A word about haiku - MS JamesA word about haiku - by Michael JamesA word about haiku - MS James7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I believe there are a few basic precepts about haiku that are largely overlooked, or just flat out just not taught in most basic literary (poetic) courses. Everyone seems to know that a haiku is supposed to be written in the structure of 5-7-5 syllables per line respectively, but there is much more going on than just a simple syllable constraint. I shall attempt to give a brief overview of the main points about haiku.
First off, the 5-7-5 syllable structure most often cited as being the sole 'structural rule' of haiku is based on the original Japanese constraint. However, the Japanese language and more specifically their word structure differ from English in a critical way when it comes to the definition of this structure. In the Japanese language, each sound unit is called an onji as opposed to our syllable. This unit of measure for a word is considerable more concise than what we use to define a syllable (typically only
How to Hook a ReaderHow to Hook a Reader9 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I should note that this article will be primarily concerning YA fiction, as that is what I know most about. You may notice that some of these openings use elements that I cautioned against in an earlier article. Told ‘ya there were bountiful exceptions to writing “rules.”
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
“There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it.”
This one is just awesome. I adore some subtle humor in a book, and it’s a great way to start out if you’re witty enough. This short and amusing opening line tells us a lot about the character in a very short time. His name also gives an indication that he is not from the land of Narnia, but is probably from England, if this book is to be similar to the ones prior to it in the series. We know something about his age in t
Thanks for the ReminderThanks for the Reminder2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
wish this pain will cease
reminds me a lot of my mistakes
reminds me of my disease
reminds me of my hate
They called me names
but I just turned away
but I felt the burning flame
I got so tired of the same old game
i walked and walked
I crumbled down, broken
I stuttered, I couldn't talk
my soul was stolen
my body, screaming
the pain never fleeing
the stares never ending
I walk on brittle bones
failed in my own solitude
wondering if anybody knows
how they could be so crude
thank you for reminding me
thanks you for the pain, for showing me the way
thank you for showing me to rage
I am finally awake...
A Different Kind of Magic, Chapter 1Samuel sat at his desk, trying to concentrate. He was halfway through his exam paper, and came to the end of the multiple-choice segment. His mind kept focusing on the things around him. His fellow students focused on their own papers, the room filled with a dozen scatchings of quillpen on parchment. The window to his left revealed the courtyard outside the castle, various pages and wizards travelling about.A Different Kind of Magic, Chapter 16 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Samuel gazed up at the blue, cloudy sky, his eyes darting from one cloud to the next. As he watched the sky, he imagined a great, winged... something hiding behind each one. A smile began to crease his face...
"Mr. Farwind!" The instructor snapped.
The older magician had left his desk and now stood beside Samuel.
The youth gasped in surprise. "Uh..."
"Would you please stop daydreaming and return your focus on the-? Wait..."
The instructor moved the exam paper up to him, focusing on something drawn on the lower half of the paper. "What is this?"
While he wasn't focusing, Sam
Haiku Theory Part 1 -2009-A Lot of Words About A Little PoemHaiku Theory Part 1 -2009-5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
An Introduction to Haiku Structures
A haiku poem cannot be defined according to the number of syllables and lines it contains (nor by the number of syllables in each line). Although I do not wish to go into the reasons why at this point (I will save that for a later discussion) the form of modern English haiku, as Haruo Shirane writes, is a short poem, usually written in one to three lines. (in Gilbert, 2009) At this point our definition sounds very vague. If the number of syllables and lines do not define a haiku poem, then what does? And if a haiku poem is simply a short one, two or three-line poem then what separates it from other forms of Western short-verse or, in the case of one-line haiku, a sentence?
Patricia Donegan writes, in agreement with the Western haiku community at large, that syllable counting... is not the important thing for haiku in English. Haiku is an experience, not an act of co
Warm Ice - The encounter / VORECaptain Turner was out of options. The ice storm was worse than the crew thought at first. Everyone stood, waiting and shivering, underneath the deck. The two men sent to discover the land hadn't come back. The Captain himself sat on a small wooden bench, a bottle of rum gripped in his hand. One of the remaining crew members frantically ran towards him.Warm Ice - The encounter / VORE7 months ago in Settings More Like This
"Sir! The door down below froze up! We can't get outside anymore!" The Captain, already rather drunk by this point, laughed.
