherefore hath thee power to end such breath?Day hath come, night hath gone whence do you go?With the edge in thy eyes turn to fine linesIn thy life time is left as thy worst foeThy aging art combined with splendid wine As the last breath dies in thy chest life ends Death careful his hand in a gesture bends
pictures only hold so muchI tried to hold on to you, but my mind let you slip from my memories and now all I have are pictures of a woman I don’t remember and barely recognize.You see, in my hands I hold nothing because nothing is what I am left with without youand I wish I could still recall your lips on mine, your body pressed close, or how it felt to hold your hand in my own,but I can’t and I never will,but the pictures tell a story that I wish I remembered because I know that you meant something to me and I know I meant something to you. I know you were mine and I was happy to be yours.I just wish pictures held more than image
Wild Things A pallas cat trippedand fell into my life, entangled in its strings. A beautiful tigress, adorable thing, As fierce as a hornet, with a 1/4 the bite, 1/4 the sting.I built her a mansion, begging, hoping she'd stay, Teaching her patience, learning to love more, learning to pray. And she taught me to love, love in a higher, More pure way.Slowly, though, slowly poison crept in, found its way. This tigress, viper, lover. This beast, me. Slowly. Poison Found my heart.And who knows, maybe I should've known, expected it. This poison was the call of freedom, peace in whatever course we c
The girl who lovesHere,take it!Play with it. Squeeze it,Then throw it.It's yours,darling. I don't need it,not without you.I am cold,dead when you're away.You might as well break the son of a bitch into two.I told you,stay away from me. I am pure sin,I bathe in others pain.But look what happens when a sin meets the Devil,Dancing in the dark,kissing in the rain.I never knew there could be someone,Someone as sinful as me.My darkness,your touch has enchanted my soul.And now,you're calling me your queen.But what are we,my love?Just a couple of mortals gone to the bad?In the end,we are all humans Without many words left to be sa
So Gratefully ConfinedAcoustic savior Won’t you carry me for awhile?Through the dwindling lights That yield the sky to harrowing frightsStrum away As I wither for slumber In service of bliss, opulence and plunderSalvage this mind In this moment, so gratefully confined
NightmareI am the creature that offendswith midnight songs so full is strings,a voice that scars the drums -you wish to get away from me,yet I haunt you in your dreams -how foul it seems to swallow youas you shrink away in fear - I want to torture as a canand bring about the tears
Living Beyond A Black DeathMurder of crows flock in skies above me,Pecking slithers off skin and soul.Is this a death of destiny I see before I die?A corrupting cortex that makes black flesh cry,Waking up to a morgue of maggots and flies.I can see your vile heart pleading,I can see your cold screams bleeding,I can see it even before my tears stop weeping.I hurt when you're still crying over a dying me,A personification of the dead waiting to be free.Horde of rats cluster in sands beside me,Gnawing matter from muscle and mind.Is this a fate of fear I hear before I flee?A voiceless vortex that makes white pain sigh,Waking up to a sanctum of sp
ZombieI do not know what is worse,To roam these lands dead,Or to bite off another man's head,With these groans of fury,I enact my cruel curse.Brains is the only thing,To me it's a sweet delicacy,But it's more than our legacy,With these hands of death,I purge my cold craving.See this fragile frame,To the eye I am diseased,Yet my features are unperceived,With this corpse of mine,I give myself my name.
hellish paradisehe spotted me at the cornerwith lips bruised from the winein his Cockney accent he asked'baby, could you ever be mine?'I swept him off of his feet with a smilegrazing ever light fingers over his heartwith a nod of my head I closed his eyes'how could I deny myself such a lovely chance?'we danced for what felt like a centurymy dress tickling the inside of our thighshis lips tasting of caramel and promise'let's give this night our best shots, love'
bleakness rainbowssheer away from dolorous disgustwith mankindescape the citiesand join the spiritsof tumultuous desertmorning dewand meadow sagewill be your siblingsin a dreamless slumberescape the concretejungles and riverssmokestackswallsgrassless hillsfollow the rainbowsbeyond bleaknessof vigorous eyesand prophecies
PhotographEtched Into the tiny fibers And bled Into the palms of your handsYour own personal time machineReflecting into your soulAnd tugging at your mind.You are handing meMy own memories.
