Inspired! Possibly. Keeping my hand in, if you prefer.
I developed a taste for Haiku because I like structure; rules; whatever. I like to mess around within an established "form" of words. I started doing them extemperously for an L5R tabletop, and I still do them from time to time. Make no mistake; they are not (as far as I know) "proper" Haiku. I like the conept, though; they have to be quick, written based on syllable count, with a minimum of editing, which is the way I like to work. This is a 5/7/5 syllable count which is the frame I usually use, and rarely achieve. Course it's not proper Haiku because they're verses and not self-contained. But it's the thought that counts.
As with almost everything I write and have written, it's meant to be read aloud (you can tell how it's intended to sound by being aware of the syllable count). Or possibly put into a Valentine's Day Card, posted anonymously through someone's letter box.
Erotic Romance/Twenty-First Century Love/And Impulse Control
Often, I want to
Drive a sharpened screwdriver
Into your left eye.
I imagine it,
Bursting and dribbling down your
Stupid fucking face.
I can see it now,
And my lips pressed to your cheek,
Kissing you deftly.
Twisting the metal,
Scraping raw blade on rough bone,
Passionate exchange.
Straining to hear you
(Holding you against my chest),
Shudder and exult.
This being real life,
I lack the right tool and so,
Nodding, walk past you.
Is your life empty,
Knowing how close you have come
To my modern love?
Be honest. Is it too Goth-Studenty?
I developed a taste for Haiku because I like structure; rules; whatever. I like to mess around within an established "form" of words. I started doing them extemperously for an L5R tabletop, and I still do them from time to time. Make no mistake; they are not (as far as I know) "proper" Haiku. I like the conept, though; they have to be quick, written based on syllable count, with a minimum of editing, which is the way I like to work. This is a 5/7/5 syllable count which is the frame I usually use, and rarely achieve. Course it's not proper Haiku because they're verses and not self-contained. But it's the thought that counts.
As with almost everything I write and have written, it's meant to be read aloud (you can tell how it's intended to sound by being aware of the syllable count). Or possibly put into a Valentine's Day Card, posted anonymously through someone's letter box.
Often, I want to
Drive a sharpened screwdriver
Into your left eye.
I imagine it,
Bursting and dribbling down your
Stupid fucking face.
I can see it now,
And my lips pressed to your cheek,
Kissing you deftly.
Twisting the metal,
Scraping raw blade on rough bone,
Passionate exchange.
Straining to hear you
(Holding you against my chest),
Shudder and exult.
This being real life,
I lack the right tool and so,
Nodding, walk past you.
Is your life empty,
Knowing how close you have come
To my modern love?
Be honest. Is it too Goth-Studenty?
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Date: 2003-11-16 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-16 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-16 05:04 am (UTC)I like it.
Can't think of any useful crit though.
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Date: 2003-11-16 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-17 02:08 am (UTC)All, as always, very much IMHO.
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Date: 2003-11-17 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-17 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-17 01:07 pm (UTC)