Gensouある物は前から見るとありふれる後ろから見て一生覚えAru mono waMae kara miru toArifureruUshiro kara miteIsshou oboeCertain thingsWhen one looks at them from the frontOrdinaryLook from behindA lifetime memory
Haru春を待つ冬のお終い見えぬ月窓から日差しなおも目覚めぬHaru wo matsuFuyu no oshimaiMienu tsukiMado kara hizashiNao mo mezamenuWaiting for springWinter's endThe moon that can't be seenSunlight through the windowBut still not waking me up
Kachi見えぬ物常に見落とす気付いたら持つその価値は一番高いMienu monoTsune ni miotosuKidzuitaraMotsu sono kachi waIchiban takaiThings we can't seeWe constantly overlookWhen we noticeThe value they holdIs the highest
Yukibana春らしく暑くなるはず木の下で杯を見て落ちた雪花Haru rashikuAtsuku naru hazuKi no shita deSakazuki wo miteOchita yukibanaLike spring should beIt should be becoming warmUnder a treeLook at the sake cupA fallen snowflake
Kareha咲いた花ゆっくり落ちて枯葉なり心の雨を辛く降らせるSaita hanaYukkuri ochiteKareha nariKokoro no ame woTsuraku furaseruBloomed flowerSlowly fallingBecomes a dry leafThe rain inside my heartIt painfully brings
Te咲くその木春風に舞う緩めた手抱きしめ止めた探しても無駄Saku sono kiHarukaze ni mauYurumeta teDakishime tometaSagashitemo mudaThis blooming treeDancing in the spring windThe hand I've loosenedCeased to embrace meIt's futile even if I search for it
Mangetsu no Yoru迫る影闇の世界は黙り込む短い夜に満月を聞くSemaru kageYami no sekai waDamarikomuMijikai yoru niMangetsu wo kikuApproaching shadowWorld of darknessSinks into silenceIn a short nightListening to the full moon
Futsuu no Hi普通の日水に映った笑い顔特別な日についに変わったFutsuu no hiMizu ni utsuttaWaraigaoTokubetsu na hi niTsui ni kawattaAn ordinary day,On the water reflectedA smiling face,To a special dayIt finally changes
Kazari偽物の笑顔の飾り音もなく涙を流す清水と共にNisemono noEgao no kazariOto mo nakuNamida wo nagasuShimizu to tomo niAn imitatedSmile decorationSoundlesslyShedding tearsAlong with spring water
Karegoe嗄れ声で口ずさむ歌木を泣かすそれでもなぜか涙流せぬKaregoe deKuchizusamu utaKi wo nakasuSoredemo nazekaNamida nagasenuWith a hoarse voiceHummed songMakes a tree cryAnd yet for some reasonI can't shed tears
I Built A HouseI built a houseOf stone and sweatLoftily held togetherBy thousand of memories.Every creviceEvery crackWithin my stone stock-holdHeld some piece of meAnd I hopedIt would hold you too,That it would embrace youAnd you would see the beautyTo be found in its stony armsCracks and crevices.And though try as I amThis isn't what you seeWhat your willing to believe.All you see are stone wallsSurrounding an empty placeBlocking your view of the sea.I built a houseOf stone and sweatMeant solelyTo hold you close to me,Meant to be a homeFor our hearts with windowsSo we could alwaysView our sea.But instead I built wallsAnd a house of stone and sweatAnd forgotTo build you a home.