Nothing but a wordNothing but a wordThat's how it all beganThe word became fleshWhen His dream became ManThought of before conceptionChosen before birthPlanned out before existence His vessels on this earthHe could have done it all For in His eyes, all was done But He made us partakers of His pleasureIn every victory wonCreated like seedsTrue forms locked withinRevealed through work over timeAnd a partnership with Him
Tormented OneTormented soul,in your pain you won'tlet go of the blood that is due.You pierce your clawsin the diseased heartof the being that wounded you.Yet did you not know,my beloved child,that it is you, yourself, that you stab?As unforgiving veinsscorch from within,and you lose much more than you had.
RomeYou are so young,my love. The wind in your hair even knows your time And the sky,it lives in your heartIn the end,nothing's even worth a dime.You speak of war as if it's a gameBut when does it end? If I give you peace,Would you try to live enough to tellThere are no monsters under your bedAnd no beasts within your satin sheetsThe nights are full of fireAnd the fire's full of heat"If to smoke you turn, I shall not cease to fiddle while you burn" Dear Rome...You gave us happiness and joy But your walls hold darkness somewhere in return-I will build you up again,my dear Rome,-I looked at the waves of the sea.-
Why He died (Easter 2012)On Good FridayOur Lord Jesus diedSo that Man couldBe justifiedAnd have our sinsAll washed awayBy His bloodAnd Holy name.For all our wrongsA price was paidSo we'd be forgivenAnd be righteous made.For though we had hurt HimHis forgiveness He ne'er delayed;He gave up His right of offenseAnd looked to the Father insteadTo pour unto us Grace,Love, & Mercy true So that we could be like HimAnd forgive others too.On Easter morningHe rose againSo that we could have Hope(If hope should wane)During the times thingsFelt worse than deathWe'd look to His resurrectionAnd God's life-giving breath.
-Twisted-How dare I My affections have rendered me powerlessHaven’t my dreams always been this way?Nights of loving agonySoft lips, sharp fangsNothing could be so twistedThan the fantasies I’ve woven into ropeHow dare youAdorning yourself in my nightmaresBecoming radiant and powerfulDidn’t I dream you were this way?Soft voice, sharp wordsNothing could be so twisted Than the fantasies knotted around my wrists
Lonely HeartsLonely hearts beat in a symphonyand blood shot eyes are astray.gazes passing, never lingering,and faces turn away.Judging eyes, they're everywhereAs a forbidden love festers.Scornful looks find every flaw,But, to this love, they remain unaware.Their bliss is born of others ignoranceand their joy is in their remarks,for they know, secretly, what they have,they can feel it in their lonely hearts.