"Hahaha, why do you want to do outside?” he asked drunkenly. “Let's just stay here and drink…" he drawled, taking another pull on the bottle. Suddenly, a strange sound cut through the air. Everybody looked around, scared, before realizing what the sound was: the sound of cracking wood. A second later, one of the masts broke through the ship's ceiling. A few men screamed. The ones who hadn't been hit by the falling mast were forced to listen to the horrible sound of cracking bones. Hot blood ran
Time For Changes - Ch 9Time For Changes - Ch 93 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me. In anyway Im saying this to be true anything near to reality is a mere coincidence. No money is being made by this, No copyright intend. Photomanipulation ISN'T MINE I just colorized it.
Time for Changes
Tom groaned when the sun hit his face and lazily he put a hand in front of his face to stop the sunrays to hit him directly in the eyes, he sighed and winced at the pain on his face but suddenly he felt some wetness on his chest and he raised an eyebrow.
Hesitantly he opened his eyes and his eyebrows flew to the ceiling when he realized who he was sleeping with and how. Billie was on top of him, drooling slightly on his chest, he was so confused, he didn't want to wake up the girl she seriously looked like she was having a very nice dream anyway.
He watched the girl's face closely and smiled. If he admit it to himself, the girl was pretty gorgeous, yes she was young but still she had some innocent air around her that made Tom smile lik
Email Your Love Final Ch.Email Your Love Final Ch.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twincest - You've been warned - Don't Like, easy, don't read.
Comments PLEASE!... Thanks(:
Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me. I own the plot and nothing more. No money is being made by this. The banner isn't mine. In any way I claim this to be true. Lyrics aaranged as a song Anywhere but here by Safetysuit not mine.
Email Our Love Final.
Another december night for the twins. Hot chocolate was done, some cupcakes eaten and finally they were stuffed, deciding they should do something both wanted.
They were sitting on the bed, sharing every mail, every letter they had gave to each other and Bill saw one that wasn't open. It was there, resting peacefuly near Tom's foot and he greabbed it seeing it had his name.
Tom looked at the closed letter and he smiled "I was about to send you that one"
Bill raised his eyebrows "Amm.. but.. I'm living on the same place as you"
"So?... I wanted to send it" Tom said chuckling along Bill but went all quite and itchy when Bill finally open
Blood Stained Chapter 4Blood Stained Chapter 42 weeks ago in Horror More Like This
Ciel sat in a pure white room with fog hovering just above the floor. He didn't know where he was, and didn't know exactly why he was there, but decided to stay. He was perched in one of the four corners of the large white room with his thighs against his stomach and his arms wrapped around his knees. He was thinking about what had happened to him earlier. The voices inside his head and Sebastian utterly puzzled about why he was acting like he was. He himself didn't understand why he did that. And he didn't understand where that voice came from. He was just thankful it was gone. The last words it had spoke to him were 'You know I'm right....' But she wasn't right. Was she? He shook his head. He shouldn't think too deeply about that or the voices might come back.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Ciel sat bolt upright when he heard footsteps coming towards him. They weren't urgent footsteps like running desperately to arrive to a destination, but slo
Wedding preparationsWedding PreparationWedding preparations11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was so happy, planning my dream wedding. We had met 5 years earlier, Dan had proposed a year ago, and we were getting married in the depth of winter in 5 months time. Only one thing could upset this happy place...
I didn't want to open my eyes, I didn't want to know my fate. On the one hand I'd be starting the family I'd always wanted, on the other the shame on my family. I stood there in a stupor, undecided on what I wanted. Did I want the pregnancy test in my hands to be positive.
Taking a deep breath I opened my eyes. I looked down and read the display. I was pregnant! In that moment of realisation my heart fluttered, I was filled with joy. I wanted this, I'd have to live with the consequences.
