sometimes you break
your back
and at going home time….
Category Archive: Tanka
it looks good,
it tastes good,
it feels good…
I really wonder,
if all those people who grew,
into myths later…
Just because we can,
have everything in wired bytes,
doesn’t mean we can’t…
When you look backwards,
to how it began back then,
I would never say…
A small flower blooms,
struggle, struggle, stretch and reach,
the sun calls above…
It feels so often,
like stories are just escapes,
taken to hide out…
If you want to be,
someone in the public eye,
then showing yourself…
I am eons deep
in oxygen
and I am drowning…
Will leave you sore,
all those branches poking deep
into the emotions you don’t talk about…