Apostrophes: Two CommandmentsApostrophe’s Rules: There are many different rules that deal with the terrible and often frustrating apostrophe, which is indeed the overall reason for its difficulty. It is unlike most of our other punctuation tool in that it is almost certainly one of the most versatile, yet it indubitably requires skill and excellent memory. I am, however, aware that some of you may already know most of the rules of the apostrophe, though I am also equally aware that being prudent and taking a casual glance just to make sure never hurt anyone. With that s
MeterSharkNotesPart 1: The Basics of PoeticsMeterBrought to you by: E-Shark47Parts of MeterMeter has two components:Foot--syllable patternLength--number of feet in a lineThe Metrical FootA metrical foot consists of stressed syllables (/) and unstressed syllables (~). A stressed syllables is referred to as astress while an unstressed syllable are referred to as a slack.Here is a list of metrical feet:foot-----------------------------------syllables------naming (paired with length)disyllablespyrrhus (dibrach)*------------------~~-------------pyrrhiciamb (iambus)-----------------------~/-------------iambictrochee (choree
Writing tipsOriginality and creativity are wonderful, but there are some rules in writing which cannot be avoided:Do your research and get facts right. Sulfuric acid is H2SO4, not xp3zyj2. With fantasy, you have open slather, but truth cannot be bent.Keep a list of your research.Write what you know about. If you have no experience of life as a cabin-boy or hot-air balloonist, your attempts to describe events in such lives will be unconvincing to many and laughable to those who do, unless your research is impeccable.Take examples/events from your own past and weave them in.Keep a table called a 'timeline'.Be very, very careful not to mix perso
2012As I sit here and look back on the year,Reminiscing on times that have disappeared,All I can come up with is that I'm sorry,And I just hope that I can grow from these stories.In 2012 the world won't end, but mine almost did,I submerged to the bottom, I withdrew and hid,But somehow I emerged stronger,And I've learned so much, my weakness no longer.I have good intentions, I swear I do,I never meant to hurt you, that much is true,But just like everything in life,We evolve from our pain and strife,And as I stabbed you with this double sided blade,Our personalities have been remade.To everyone that I've caused pain,By these hands
RemainStars, ignited by firesAlone, yet not uninvited“…Never in my lifeWill I find…”Shining bright like a thousand firefliesBurning a hole in the skyForever vain, they will be the same“…You are gone, But in my heart you will remain…”
A Glad FarewellDwindling dim eves I covet the shadow of faltering leavesAccustomed to the chill of blistering fall And the ghostly memories, I somberly recallSullen grey skies embark and resist Spawning the great fog, the dark and the mistThe unraveling prose of spring Spills as the summers sway and singTheir exodus is one of pain and turmoil Seen among the orchids as they softly spoilHail to this Autumn King!And the reign of golden embers, that he shall bring
I used to be different once...I used to be different once…I used to laugh and cry happy tears,I used to have friends I did not fear,I used to smile because I wanted to,I used to think that I knew you two, But I was wrong, so wrong…I used to be different once…If I laughed there had to be a reason why,You started to like it when you made me cry,If I smiled you’d point at me and say:“Oh my god she actually smiled today”. But why? I never knew why…I used to be different once…I got so close to almost giving up, But there were still people there to cheer me up,But you still kept tryin
Pretty Girls Don't Get SadPills more pillsMore drinksAnd more pillsShove them in my faceAnd watch me destroy myselfFrom the inside outBecause lonely people like usWe starve ourselvesWe don't eat We don't drinkBecause we just want to disappear.Because what the fuck does it mean to be sad hereOther than the drugsOther than the attentionAnd the needingWhat does it mean in this townTo just want someoneAnd want all of themEven after they tear you apartAnd even after you promise yourself you hate themPlease tell me what it means to feel something.Still he looked at meHe looked through meSo close I could feel his heartbeatHe looked into meAnd he sc
Still I wait3/27/03Still I waitThe sun shines,The moon glows,The night comes, The day follows,Still I wait.Creatures roam, Flowers bloom,Stars fall,Children pray,Still I wait.People love,Birds sing,Angles cry, Wind blows,And still I wait.
War...They saw the battle, I fought the war;They heard the suffering, I saw them die;They buried their bodies, I closed their eyes;They praised their triumphs, I mourned their lies;They knew their strength; I knew their shame;They knew their dreams; I lived their fears;They knew their life; I knew their very-soul;They read their letters; I wrote their memoirs;They wanted them back; I wouldn't let go of their hand;They knew them as brothers; We together were one;They said "They're soldiers"; They were Heroes in my eyes.And in the end;Missed them as I did;Though in peace they rested;I envied them...For they've been taken
Cafe BelgiumMaybe I didn't know, when i entered the caféEverybody has a priceCan't you tell?Even I do, I realiseName a priceAsk something in returnSubmission never comes easy, but money does.