Ano oka deあの丘で紙で作った飛行機は桜に落ちた探している子Ano oka deKami de tsukuttaHikouki waSakura ni ochitaSagashiteiru koOn that hillA paper-madeAir-planeFell in the cherry blossomsA searching child
Ikusa忍び泣き帰らぬ息子戦の世奥さんと飯冷たくなったShinobi nakiKaeranu musukoIkusa no yoOkusan to meshiTsumetaku nattaQuiet weepingSon not coming backWorld of battlesWife and mealBecame cold
Karasu黒の髪烏のような一つだけ飛べない鳥だまた会えるかなKuro no kamiKarasu no you naHitotsu dakeTobenai tori daMata aeru ka naBlack hairLike a crowOnly oneFlightless birdI wonder if I'll meet you again
Le champ d'anthemisJe me suis damnée pour être la seule,Renonçant à une vie bénie de mille douceursPour l'exclusivité de tes caresses élyséennes. Seule sur cette croix à subir le poids de tes péchés ;Je suis piégée dans la prison d'argile de ton coeurOù, éprise d'amour pour toi, je convulse à l'agonie.D'anthémis, me voilà réduite en martyr -Le doux silence du vent balaye les pétales sans vie du champEt, dans un vif vacarme, voici le sinistre cortègeQui pour moi se remet à chanter l'ode funèbre.
gossamer, and yousome people(the lucky ones)get songs stuck in their heads.i, on the other hand,am left with wordsthat beat incessantly againstthe confines of my brain.last week, it was "gossamer."i thought it was whimsical;that was pleasant.i saw the wordevery which way i turned: a gossamer veil of sunlight, a silk shirt like gossamer, a spider hanging by a thread of it.i hate the word now,with all its whimsy washed away;the hard g is too harsh and garishagainst the roof of my mouth,the double s too serpentine.it feels numbingly stiff on my tongue,like some sort of linguistic anomaly,a could-be word that really shouldn't be.today, it was your name.(i never thoughtproper nouns counted, butevidently, they do.)i didn't see you as much as i heard you,somewhere,in the whistling of the breezeor the creaking of the hardwood floors.your imposing yet warm presencehovered somewherenear the nape of my neck.i admit that somewherein the recesses of my mind,i ho
Hearts Never Belong To TwoBrazen skin.Under the cracks I see silk;Rusted and darkened, breaking at the seams.The feeling is similar, but within the grooves,Running my fingers along a familiar plane, I become lost,Confused;Naked against the differences.But I submerge deeper, looking for discrepancies.Same eyes, same mouth, same voice:Old-age antiquities, invaluable to me.But the silver tongue doesn’t divert me.Soft spoken,Words pour into my ears.Persuasion is the greatest weapon, lies like poison.The bombardment insistent, the damage invisible.But secrets float to the surface.And hearts,Beating blood or bile,Never belong to two.
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov TwinsI have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
There isThere is; Joy in your laughter, music in your voice Dance in your step, confidence in your stride Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embraceNothing quite compares
Parents In A Nutshell"Can we-""Nope""But I-""Nope."
Can We"Can we fly?""We can jump."
To My RapistYou killed yourself the other daybecause you were finally going to jailfor what you did to meand countless other kidsand let me tell youhow livid that makes me.I hate the fact that you stolemy virginity from me.I hate that you’re not getting whatyou deserve.I hate that you tookthe coward’s way out.But most of allI hatethat I didn’t get the chanceto forgive youand for thatI’m sorry.
A Beautiful Disaster Waiting To HappenLock our secret and keep it golden,Don't share it to all until we're olden.Its dangerous darling, cause once its out,There'll be nothing at all to smile about.They'll spread such lies like daggers through,Ours hearts so soft, hurtfully so true.They're cruel souls cloaked with trust,So keeping this secret is such a must.We're on the edge of a storm, on the brink of fitYet that's just the way I'll always want it.You know heartbreak is what they're after,So wont you be my lovely disaster?
InsanityThe sound of your voiceHaunts me in my restless sleepTime leaves, why can't I?
Dream of youI dream of youonly to wake upalone
No FunIt can not be doneThis life is no longer funJust hand me the gun
Ake (Scarlet)叫ぶばら汚い景色遠い海朱に染まってきれいになったSakebu baraKitanai keshikiTooi umiAke ni somatteKirei ni nattaA shouting roseDirty sceneryA distant seaCovered in bloodBecame beautiful