Literally someone else's anon asking the most casual conceivable question: Everyone should have a favorite poet!!
My social anxiety for no reason whatsoever: OH GOD OH NO WE WERE SUPPOSED TO CARE THAT MUCH OH NO WE CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE WORDS TO OUR FAVOURITE POEM AND IT'S A FUCKING HAIKU WE'RE GOING TO DIE
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The fuck do you want
I can’t make fucking haikus
Just piss off already
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Five years since the haiku party here in the Stargate fandom that @nicehatgeorgia randomly started.
Five years since I distracted myself from my (six days late) waters breaking/contractions with Sam/Jack haiku.
My child is now five,
Fire and lightning unbottled.
Wonders never cease.
And now it's five seconds since I wrote one. XD
Still can't believe my youngest is turning five. If time could slow down please, I'd appreciate it.
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i’ve told this story but when i was in year four the best teacher i’ve ever had got frustrated by the fact that we weren’t having science lessons— we were a tiny rural catholic primary school, and the woman who taught science came in from offsite up until i guess she couldn’t be bothered anymore. and so my teacher sought to compensate through what i imagine were varied means, but what i remember is the two consecutive days where he passed the butcher on the way into work and brought us a) a pig bone and then b) a cow heart, which he hacked open with one of the woodwork saws we never used and encouraged us all to touch marrow and flesh respectively
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you think they don't know
how you feel. but they know how
you feel. pain is pain.
ME
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so turns out im cool now due to my post about haiku bot my beloved holy wow
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ppl who are like “there’s no way sokka’s art skills would improve, he’s ontologically bad at art” ummmm. dude. you realize that this is the mary sue of hobbies, right? this guy could out-westley westley. he would develop an immunity to iocane powder in less than a week because he’s just that prodigious. he became a kyoshi warrior who could best their leader in a matter of hours, and this was the first time he had ever trained in his life with an actual teacher and opponent. he mastered the sword in one day, if we’re to take piandao’s word for it (and considering his name is literally sword, he is clearly an expert). sokka looked at the rough schematics for hot air balloons after the eminent inventor in the world had spent who knows how long not able to get his idea to actually work like “uhhh…. this may sound obvious, but have you tried a lid???” he has borderline supernatural aim with a boomerang. he was dropped into a haiku battle knowing nothing about the form, and not only beat the leader of ba sing se’s premier haiku club, but also chose, completely unnecessarily, to make each verse rhyme. if he actually sat down and practiced drawing, maybe with some instruction from a trained artist, or easier beginner’s materials than ink and a brush (you’ve all seen my art, and I still cannot paint with ink and a brush), I think sokka would easily be able to produce a work on par with (if not superior to) the mona lisa by the following morning.
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