Growing OutMother always told melies were like honey:sticky-sickly-sweet,a close comfort,the only wayI'd ever be loved.But they were alsoacidulous, selfish, toxic(and beautiful).They're all we ever were.You have to understandthat it's a prevaricationfor me to stare at youand turn skywardsthe corners of my mouthwhen what I wantis to let that which blinds mefall in torrentsupon my own chestas I walk away.I want to play the victim and succumbto everything I said I'd never be.
Three Blind MiceAs three blind mice began to play The people soon began to sway But then the crowd began to swingWhen three blind mice began to singSaxophone mouse let it ripWhile the people did their flipsTuba mouse trumpeting away Soon had the rest of the crowd out to playGuitar mouse yelled the beatAs everyone tapped their feetThree blind mice, watch them go!You can't help, but love the show!Three blind mice, they know how to swingSo go to The Mesmerist and hear them sing
You'll rememberI will awake your remembrance,when My hand caresses your heart,pulling out the threads of your naked wounds.And as the darkened holes open again,I'll lay My healing heart inside of yours,and the thumping beats of My burning heart resounds,as its loving tears drown your pain,making your heart beat with Mine.
The ConductorAnd the colors expandfrom the Conductor's hands,his baton dancing in hues.And his soul explodes as the piano sang,scattering his mind in purples and blues.And his heart delightsin the violin's tears,as it paints a beautiful black.And the crowd applauseshis joys and his fears,his song hides all that he lacks.And as the auditorium emptiesit is shaded in gray,and the gray runs him through.For his heart seems jadedwhen there is no songto scatter his mind in purples and blues.
To Be, To Be, CarefreeCarefree, carefree I wish to be,I long to be with her.She'll teach my heart just how to see,I'll be her perfect sir.I'll learn of love in her embrace,And then succumb to her sweet grace,I'll learn of love,I'll learn of love,I'll see the love upon her face,Oh, carefree, carefree, carefree.Carefree, carefree, I do foreseeA lifetime at her side.And in my heart, so much new glee,I feel I must have died.I'll fight no more for I am caught,See me now, a Gordian knot,I'll fight no more,I'll fight no more,What more have I to give to thought?Oh, carefree, carefree, carefree.To be carefree, it is my dream,And fi
The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.Veins line the black with faults of blood,And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.What would you do if the world finished,Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?Would you swim to a sea seductively low,Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,An
Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,So I can see the brightest stars shine,In that abysmal hope called space.To reach out and touch a forbidden face,Is the greatest gift anyone could find.For I have witnessed in vast wonder,The eternity before this epic I ponder,Where no creature would consider his death.But who am I to declare what is up or down?Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,In that dismal void called birth.That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.For I have listened to past laught
Riotous ApocalypseWait can't you hear that minute sound,Gushing up from the depths of a dank underground,Would you silence the screams of the damned?Merciless marauders crawling over cement ceilings,Blackened blades wielded by faces lacking feelings.Wait can't you see their vacant frown,Rising up from the lows of a lonely town,Would you break the bellows of the cursed?Senseless soldiers marching over marble mountains,Hardened hatchets shielded by roars quaking rains.Wait can't you smell their lost pity,Building up from the hell of a hatred city,Would you torment the tears of the harmed?Guiltless gladiators storming over stone streams,
Birds Of RuinIn those final hours of June,I trespass into fields of silver and gold,Listening to birds singing a dismal tune.Noire crows muse up high as I wander so cold,To hear a morbid lullaby sailing through the air.In those final hours of June,I meander up streams of ruby and sapphire,Watching birds dance to a song called ruin.Sable ravens endure on oaken limbs burning in fire,So fate is a sorrowful death with which they share.In those final hours of June,I lie upon sands of iron and steel,Feeding those birds who will sing to me soon.Ebony sparrows condemn me to a dead-man's meal,If they be black omens: is heralds of dying
Day 2Worldwide panic and worldwide riots.They started in China and spread to Korea.Before long they reached CanadaAnd on to America.Russia and Asia and Africa and EuropeFrance is the last. "Change the channel"WHO is confused - fast spreading virus.There's no vaccine, there's no cure.Working the nightshift with news reports blaring.UK is OK.Continues on with daily life.Pick up the milk and drop off the kids.Working the nightshift with news reports blaring.Walking the beat while others get drunk.He wants to be homeOut of the violence.Protecting the law and keeping the peace;That's what Dave does;Working the nights
