Senryu, and How It Differs from HaikuCompared to other styles of poetry under the category of Haiku and Eastern, there is comparatively little published about the more aggressive senryu.Senryu, whose name means river willow, uses humor and satire to examine human society. Senryu takes on the form of haiku, but makes greater use of punctuation techniques (ellipses, exclamations, etc.) to convey its point. Senryu can use seasonal kigo, but do not rely on them. In senryu, the seasonal reference should be second in importance to the human portrayal. Contrary to popular belief, not all senryu is humorous. Many express misfortune, eroticism, political views (very important), religio
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me, Congratulations, you didn’t turn out to be as much of a bitch as you thought you would. This really isn’t a huge accomplishment, but I do remember you always being nervous that people would never get along with you because they thought you were mean. I’m sure a great deal of this fear derived from being born in Russia. Although you came to the United States when you were five, many people treated you different from the natural born citizens. Trust me, when you are older everyone will think being a Russian is “awesome,” not something they should fear or tease you for. As you get older, you will l
Love doesn't last forever, but friendship doesDear Alexander, I read the letter you sent to me, as I read it my heart felt very pained and I wish that I could go back but I can’t. My new parents are good people and they truly treat me as their own daughter but just as something’s still missing, my light is also gone. I hope that you worry more about yourself than me and please continue and search for a new light since your old light has abandon you, thrown you into the darkness. I’m sorry but it’s the best for the both of us.Chris
You cant buy my mentality.You know, for what its worth, I have to say this,that, after everything ive been throughafter the exhaustion, that tired feeling thatonly few of us sharetheres still enough to keep me going.I may need the rest, and I may endure therestlessness, but there is no difference betweenlife getting easier, or continuing to be difficult.I struggle,like everyone else andI write, like many do (yet they refuse to admit)and I paint, I burn pages with charcoalI stain paper with ink in the form oflandscapes or trees.I drink,and I strategize the next word to illustrateno matter which pen I use.Nights of drug-addicts, keeping me updont slo
Childhood MemoryThe only thing I remember before it happened was biking down a hill near my house, seeing an old friend in a car, and waving to them. I'm not even sure that's a real memory though. She hadn't lived by us for quite a while.***Everything is fuzzy."Where is Mikhail?" I ask."I'm not gonna answer your questions anymore," my mom says. "You're being difficult."An unidentified voice pipes up, "This is actually quite common. You should try writing down the answers on a piece of paper and give him that."***A warm blanket is placed on me. I'm not sure why or how but I know that it feels wonderful. I enjoy it, although I can feel the heat s
Attack of Narcissist[edit: Just to make something clear...Having a facebook and sharing pictures, having fun, and being a human being is not the type of people this write up is directed towards. It is directed towards condescending narcissistic hipsters, who use facebook, having fun, as outlets to create an illusion they are something they are not. That is who this is directed towards.....The Hipsters.....]Now I have been noticing this for a long time now.People of my generation seem to have this idea that they are fucking awesome. We have an entire generation of people who describe themselves as being "Confident, funny, fun, smart, a nerd, cool, a hom
The Americans just got PorkedI talked about in a previous journal entry how obama's bankster thugs make money off your food stamps. The leftists made excuses as usual.There is this "tax the rich" campaign going on in America. It is everywhere, Americans are being manipulated into believing taxing the rich will fix all our debt...It wont. If you taxed all 425 billionaires in America at 100%, all that money would be gone within a year, and it would not have fixed a thing. America would then be left without it's billionaires to invest in new endeavors, and dissolving any further stimulation to the already dilapadating economy. Almost all billionaires are probably horr
