|Printable Version of Topic
Click here to view this topic in its original format
|Megatokyo Forums > Story Discussions > [Haiku] 865 Wrong Answer|
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru Jun 6 2006, 08:13 AM|
| They disregard me
Seeing nothing but their need
|Posted by: rufiangel Jun 6 2006, 08:42 AM|
Disappointment floods my mind;
I lose my will and retreat.
Forbidden hope springs
Blind to her meaning.
This is what they want.
Heart and skirt fall like iron.
|Posted by: TibbyMSTie Jun 6 2006, 09:10 AM|
Hangs in the air like thick fog
She feels her way out
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru Jun 6 2006, 01:45 PM|
| Tilting at windmills
See my suffering! Hear me!
They stay mute, unmoved
|Posted by: quikwit47 Jun 6 2006, 02:09 PM|
| Not underwear but
a truth of human nature
is revealed here today
|Posted by: Temenus Jun 6 2006, 02:54 PM|
| Mushrooms after rain
Lenses appear, everywhere
They are just as deaf
/Temenus, who concidered 5+7+4 repetitions of "Shff" followed by a single "faf!" but found is somewhat lacking...
|Posted by: uberlegen Jun 6 2006, 03:40 PM|
| She thought that they'd see,
And notice their obsession,
Point made, lesson learned.
|Posted by: AkaiLady Jun 6 2006, 03:50 PM|
| Like a candle light,
Her point and hope were snuffed out.
"Maybe I was wrong."
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru Jun 7 2006, 12:10 AM|
| Insectile, greedy
They take till she has nothing
Leaving a dead shell
|Posted by: Shoka Jun 8 2006, 12:44 AM|
the webs of worshipping fans
are littered with lifeless husks.
As she raises her skirt up her thighs,
Every fanboy locks lenses and eyes
On the cloth that conceals,
Because what the girl feels
Is irrelevant, next to the prize.
Nanasawa, you can't hope to tame
Such a crowd just by naming their game;
Cows know they're bovine,
And mules, asinine,
And a fanboy knows nothing of shame.
|Posted by: Small Pink Mouse Jun 8 2006, 01:04 AM|
| Tactics do matter.
Tantrums do not replace thought.
Anger led to rout.
|Posted by: NekuraEtowaru Jun 8 2006, 07:57 AM|
| [!Haiku] I got rengaed by Shoka!!! *squee* [/!Haiku]
The petals wilted
The rose bows its crimson head
As the bees circle