The Dogs of WarAnd Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,with Ate by his side come hot from hellshall in these confines with a monarch's voicecry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war;that this foul deed shall smell above the earthwith carrion men, groaning for burial.They said the fields ran with ink,but real men bleed black on white,and young men bleed green,and women do not bleed at all.They said vengeance was a worthy cause.The dogs of war left teeth-marks in their throats.Caesar gurgled and died, but his spirit was mute.Havoc ensued without his order,and the stones of Rome boiled and flowedin rivers hot as Ate's eyes.They
War MachineLockstepUniform and crisp!Kneel before excellenceOr fall among deviantsEradicate the strayExterminate the vile pestsRound them up, String them from the lustful branchesDangling, blank expressionsSwaying, shackled to the breezeLockstep Uniform and crisp!Gather the defiantAnd unleash hellfirePaint the streets crimsonSoaked in wasteful revoltHearts and minds,Crushed beneath our steel toesLockstepUniform and crisp!Rape and plunderWith boundless authoritySquelch the weaklingsWith steel, plunged into their throatsGouging out their voicesTheir all telling gore, slathered on the streetsLockstepUni
SG Private LimitedBoxed in by technicalities, globalization's myopia, state-influenced perception, and the prison of the mind;What we are, who we are, how we write, of what we write about: the private, the limited - the Singapore Soul.
GangsterHe was full of [broken] promise[s][rain checks and train wrecks]He had a thick [suit of] skinmade by [others'] scarsfrom vicious [love and] wa[regret]s[that he can not remember]He was [not] a man,[just a boy] with a bright starand his impressive, three piece pinstripe suit [of skin],with double-breasted pockets [to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box] and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
R e g r e tThere arel o v e l y l i t t l e l i a r samong yourd a z y d i t z y d r e a m s .When you think you have it allyoufindouty o u h a v e n o t h i n g .Now you're plucking off the petalsfrom yourm e r r y h a p p y r o s e .It simply wasn't good enoughb e c a u s e n o o n e e v e r w a s .You're hiding tinys e c r e t sin a cove of s e r e n i t y .And you're f a l l i n g t o t h e______b _o_t_t_o_m________..................................................... A n d r e g r e t t i n g e v e r y t h i n g .
something thereI've got rosy red lips that could eat you upglass eyes ready to lure anyone unfortunate enough to get too close for their own luckjust flip the coin and say how feminine I amlooking today, such words never numerousenough to be heard in timetell me, you want a woman like me to be thereto bear your children and see them smile at usact surprised when I get technical and brutaltell me, how delicate and sweet I can be whenthe mood strikes just precisely, tell me moretell me everything while the doubts tick away
Cry outPoets find your presence in the fire and the storm.They seek you in majesty.They look at mountains and see the ridges of your thumbprint.They cry your praise when you paint the autumn.They throw open their hearts to the sun.They marvel as the cold kernel stirs to life.But you are in the bitter days as well,the afternoons so dull I could weep.You are the maker of anthills as well as mountains,and the stately wake of the single crackled leaf.You drew the colour from the sunset and breathed grey fog.You kill some seeds, barren rocks that litter the ground and will never grow.You are in despair as well as in triumph -- per
Keeping faith and believingI know you see meI know you're here with mebut if i look upi dont see you in sightI know you're thereI know you're in my heartbut to tell you the truthI wish you were still here with meI know i need faithi know i need to believeSo i keep my chin held highcause i know you're with meI know you're in my heartand forever been I know you're here with meeven to this dayI pray every nighthoping that you're alrightcause deep down grandma i truly miss youI know ýou're with mei know you taught me faithI have to start believingI need my faith back inside me
RainDroplets of rainPelt downhard,I try to forget you,But I don't know how,Or where to start.I try to washAway all my tears,To drown my sorrowsIn transgression and fear.I try to love another,An unrequited attempt.Love seeketh me not,And shuns me with fear.The shadows are my refuge;The cold,And the dark.I wallow in sadness,And sorrow,Down Hearted.HopelessAnd lost,I cry in vain.I drown in my sorrows,Lost in the rain.