The Author's SideNarrative Paragraph: The Author's SideBy Brandon BenevidesA Pen was in my hand, I had Paper in front of me on a wooden desk, and I was free to write what I desire. There was no assignment for me to do, no one's telling me what to do, and I have my imagination all to myself. I was overcome by such imagination, and I did what my heart told me to do: write. It was on that day in the late spring two years ago, that I chose to be a writer at age sixteen. It was also a sign for me that something both wonderful and developing was surrounding me. A teenager writing his first book...Never I had done before In the past was so fresh and pristine, ch
Love Letter to BreakfastDearest Breakfast,I wanted to tell you today how much I loved you. You, unlike other things in my life, never fail me if I come seeking for you. You rarely break promises, and you are always there to greet me and give me encouragement at the beginning of a rough day. Breakfast, you never anger and you never hurt me in any way. I cannot fully express my gratitude for your patience and willingness to take the brunt of my frustrations and emotions. You are truly a near perfect entity.No matter what form you take, you are always satisfying to me. I have discovered over the years that you will give me a great sense of solitude if I take the ti
It Is Not My Fault, Society Taught Me ItWe live in a hypercritical society. People are constantly judged by their intelligence, ability to conform, and their looks. Of course, partaking in sports gives one bonus points. If someone is pretty-or handsome- and intelligent, but step out of the conformity, they are ostracized. Not to mention that if someone has a mental disorder, they are considered to be pariahs. Everyone has to live up to society's standards in order to be "normal" and accepted. Thanks to the hyper criticalness of our society, I have learned that I am not "normal" and I need help and medication. Society is always making up new standards of what being pretty is, how
Ive found a place to waitThe sun rises every morning I am here,Over mountains and into the valleygradually, beams through trees and buildings.I have blues in my ears and cold hands again,Though my coffee keeps them warm,(one at a time)and the flag decides if I can see,unblinded by the lightshining over the ridge.Some nights I'm here for hours,through since midnightwreathed in smoke, aloneI disregard my inability to breathe.Oh, purple shadows and train steam, rumbling, rambling black enginesgolden cars rolling pasttell me this wooden bench will lure you forthback to me,what ever I may be waiting for.I have cotton in my journal,and a cigarette r
Jewels in the DustFlowers bloom against the harsh rain and penetrating heat of the sun. Birds chirp to welcome the day born from the cold of the night. The endless force of water flows despite its ravaged passageways. Another day, another light. Another chance for our wings to take flight. And though perhaps this has been talked about far too many times, such a topic is one that does not wear with each chance it is uttered. Instead, like the stubborn blades of grass fighting through narrow cracks of cement, it only stands much taller and becomes much brighter as its never-ending tale of hope and love changes a life one after the other. The alarm clock shriek
The Feeling of FreezingDear Santa, I am a good kid. I do good things, like that time I gave Gabby my crayons because she broke hers. Or when I helped Jane up after Mary pushed her down. I didn't mean to hurt Mary or Nancy, I swear. I have been good my whole life, I don't know why I did it. Mary was mean to me today, she spit on my hot dog and told me I wasn't pretty. She said that George likes me! George is gross, she knows that! Why would she say those things? Then Nancy sang about George and I sitting in a tree. She said I kissed him up there, I can't even climb trees. Neither can George, he broke his arm last summer trying. They were telling lies and everyone
Mind. Body. Spirit. Part 2: ThoughtsWhat do we REALLY know about our own thoughts? Well, for one, we know we can measure them. Different emotional thoughts will give out different frequencies. This is already proven. Yet, despite thoughts being measurable, there is no one specific place that holds our thoughts.So, am I saying that we create our thoughts outside our minds? No. However, it is just possible that we can create our thoughts into the outside world from our mind alone? This is going to be the subject for the next few parts of this section of lessons.We all had connections to people such as friends and loved ones. We even had connections to pets. Where you can tell
