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|Posted by: AncestralHamster Sep 14 2005, 09:35 AM|
| [Irish Haiku]
There was a young gold-digging tart,
With a lump of coal for a heart.
From perverted old men,
She would extort her yen,
'Till her sensei gave her a start!
|Posted by: VRMaster Sep 14 2005, 09:43 AM|
Looking for escapes from truth
|Posted by: Haldane Sep 14 2005, 10:44 AM|
| True oblivion.
Student coaxing furtive yen.
|Posted by: Rapierman Sep 14 2005, 04:28 PM|
| What are the problems
of today's wierd universe
compared to my own?
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru Sep 14 2005, 09:54 PM|
| Detached from the world
Untethered to things of Earth
Crow's cry lifts the fog?
|Posted by: Mae Sep 15 2005, 03:03 PM|
| Brooding thoughts pass through
This landscape full of wonders
Gives no distraction
|Posted by: superhmgamer Sep 15 2005, 03:21 PM|
| Difference suceeds
And I still don't care
|Posted by: Teddy-Werebear Sep 15 2005, 08:59 PM|
| Largo walks upset
Through chaotic combat scene
Finds Junko bad girl
|Posted by: snark Sep 15 2005, 10:57 PM|
| [irish haiku]
Fie! on all of these sentai in view
(Even though they are terribly few)!
You can keep minty-green,
Mauve and pink sparkly sheen,
Largo's naught but the deepest of blue.
[!haiku]I know I'm late, but... well... the next comic isn't up yet... [/!haiku]
|Posted by: Small Pink Mouse Sep 16 2005, 12:49 AM|
| Gloom blinds the l33t senses.
Even so, small evils call out
that can't be passed by.
|Posted by: Shoka Sep 16 2005, 01:31 AM|
It seems everyone's down on poor Junko,
But it may prove to be only bunko;
Could it be this Lolita
Will turn out to be a
Young girl who'll be calling out "Uncle"?
|Posted by: l337 w4rr10r Sep 16 2005, 03:15 AM|
Through the busy streets
Walks a hurt and jaded man
Found by a student
(Not haiku, but thought I could add it anyway)
In a land fare from home
He walks the streets of chaos
Through the night he was not shown
The light to guide him past this
Absent to him the struggles around
Lost in his thoughts of the long day past
Near the end he has been found
By a child who wears as mask
He still stands on foreign ground
Will she guide him past this
|Posted by: Rowan Bristol Sep 16 2005, 10:11 PM|
| The colorless void
misery is meaningless
a splash of panic