Nihongo o narau - Third lessonYoukoso!!Nihongo o narau - Third lesson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Minna-san!! Konnichiwa!! How are you to day? I hope your fine!!
You remember what we have learnt last time? The "Janai" thing I told you that the negative form of "desu" is "janai" & both of them have a past form "Datta" & "janakatta" .
I told you also that the next lesson (This lesson) will be about the interrogative form but I changed my mind because it's too easy All what you have to do is to add the particle "ka" at the end of the sentence Like this:
"Anata wa Hiroto desu" . "You're Hiroto"
"Anata wa Hiroto desu ka?" .. "Are you Hiroto?"
So I decided to teach you something more useful & I guess you will like it!! How to say "I like something" & "I don't like something"!!
Ladies & gentlemen Today's lesson!!
Third lesson: Suki or
Japanese NamesNames:Japanese Names6 years ago in Other More Like This
Yorukaze = NightBreeze
Chia = Cheer
Kishiyami = KnightDarkness
Yukihana = Snowflower
Zetsumeibara = Death rose (pronounced sets-umi-bara)
Zuruikage = Slyshadow
Atomyou = Scarlife
Reinarashi = Rainstorm
Hekirekihane = Thunderwing
Urufumetsuki = Wolfeyes
Shiroipedaru = Whitepedal
Unabarahi = Oceanblaze
Ashishin = Evilheart
Ukiyotouza = Lifepresent
Aisou = Lovestream
Aoirinsei = Bluenature
Mausu = Mouse
Hanametsuki = Flowereyes
Hizai = Icefortune
Buriza-dokon = Blizzardsoul
Nihongo o narau - second lessonYoukoso!!Nihongo o narau - second lesson3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Minna-san!! Konnichiwa!! Hello guys!! I'm Hikari!! Did you enjoyed the last lesson? I really hope so!!
I guess you still remember the last lesson .You don't?! Okay!! I'll remember you!! :
That's the affirmative form But there are other forms of "desu" Don't worry!! It's soooo simple!!
The second lesson will be about .
Second lesson: Kare wa gakusei janai
After this lesson you will be able to make the negative form & the past tense of "Desu".
You still remember the pronouns!! Don't you? Great!! Today We will use new words!!
we will need demonstrative pronouns we already know them:
[Bullet; Pink]Sore: That/Those
[Bullet; Orange]We will need also some adjectives .ummmm :
PoetryPoetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poetry is like a song
Dancing along the page
as the poet writes each word
Letters form music
filling my head with their sweet melody
As IfIf you can hold your drink when all about youAs If8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are losing theirs and aiming it at you,
if you can drive your car when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for the coppers too;
or need to pee but not be tired by waiting,
or after peeing dont forget your flies;
on politics or football start debating
and yet dont look too good nor talk too wise.
If you can drink and not make drink your master;
if you can talk and not make sense your aim;
if you can still stand up although youre plastered
and shout at passing women dirty names;
if you can bear to hear the truth tomorrow
of how you acted like a total fool
and caused your girl to sob in shame and sorrow
when you picked up that tart from Liverpool
If you can take your childrens Christmas money
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
and lose, and laugh like it was funny
and never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force yourself just to continue
to drink another pint of foaming ale
and stay upright whe
Shedding Stars IIyou were the sky i wasShedding Stars II1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sea, with the sun
in an offering of light
you wore the night as i
called your stars down
... but I don't speak.One month to the day,... but I don't speak.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you said youll never change,
But as always your promises turn out to be lies.
Walking through the sewers of my broken heart,
see this place, rotten and fallen apart,
this place wasnt supposed to be this dark.
You and me we used to talk,
in this secret place in the depths of my heart,
where the river floats out towards the dark.
A river once so blue and clear,
but now this seems to disappear,
The river now is nothing but,
acid of sour and venom so bittersweet.
This river where we used to walk,
this river that floats out to the pier,
where the paper boats disappear.
Me, I try to send this note,
float it like a paper boat.
But paper sinks,
and words are weak.
but I dont speak.
colors.red is a power color.colors.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
red is stoplights, anger. rage.
red is my nose when i cry about my parents.
“women are more attractive to men
when they wear red,” he says once
so you cut yourself
because red is blood
and when he ignores the bandages, you say,
“no. look what i did.
look what i did for you.”
but he doesn’t fall in love with you
red is the scream that
comes out of your mouth.
blue is the veins under your skin and
blue is depression that tells you to slice them
blue is the weeks you spend after him
and blue is the great, wide sky above you,
trying to remind you that the rest of the world
is still waiting.
your brother says he’s looking for the light
at the end of the tunnel
but the world is full of light.
(you would know. we can hardly see the stars
because of it.)
the world is not full of you
so you try.
black is what surrounds him
and black is burns
and you’ve been burned, scalded
so you blend in.
Broken-heartedBroken-hearted3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She thought he held the key to her heart,
her one and only love.
She wished for them to never be apart
as she looked to the stars above.
Sparkling raindrops fell from the sky
when she had her first kiss,
but soon thier love began to die,
such wonders she did miss.
Now only images appear in her head
Each of them a memory, seeming so unreal
Many tears she had shed
But her heart will learn to heal
And for now my story has come to its end.
