bisnotch
05-26-2005, 10:28 PM
Ok I have never really attempted haiku seriously before. It was actually quite interesting once I started reading into it. Ok, so here is my piece. Weird concept, haiku's have evolved randomly and sperraticly in the years past into basically 17 syllable words to live by organized into 5-7-5 syllable lines. Now what I did, I told a story of a man, from birth to death, the first part of his life is 5 haikus, the second part seven and the last, you guessed it, 5. I don't really know what inspired me to do this. Tell me what you guys think. If you have any questions please ask. I really don't know if I'm going to get absolutely flamed or not.
Grow Old But Die Young
Birth is a defect
Life, liberty, happiness
Quite unrealistic
Infant years the best
Taken care of by the worst
Very realistic
The skill of walking
A great asset to quitters
Avoid your problems
A mouth full of words
Spent on useless arguments
Is a waste of breath
Adolescence nears
A little boy in limelight
Reaches for something
________________________
Gasping for nothing
Just short of his vivid dreams
Completely stranded
Loneliness broadens
Unlike the bleak horizons
Realization found
A life as empty
As the bottle just finished
Find the last few drops
Drinking is release
Clocks spin except for the hands
Time has stopped; pass out
Prepubescence ends
Maturity rocks the boat
Capsizing whats left
Unstable standards
Stagnancy staying at heart
Tearing us apart
Love doesn't exist
Superficiality
I'm too poor for this
________________________
Quiet surfaces
Wonders of what lies within
Original sin
Let me hear you speak
You're an insomniacs dream
You lull me asleep
Suffer silently
lashing out too violently
Mind aneurysm
Middle age becomes
A new desired old age
Why live past forty
Subtlety screaming
Whispered prayers to deaf ears
Death is the cure.
There it is. Have at it. Of course, this is crit for crit. Leave a link and I will try to get back as soon as I can. This computer has been a little ****ty lately, I'll do my best though.
Grow Old But Die Young
Birth is a defect
Life, liberty, happiness
Quite unrealistic
Infant years the best
Taken care of by the worst
Very realistic
The skill of walking
A great asset to quitters
Avoid your problems
A mouth full of words
Spent on useless arguments
Is a waste of breath
Adolescence nears
A little boy in limelight
Reaches for something
________________________
Gasping for nothing
Just short of his vivid dreams
Completely stranded
Loneliness broadens
Unlike the bleak horizons
Realization found
A life as empty
As the bottle just finished
Find the last few drops
Drinking is release
Clocks spin except for the hands
Time has stopped; pass out
Prepubescence ends
Maturity rocks the boat
Capsizing whats left
Unstable standards
Stagnancy staying at heart
Tearing us apart
Love doesn't exist
Superficiality
I'm too poor for this
________________________
Quiet surfaces
Wonders of what lies within
Original sin
Let me hear you speak
You're an insomniacs dream
You lull me asleep
Suffer silently
lashing out too violently
Mind aneurysm
Middle age becomes
A new desired old age
Why live past forty
Subtlety screaming
Whispered prayers to deaf ears
Death is the cure.
There it is. Have at it. Of course, this is crit for crit. Leave a link and I will try to get back as soon as I can. This computer has been a little ****ty lately, I'll do my best though.