Original Horror Poetry

Tanka Time: Remorse

I can no longer
tell what time of day it is;
I no longer sense
what is right or what is wrong.
I merely roam Blood filled streets....

Mutely I scream with
The pain of vicious death and
Repugnant decay;
Not comprehending what has
Befallen me here today....

Who am I really?
I no longer know or care.
I only know I
Don't want to be here this way;
an empty shell of remorse....

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Original Horror Poetry

Tanka Time: Transformation

How did I get here?
Is that blood staining my hands?
And who’s this person
that lays bleeding at my feet?
...is he meat for me to eat??

I can’t think or talk
I can barely walk at all
-I’m sooooo hungry and
The F’n body calls me
like a dinner bell for hell!

Have you missed out on my first Tanka Time installment? Well worry not! You can read it here!

Original Horror Poetry

It’s Tanka Time! The Birth of a Zombie

I have two particularly favorite past times, and thought I would combine them for the amusement of everyone myself. It is not something that will be able to be done in one post. And depending on my imagination, it could drag on for months! But it's a challenge I present to myself, and I am rather anxious to see how it will develop.

Two of my favorite pastimes: zombies and poetry. Yup. You heard me right. Poetry. And what I have decided to do is write poetry about a zombie. I do not have this zombie formed in my mind as of yet; I am hoping to develop him/her/it as I go along, and the mood strikes to be captivatingly prolific (this is obviously not one of those moods, but I will have them!)

So - you already know it will be about a zombie. The poem format of choice will be the Tanka. For those of you not familiar with Tankas, it is a Japanese form of poetry that consists of 5 lines. The 1st and 3rd line are 5 syllables each, and the 2nd and last two lines are each 7 syllables. Whether or not the lines rhyme is optional.

My game plan is that eventually all the Tankas will be able to chain together to form a story. The story of my zombie. And here is the first installment. -------------------------->>>

Who is this person
lumbering slowly towards me?
Why does he bite me
and why (oh shit!) does it sting!?!

...I don’t want to die like this...

Why am I so sick?
What was that thing that bit me?

...my body is rotting...

I can’t eat and I can’t sleep.
To this I concede defeat.