That night Dan and I had a long chat. He too was overjoyed, but knew our greater families would not approve. Both of us came from hyper-conservative families that would immediately disown a bastard and its parents. Our immediate families were not so bad but were very con
Latte BioName: Latte (pronounced lah-tey)Latte Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Weight: Changes too much to keep track
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Favorite Food: Strawberry Shortcake
IQ Level: Slightly below average
Personality: Stubborn, Lusty, Dominant, Rude, Greedy
Race: Asian/ African
"Hai everyone! The name is Latte. I'm a very young and beautiful artist. I take commissions, but that's not my only income. I work for some stupid pervert website and stuff. Basically I have to do cosplay and stuff myself, but enough of that. I'm 19 with a full natural E cup and fair brown skin. Amazing right? And before you ask, yes I'm bi, but I prefer girls more. I just love boobs. I'd love mine more if it wasn't so hard to find bras in my size. That's why I have to work out so much by dancing and doing aerobics. But boobs aren't my only interest. I love a girl that can eat too. That's why I keep a huge supply of hunnybuns in my cleavage. A girl with a belly is just lovely. Anyway, d
The PullWhen I was younger, someone showed me a video gametoo weird for me, but it made her laugh, and she was pretty. You played as this little guy with a squishy hammer for a head, and you rolled a sticky ball around in front of you. As you rolled it, things got stuck until the ball was gigantic. And then... I don't know. I don't remember the point of the game, nor do I remember the name.The Pull2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But that image comes back to me every time I am anxious. I am that little person running around, pushing a ball, and things stick to it. Only they aren't cows or trees or parts of buildings: they are things that make me nervous. The attention of people. My sparse resume. The way I can never look someone in the eye when we first meet.
Oh. And I don't have a squishy hammer for a head.
Regardless, today is like that. I've talked to too many people and some weird man had told me he was my father and my mother was on the back of a book with a different name but the same damn face.
While I was walking home,
PhantomI found my brother Tom in a day when it took the police a month. The day I had enough of my parents I ran down to the old decrepit warehouse carrying with me a backpack full of juice boxes, pretzels and comic books to share with Tom. When the police finally found us, they found me curled up in his lap comic books, empty pretzel bags and an empty juice box in Tom's hand. When I awoke I was in my mother's trembling arms being held tight as the police told her and my father the news. That was the last night that I saw my father alive and the last time I saw my mom sane...Phantom2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Bill come down and look what Mommy made for you!!!"
My eyes snapped open as soon as I heard her voice and I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling and praying that she would still think that I was asleep. I moved my head to look at the clock on my bedside table. Five in the morning. I silently groaned and closed my eyes attempting to fall back asleep.
"She's coming upstairs. Did you lock the door?"
Tom asked me. I
Never For YouYou've had your chances,Never For You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ten, twenty, thirty times over,
Again and again you fail,
Breaking apart in front of me,
Begging for redemption,
Just an ounce more of mercy.
And every time I succumb,
Casting my cloak around your body,
Warming your skin and hiding you,
Protecting you from the ever falling rain.
Now how many times have you ripped me apart?
I've allowed you into my heart,
Given you the key to the gilded chest,
Only to be destroyed from the inside out,
Betrayed in the worst way.
And now I've learned to not give any more chances,
I've moved on,
Given up any sort of feeble hope never to be,
And I don't care if you come crawling back,
Because I won't hold out my hand to guide you.
My heart continues to bleed,
My tears continue to fall,
But not for you.
Anguish continues to reign over me,
Like drops of acid it burns,
The tattered edges of my soul slowly fall away,
But it's not your poison that corrupts me.
I lay awake,
Bloodshot eyes and a crooked smile,
But it's not you I have on my
Reading among shadowsReading among shadows4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TWINCEST WARNING - DON'T LIKE... DON'T READ!
One shot - Writer's Block Series
Tom opened the door of the so familiar coffee shop at 6 a.m. sharp. Today was the beginning of first semester in the nearby college.
He tied up his dreadlocks and started with the cleaning when the bell of the front door announcing a new customer sounded. He wanted to ignore it, the coffee wasn't open just yet but decided against it and looked up, little did he know that doing just that will make him come face to face with the most beautiful creature he could ever get to see in this simple world.
The boy who had entered giggled with a hand covering his precious pink lips "Good morning hope you don't mind me coming this early, but I have an exam and I really need a quite place to study would you mind me just sitting over there?"
Tom blinked several times trying to process everything that the beautiful boy had said but at the end he just nodded.
"Oh?... I mean sure, go ahead but if you
Love no LongerI.Love no Longer11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For your wedding,
I received an invitation
I know I am no longer your lover
I am merely a friend
and it was just polite
to ask me to come.