ButterflyConfound you, illicit butterfly!You have dizzily thrust yourbreathless, starting, sunset armsinto my cage once more;but can you not seeyour withered winged brethren round the red bars of this place,grey and weary and warning that the stale miasmahas not yet abided?It is not not yet your time, my butterfly,for Spring is 'round another cornerI have yet to pave.I curse not you, but the bars --the cowardly, crimson bars.
Changed My LifeYou changed my world with a blink of an eye That is something that I can not deny You put my soul from worst to best That is why I treasure you my dearestYou just don't know what you have done for me You even pushed me to the best that I can be You really are an angel sent from above To take care of me and shower with loveWhen I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear And your touch have chased away all of my fear You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile It is even better everytime you smileIt so magical those things you've made To bring back my faith that almost fade Now my life is a dream come
That MomentThat MomentI yearn to be right there,Right next to you,To feel you next to me too,And to know that you're real.I yearn to hold you close,To hold you next to me,To feel your heartbeat,And to know this is love.I yearn for the moment when,We are finally together.
Colon, Semicolons, and Hyphens Trouble often arises when dealing with combining sentences. It's good you're taking a look at this - very good. How many of you have wondered how to use a colon? A Semi-Colon? How about a Hyphen? Well, this piece of literature will keep your head spinning for a while. Not because you are going to be confused, but because a rather large amount of information. However, you shouldn't let that stop you from becoming a better writer, right? So, let us continue with the lesson on...Colons: The main use of a colon is when one wants to link a lead-in(a sentence that can stand alone, but will be used to bring in two or more prim
How to Write Villanelles Villanelles can be frightening; they look simple but are actually quite difficult. However, when mastered, it becomes “technically easy” according to Conrad Geller. Just like riding a bike, right? The name Villanelle is derived from the Italian villa, or country house, which is where aristocrats went to “refresh” themselves. Strangely enough, the form is originally French and only appeared in the English language in the lat 1800s (19th century). Out of the 19 lines in a Villanelle, only two rhymes are used. &#
How to Create Visual Poetry “Concrete poetry, also known as Visual Poetry and shape poetry, is a type of poetry in which the arrangement and overall look of the words is just as important at conveying the effect/message as the words and rhymes in poetry do themselves.” 1 Created in Brazil by Max Bill and Öyving Fahlström – two Eupoean artists - Concrete poetry and “its early methods were described in the Brazilian group Noigandres' manifesto "Pilot Plan for Concrete Poetry."(2) It is during this period that Concrete Poetry was intende
Acrostic Haiku - New FormSunny days,Palpable by all,Run amokavIn the end,Nature is dry andGaia is saltI have created an extremely difficult variation of the haiku. Yes, some will not like it, but I assure you: this is no walk in the park. Like the regular Haiku, this form also incorporates the 3-5-3 or the 5-7-5 syllable rule. However - to add a wonderful twist - I've blended the form of poetry known as Acrostic to the mix. In the past, I've found that the Acrostic form of poetry is one of the most easy forms of poetry to take on, so I decided that I wanted to make it a little harder. I think I've
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