We all think we’re so grown up
So experienced
We know so much
And I’m so afraid
Of the day
We all find out we’re wrong
The world of seventeen
Gets more broad by forty-three
Seasons change
In a way
Where fed up
Was years ago
And snow falls
Before the sun
Gets its chance to go down
Before leaves
Even get to let go
Like the blooming
Of so many flowers
Taking place
Over so many hours
And the color
From another sunset sky
With the age
People change
Innocence fades
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Is it alright,
To be a little more awkward than I should?
I know it gets me nowhere…
But still, maybe I’ll do something right.
Doubt it–
–I don’t have the kind of personality
For that kind of luck.
Blink
Smile
Stare
Are you seeing me? The wall behind me?
Do I even care as much as I say I might?
Sure, it’d be great if something just made sense.
Something like this poem, that’s not even poetic.
I’m just writing here.
I’m just scribbling.
That’s what I do best.
Empty thoughts fill empty paper–
It looks whiter than the page I began with.
Oh, the times when words don’t even make sense anymore.
Writing, much less.
Type away, type away.
You’ll recognize it soon enough.
See it? Confidence.
Slowly peeking through the headache
Of what’s felt like a thousand days gone by.
(Everyone uses a thousand.)
I’ll be okay, in the end.
I just wish the journey could change.
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The sky is sparkling tonight.
Each crystal catches the light, dancing upon the wind, slowly swaying with the playing of the moonlight on the snowflake.
It’s cold, but I don’t care.
I might not feel my toes, my nose, or the tips of my thumbs. But for a moment, in the dark, only ever in the dark, I can feel past the trees and the glow of the buildings into something I could imagine as soothing and eternal. Wonderful wishing, this moment of grace.
Quietly my mind sweeps the area around me. I have to be alone to be so free, forgetful of being lonely. I wish my mind worked in other ways. Ways of pretty girls with flowing skirts, and eyes like the stars in the sky, the stars I can’t see through the clouds. Their laugh could make the world feel better, their smile cause time to skip its beat, until their destiny is fixed forever into stories told to make little girls snuggle down for happy dreams.
I keep my voice to myself and pull the scarf up to my eyes before I allow my arms to trail out. For a moment I watch as my warm coat melts each beautiful flake, each precious and unique flake, that might’ve been caught by a pretty girl’s lashes.
Then, I let myself begin to turn, because the sky is sparkling tonight, and I decide to feel what I could never be.
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雪景空
眠れない夜
星がない
Sekkei sora
Nemurenai yoru
Hoshi ga nai…
Snowy sky
A sleepless night
No stars…
And she returns. Sick, yes, tired, yes, back at school and already worried over work again. But in tact, with poetry at my side.
I’ve got some other stuff, so hang in there. It may have been ages since I’ve actually put something up, but the internet signal here is, well, existant.
Ciao!
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This isn’t real, even if there’s any way to prove it.
I can’t feel anything but light.
My voice is ringing out instead of falling out,
Falling away.
My mind is wandering at the speed of time
Instead of the speed of sound.
…You’ll bring me down to earth, right?
I need to go back to the laws of physics,
Where my heart wasn’t free to skip a beat.
Gravity can’t just have left,
I didn’t put springs in my shoes,
Or my heart on my sleeve.
I live a practical life
Full of practical dreams
And practical tasks.
(And I can’t even remember what those were)
I can be a happy ending,
I think, if I try hard enough–
Maybe we’ll keep this cloud, you and I, for ourselves,
And let physics find a better partner…
Maybe, yes.
Just now, one more dance.
^_^
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I think the best way to introduce this is: I don’t know. I just started writing, and here it is. Let me know if it makes any sense to you.
You seem to me to be less familiar than a butterfly
more familiar than a bee
Yeah, we’re branching out now
(I could rhyme bee with tree,
pair it with branch)
But how far from myself should I end up.
No worries, no worries, mate.
We all pull through in the end
Adaptation
I don’t wanna
But it’s okay, I’ll fit in
(Everyone’s got their way of following the trends)
Smudge your makeup, wipe it off
You look like someone I know.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
Colors colors colors
No way to mix them, no way to stop them
Fade
Let it go, let it out
What is it?
I forgot.
Right, right, so we’ll all scream anyway.
In the end what matters is that we were LOUD!
The cause isn’t enough to matter if we got it done.
I forgot.
Well, keep your chin up.
(As long as you have pretty eyes.)
Stand in line, grab a tray, fake a smile, be polite.
You know it’s so important to sit alone
Test ‘em, make them come to you
I hate being by myself
Someday you’ll
grow up
grow tired
grow old
grow apart
(I could say something about branches again.)
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Questions no one asks.
Hushed voices in a loud room.
Will anyone tell the truth?
No one calls me anymore.
Hands folded in laps.
Feet tapping against the floor.
It’s all what we saw coming.
I’ll turn off the lights.
Question me to death.
What happens to people these days?
What are these days?
What time is it?
What’s happening?
Where are we?
Who is this?
Who am I?
I promise I’ll never say a word.
Maybe we can run back.
Maybe back doesn’t exist.
I’m not the one to tell.
I’ll always wonder who is.
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I suppose it’s not all that tall.
Still, the fact I can see the city drop…
the city of lights
Shift to the left.
Hold on to the rail.
Shift to the right.
Not letting go—
Floor. Feels secure.
Still, the fact that my skirt is flying up…
listen to the music
File in line.
Hold on to your beret.
Where is everyone?
Not letting go—
Lifting up again.
Still, the fact this elevator’s so old…
watch night fall
Up through steel webbing.
Please don’t break.
It looks so fragile.
Not letting go—
Welcome to the top.
Still, it feels taller now I’m here…
soft blue sparkling
Take in the scene.
I was there this morning.
What a dream come true.
Not letting go—
It really is scary, to ride up to the top of the Eiffel, even for someone who loves heights like myself. But it’s completely worth it. Such a beautiful city. C’est magnifique.
I just found the block quote button!
Mata ashita.
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Do not, I repeat: Do not take IQ tests at 1 am. It lowers the self esteem.
A twist, a turn, jilt to the left and wind down the stairs, fix up the poster on the wall on your way down if you hit it, I always do—it’s big, but no one ever sees it until it’s been wholly introduced to their shoulder, watch out, it leaves a mark, you’ll never wash that off—are you at a gold door, cause if you are, it’s the wrong place, and probably the wrong time too, just so you know, I haven’t had any good timing lately, and that’s probably what it is, so keep going down—there we are, a big open space, right, and there’s this rushing sound, but don’t get scared, cause there’s nothing to be afraid of, because that’s what you’re looking for, that place. Where I can concentrate. Where my self lies in the middle, whispering to the rushing sound.
Whisper, whisper, whisper, and you only get the top 5 %. Watch out for the rest.
I’m going to start posting actual writing things on here.
また明日！
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