Japanese Tanka game

LoL Oh great, a real easy one then. :p Hmm...

Picking up pieces
of hard and slippery rind
Pavement splashed with wax
A light rain falls, white streamers
hang soggy on dead branches

TOPIC -- eggs

Rotten and crum'bly
The nasty boiled egg smells.
And makes me vomit.
My mother always makes eggs,
But thats why she is a ****.

I gave up on that one.

Bone Surgery

i read somewhere that in tanka, each line is stand alone, makes sense of its own but together they flow into one.. is it? feels that will be cute if we cud,,

i am not going
a heart gift-wrapped lie here
my girl’s birthday bash
pulled out his rib for her
an apple for a precious bone

topic : ancestor

My mind holds the brush
The darkness is my canvas....
I... am history.
I am like those before me...
My mind the the devil's playground.

That^^^ was my first personal experience kind of poem. Actually more personal than I have ever been. I tried to make each line stand alone, but it is really ha.rd

How about innocence lost, and again, run with it.

That's a good point, Rocksea. I had heard that before, but I forgot. Thanks :)

And RH, that was beautiful! Why haven't you written poetry before? It's about darn time! :D

In Stealing Beauty
The girl in her wisdom seeks
The perfect time to
Unburden herself of her
Pristine stifling innocence

Topic: Journeying

Hehe :D I still haven't seen that movie.

The unreachable
There, just beyond my view
I know it must be
My gaze fixed, I'm still going
Don't look back. Don't look inside

TOPIC -- Collapse

From the inside I
Create a tension, vacuum,
That holds together
All that the world sees as me.
One day it will all collapse.

Topic: storm at sea

Calm blue slides and sinks
To plummet into the trough
Cruel, gnashing jaws
Eyes rage and drown all they see
The mind, like a wave, stands still

TOPIC -- leaves opening on trees

i come, go always
forget to watch life in-out
it is spring here now
cherry blossoms allover
let life blossom in me soft

topic : your mother

My mother abroad,
A Jekyll and Hyde woman.
I like this distance
That separates us from one
Another. It lets me breathe.

Topic: Pain

razors shoved up my
spine twist...and deaden, burn; they
numb my world. i fall.
demolition abounds - so
desolate where he once played.

yerch. i channeled my 26-year-old self there.

topic: healing

Unending cycle
Scratch the itch is all there is
Heal it up again
Taunting cancer deep inside
Won't heal into nice white lines


TOPIC -- forgetting