That's cheating! >M#

What? no drows?

It's a little like being drunk. Ta-ha! I'm so cultured and witty! Anyway, Haikus with five-syllable words rock.

i wonder who's retarded evil twin this is...da..oh..ah..nevermind

Do you ever maybe refference David Eddings, because I'm J.R'd out already, and I just got here.

or never cum at all...i came...

Umm.. Yes? ... Squeezed?

Are Haikus supposes to have capitalization? If so, then yu gots some 'splaining to do, Lucy!!!

not evey single poem a person writes has to make sense. so in a way this poem is a misuse of language but if you look at it in a certain way you would see that it is not meant to make sense and i dont think it ever will

the spooning, or the pharmocueds and porn..well..we could learn something from one anothers nude bent to comfort sentiments as far as the spooning goes, and the other answer would be cuz the re(pub)licans are in office, and we know how they feel about abortions and petty drug arrests, not to (overall point is sexy porn stars are afraid to knock boots and get loaded due to late night abuse by undersexed fossil fuel lobbyists. shit! none of that made a bit of sense did it..okay i'll settle for 'why not'?...speaking of settle..wonder where he's been hiding lately?

i have come back to apologize and re-read this, i was a bit immature and judgemental with my prior assesment. i'm sorry. in all dire irony i now know that i have become what i despised the most, so buried by my own lies and choices, the reasoning behind my drive and dedication to life, literature, and love have fallen prey to my childish insecurities and lack of integrity...i have unfortunately become my asp tongued mother without really even having met her (except for the 8 months in hawaii when i was five) i have been escaping ever since in one form or another, and in all honesty i'm afraid to appreciate myself and living. i hurt everyone who loves me regardless of my pitfalls, because i apparently feel that i don't deserve to be loved. i think this haiku has come back to haunt me in a way i no longer choose to discuss. once again, i'm sorry.

you must have minored in creative writing and meteorology, cuz that's exactly as it happens. i've graphed it complete with a detailed outline that accompanies.

good, i hope so...shell tricks are notoriously fast and arousing!

you are a cheeky devil..i like that seven oclock bit..way to through off the blood hounds..you're a crafty mick that's for certain, i think it was rather 5 hours earlier than seven..then again i am a paranoid insomniac.maskless and subject now to natural erosion. damn. good nite

"nice poem"maintains it's own presence well. well..well enough..7/10

Ohh! Cougers!

I think the text of this Haiku keenly mirrors the creative process that birthed it. In both cases, of course, you end up with the same result. =b

I'm gonna guess that it's a "drug thing", friend.

Damned mouse. Damned coy mouse.

ok, but then im going to bed, its 7 in the morning.