When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
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Breaking from the branch, Unwilling to be the next Nail flattened. Free fall. I have actually studied Japanese culture in high school and culture. As I was brainstorming for visual haiku ideas I came across this leaf image. The Japanese expression that goes something to the effect of - the nail that sticks out must be hammered down - floated to my brain's surface. I thought this little leaf was a great image to rival it. This is the other visual haiku poem I created for ~moyanII's Visual Haiku contest. The other one I created is here. The style of mine was inspired by one of the examples, which was done by *HaikuKitty and can be seen here. I really enjoyed doing this and think I may do more even after the contest is over. The leaf image is a part of *PrintsForLit's wonderful stock gallery for the literature community and can be found here. It was originally created by ¢mynti. |
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Good luck on the competition.
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"I'm trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things I wish I'd wrote" ~The Format's "I'm Ready I Am"
Joy
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"I'm trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things I wish I'd wrote" ~The Format's "I'm Ready I Am"
Joy
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we were across the room from each other. it was sunday, it was crowded. the shops were roiling with people in screaming lookatme colours. a swelling drone-murmur was our blanket.our eyes met. we stared.
then we looked away.
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"I'm trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things I wish I'd wrote" ~The Format's "I'm Ready I Am"
Joy
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