May my heart soon mend
MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,Mirror4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I refuse to be your china doll.
With your minions wielding microphones
Your gorgeous, dazzling, Barbie'd clones
Your lies, your smiles, your peddled "cure"
Your help, your love, your "Just a little bit more..."
"A little bit farther, and you'll lose who you were.
A little bit better, and you'll be just like her."
Mirror, mirror, at my feet,
Cracked and gone like once-was me,
Stop begging, stop pleading,
Stop lying, stop needing--
Let me go.
EurydiceHis voice enveloped me, and I becameEurydice3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Myself again--I heard it in the song:
A mordent on a note he held too long;
A stutter in his voice. I heard my name
In these and felt a happiness the same
As when I saw him first. Oh, I had longed
To hear him sing again, but this last song--
It was so beautiful. And it remains
The best of human works, though none shall hear
Its sorrowed notes; the lyre's meand'ring tune
Through vast arpeggios and Death's expanse
Except the dead. It will not disappear
'Till all the world's destroyed, and hell's exhumed--
Such music must be worth a backwards glance.
Behind the FabricBehind the Fabric3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The velvet fabric
soft against her skin,
yet offers no warmth.
A dress of roses
In which she pretended to be someone else.
Even the sky knew how she felt
without her ripped-up old jeans
and the comfort they bring.
The only thing they saw
A beatiful girl,
the person behind the fabric,
her heart and soul hidden from those
who only seek beauty.
I wonder will they ever see
the real me.
I'm perfect the way I amI don't want to paint my nails,I'm perfect the way I am3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't want to dye my hair,
I don't want to dress up in details,
Because even when you say so, I don't care.
I won't wear that new famous dress,
I won't flirt with the guy with the truck,
I won't work myself up with only stress,
Because I don't give a fuck.
I won't buy the same mobile as you,
I won't buy the same dress as she got,
I don't care what you all do,
I don't mind not being hot.
I won't change because you said so,
I won't act different because you want me to,
Whenever you ask me I just say no,
I don't have to be all new.
I'm perfect the way I am,
I know how my good and bad times went,
Say what you want because I don't give a damn,
And one day you would wish you were my friend.
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
tree, fiddler crabIt took days to hollow out the soft partstree, fiddler crab2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the trunk, dig out the tree-flesh and sap,
polish the raw wood so that when he sat,
there would be no splinters. He carved his name
into the side, like a blessing, a declaration
of good fortune, and stowed his forest inside.
Mystical BeingsMystical Beings3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Most of them hide out in the wood
Unseen by human eyes
Unnoticed, they fight for the greater good
You can hear their battle cries
the memories of war
when they pulled out their swords
from tree to tree they soar
some dressed high and royal like a lord
The king's son was in love
with such a being as her
shot by cupid above
making his emotions stir
A beautiful dress did the Elvin girl wear
along with her curly long hair
RoommatesIts really not the poltergeist I mind-Roommates6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it intriguing to see ones energy
bouncing like ball lightning from wall to wall
in an encapsulate cubiculum of space.
Analytically, its entertaining,
after all the debunking, EEG,
and other skeptic quests are satisfied
and you master the not-looking-looking.
I see what I see; its easy for me-
it takes no more thought than it does to blink.
Its never been another way, although
no two people ever see the same thing.
A faceted phenomenon, for sure.
The knocks and moving things amuses me
its never frightening as a general rule
but somethings not quite right about the black
shadow thing, human- like and spherical
as a buzz-cut little brother skulking
along the hall outside the bathroom door.
Friday nights, Im always home alone-
the guys go out. Im more of a house mouse
and its so nice to control the remote,
push the off button and crank up the tunes
-in the living room instead of m
In Search of an Old RecipeDown a wintry lane, where streetlampsIn Search of an Old Recipe8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise from dimly lit snow hills and the
town is lightly covered in frost,
I pass an old neighbors house and
a village café. The gurgling noises
of a brewing pot and the sugary smells
of rising dough
always met with long conversations
or quiet contemplations, an old friend
or a new friend and a hint of the past.
Something that started the day and
ended the day with company and
a dash of hope
that time can always be paused
and people can always gather.
And behind the rising steam of
tightly gripped mugs, you can always
find laughter, stirring its warmth around
tables as we reminisce.
And sugar is sprinkled over cookies
and pastries the way snow is over the world.
And no matter how far away,
I can always make it home
on nothing more than a memory.
Perhaps these are the ingredients to make peace,
down wintry lanes, where feuds are blanketed
and grudges melt away into cups of coffee.
the ocean is pollutedthe ocean is pollutedthe ocean is polluted6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and our children will be throat down baptized
in its weightless mausoleum choke.
staring at the rising tide
swallowing the shore,
swallowing the rivers,
man sees himself reflected across the cerulean surface,
remembers the tyrants past,
given power so surging
(the helpless destroyers),
sees the giant lumbering to transplant him
in an ecosystem generated for the mermen,
the chemically inflated
above the land where
there is only hunger and cold,
the leftover lineage
of an animal that slit its own tongue
and drank its belly full,
desperate for the memory of blood.
DiscordDiscord2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The embodiment of entropy
Encased in a stone statue
Creating disorder no more
His battle is lost
This draconiquus does evil no more
He is now good
(Most of the time)
Friendship is magic