Your card did mock me,
laughing at my helplessness
and sticking an invisible tongue at my face
for not being able to move on
I won't tell you I closed my eyes
shivered, and remembered,
the million memories of two years
A party out of a fairytale,
with you and your bride
at the center of the lights,
surrounded by family and friends
you didn't take your eyes off her
and she had a blush across her cheeks.
You wore the tuxedo I always loved,
A white shirt without a tie,
and pulled your hair back
smiling happily from the heart,
as you eyed your beautiful woman
and why not?
you sure knew how to choose, friend.
And while you waltzed to songs about true love,
I walked through the large doors,
in a black dress,
you called it the elegance of pride
yet I still saw the shock in your eyes
as I wa
Snow White and the Seven Deadly SinsA Poison Apple Forever BittenSnow White and the Seven Deadly Sins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lust, Gluttony, Wrath
A Poisoned Heart that Beats for None
Avarice, Envy, Sloth
Snow White Skin in Her Glass Coffin
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Is the Fairest Sin of All
BulimiaGluttony grabs me at lightning speed,Bulimia7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel at once that I must feed,
Raiding the cupboards I stuff my face,
Stomach filling, self disgrace,
Rush into toilet, lock the door,
Hands and knees now meet cold floor,
Sink tap running to drown out sound,
Will keep my secret, I cant be found,
Head bent over the toilet seat,
Punishment for all Ive had to eat,
Fingers scrape the back of throat,
Abruptly I begin to choke,
Vomit coursing over tongue,
Gasps for breath as head stays hung,
Flush the toilet, wash evidence away,
Back on the scales to check what I weigh,
Wipe the straying tears from my face,
Then close the bathroom door on my secret disgrace.
.you break free.6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the grip of
just to die in
the arms of the shore
EndlessThe darkness matches your eyes,Endless7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it too much of an unfair accusation?
Or a bit too sad?
Perhaps it's a little too certain,
but I can't seem to care.
The kindness of your poems stirs
too many feelings I once buried,
an endless hunger, an exhaustion
that forced me to drop my jaded rings,
and lose the rose I once planted in my heart.
I offered you a field of bread,
soft pillows, and barely survived
the stomping horses that dragged
carriages of almonds to your feet
instead of running to the far edges of the world.
Spill your answers into me,
I still can't get myself to care,
whatever you say has lost its meaning,
I no longer know what's lie and what's the truth.
A wall stands between us now,
and darkness goes well with candles and wine,
but still a perfect match for the look in your eyes.
I know you're scrambling a reply, but
I know it's just as scattered as your shadows,
we no longer have a light.
I breathe, you breathe.
I blow, you blow.
I toss left and right, you toss ten
Such Bitter Hatred...Anger.Such Bitter Hatred...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A steady beat of rising anger.
It was almost as though the primal beat of Zebes' molten heart had fractured, had split, and was slowly but surely making its way up. Devouring all within its path and leaving nothing but fiery caves and volcanic vents; sulphur laden air and a wavering miasma of pure hatred.
Norfair was angry.
And the Hunter did not blame it. She had often wondered if a planet could have emotion. If a compacted ball of rock and mineral floating in its predetermined course around a central star in the dark reaches of space could develop a sort of sentience of its own. Norfair had never been this active, she knew. Not until the Chozo had left. Not until the Pirates had come. Not until the once peaceful twisting maze of alien architecture had been twisted into a technological hotbed of experimentation and abuse. Just as Maridia encompassed Zebes' sadness and Brinstar its abundance of life, still scrabbling for purchase; just as Crateria showcased its desolation and th
A little too obviousKieran typed slowly on his laptop as he tried not to misspell the numbers of his credit card. Online shopping wasnt his idea of shopping at all, but with that awful weather in Glasgow, going out meant feeling cold and wet. As if that wasnt enough, Lani was offered an excellent training opportunity back in Japan that she couldnt refuse, so little Saaya had to stay behind and that meant, staying with Kieran for a few months. Taking her out during Christmas shopping frenzy wasnt his idea of quality time either.A little too obvious6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What? Kieran stared at the monitor with an unlit cigarette between his lips. What is the problem now?
The living room door opened slowly. Laken had just come out of the slower and his hair was all wet, tied up in a bun. He walked in and yawned, looking at Kieran as if he wasnt even there. Kieran raised his head and stared into the others eyes. Laken stared back for a moment, emotionless, then suddenly his eyes went big and