Be fullfiled with passionPASSIONPassion…. It gets so easily confused with love,But its more than that.Everyone needs passion in their life to feel fulfilled.Whether it be in their work, art, music,Or even just to be passionate about what they believe in.Passion…..feel the word slide over your lips like melted butter.You can even be passionate about how you see the world.If a man runs his hands over a loved ones skin, feeling the warmthAnd the smoothness of it on his marble cold hands,He will be moved to now that it warms not just his hands,But his heart as wellPassion is not governed by right or wrongIt just isAnd in some waysSo are weStay true to yourself and keep passion in your life to be fulfilled
A word about haiku - MS JamesA word about haiku - by Michael JamesI 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
A Christmas CarolThis is the story of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens told solely through emoticons. It's sort of like a comic where each smiley is a panel going left to right is a panel.Read the Artist's Comments for the story.
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