"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
for writing of all kinds. (concrit welcomed. ♥)
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
for writing of all kinds. (concrit welcomed. ♥)
a linguistic lordess,
an elusive Lady
who lounges on lofty landscapes
lacking in lifeless literature
and lamentable locution;
a lingerer;
a lurker of lyrical lines
and luscious letters,
whose lessons leap out
as loud as love-filled laughter,
as lucid as lily-white lies.
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(File this under "Things That Take An Embarrassingly Long Time To Write.")
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my lonesome oak, nourished by warmth,
but denied of its kin;
I plant grasses, herbs, and ferns,
though none dare to grow near it;
they shrivel from the touch of moonlight,
its only keeper.
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Interestingly enough, this was written for my Korean class. This is an ancient Korean form of poetry called Sijo, and it's similar to haikus in that the lines are restricted to a certain range of syllables (in this case, about 6-9 per line with an exception sometimes made for the last line).
And check out that abuse of semi-colons. 8D