The Art of the Ego Part 1I noticed something the other day. It doesn't matter what people say most of the time. You talk or type and what happens? Pretty much nothing, half the time, and in terms of what probably most of my watchers go through, as well as myself, if it is religious related, what happens? You get the trolls that need to write a book as a response, as if they didn't read a single word you said. They don't listen to you, they wait to jump down your throat.So, with this said, I want to talk to you guyseses about how to not only handle people, but also how to get people to like you. Before I do so though, this is meant for real life situations.First t
Pro Life - Pro ChoiceI often hear arguments based off this. Are you Pro Life or Pro Choice? Back when I was younger, I would be on to participate in these arguments, taking one side and assuming the other was always false. But, as of late, I have become more and more logically opened. And it made me think... isn't this argument just two sides of the same coin?What I mean by this is as follows. If you CHOSE to go with an abortion, it was your CHOICE. But if you CHOSE to not have an abortion... it was your CHOICE. So there is no such thing as Pro Life, there is ONLY Pro Choice, because EVERYTHING you DECIDE to do.. is your CHOICE. It's all the same coin here. Spl
Mind. Body. Spirit. Part 1Mind. Body. Spirit.It's with these three I will start my series on Spirit Science. As this is new to me and I didn't grow up with it, I am still learning, like you.Mind, Body and Spirit. What is so special about these three things? Well, they are quite literally the sacred trinity to all of life. We can't have life without even ONE of these missing. No mind, we will be brainless. No body, we will be useless. And with no spirit, we will be hollow husks with a single goal in life, and that's to survive just to die.What makes this world as negative as it is today (examples later) is that we only understand Mind and Body. Modern day science
Phoenix from the AshesPhoenix can be a lot. First of all, in ancient times he was used as a sign or omen in many cultures and countries, e.g. Greece, Egypt, Ancient Rome, China, Theban, the Hebrews, Mexico, the Orient and as well in Christianity. For some of them the Phoenix even was a god.The Phoenix is a symbol of immortality and of resurrection. The origin of its name comes from a Greek word which refers to the coulour of fire: red. According to legend, the Phoenix died and resuscitated in the purifying fire.According to the belief of different countries the Phoenix shows the appearance of different birds. In Greek and Egpytian mythology it was a heron. In
Days of No Regrets by C.A. Glawson II"Days of No Regrets"© 2012 C.A. Glawson IINo regrets, this day was filled with the heat, I can remember. Autumn skies at night become clear in this cold, September. My heart; beating with blood and cheeks that run with tears.Day by day, but best advice you can take when facing fears.No regrets, but past is a documentation of what built you up. With less than thirty, I felt empty and lost but you filled my cup.This is how a man decides his path; consider a stalled out life.It was in the beginning, escape the lands with your single knife.No regrets, for a drifting person who is lost but has ambition.It was a shock, th
Ketamine and the Dead RabbitI can't remember the last time I heard crying, actual crying. I've heard the angry screams that come in tandem with mascara tears and hair pulling in the queues outside of nightclubs. I've heard the confused whines that come with the paranoia of too much powder or too many pills. I've heard the boisterous bellows of fat shirtless men, pounding their sagging chests and masking hopelessness in masculinity as they challenge their rivals. But I wouldn't classify any of the above as actual crying, not wet sobbing and weeping in despair. But when I wake up, that's exactly what in hear. It's this weird choking sound – like there's a cork stuck
Mother DearestDear mom, When you tell me where I went wrong, how I gave up became socially awkward. When you tell me I'm a sin because I don't like what you like, because I'm depressed, because I'm not you. When you tell me you wish I wasn't born, I bow my head and bite my cheek, silently replying "I wish I wasn't either." Thank you for your encouragement mother, Your daughter who will ultimately fail you in life.
Les Sorcieres - des Femmes Malignes?Il ne faut pas associer la figure de la sorcière telle qu'on la rencontre dans les légendes, les contes et les mythes - aux atrocités des chasses aux sorcières du Moyen Âge et de la Renaissance en Europe. D'innombrables peuples croient aux sorcières et au caractère démonique de certaines femmes, considérées comme cannibales, magiciennes, meurtrières et destructrices de la puissance masculine. Ces images de sorcières symbolisent toute la force négative de la femme, telle qu'elle est fantasmée par l'homme dans son besoin de réassurance sexuelle et d'identité masculi
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