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
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
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
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
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
Koori水たまり上に氷や触れた時冷たい感じ涙も氷MizutamariUe ni koori yaFureta tokiTsumetai kanjiNamida mo kooriA puddleAbove - the iceWhen one touches itA cold feelingTears as well - ice
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
Shiranu jibun戦場に壊れた武器で潔く両手で襲う知らぬ自分をSenjou niKowareta buki deIsagiyokuRyoute de osouShiranu jibun woOn the battlefieldWith a broken weaponManlyBoth-handedly attacksUnknown self
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
Tea BrownIt was all about finding those edges where the shore mettook a trip at first, a little dip to test the water, tea-brown and murkybut swimming was easy and keeping one hand on landwas like trying to climb a mountain of sandand the tide, a rip, took us out to seaIt was all about keeping your head above the waterbecause you'd never see the monsters underneath in that lightless placebut they could only get you when you got tired orwhen it got too hard to escape that placedeep-space diving got dangerousIt was all about coming up for air to fill your lungsand trying to keep the hair out of your eyes even though you couldn't seeit felt safer, like running at night, faster and silentbut the only way was down and deepwith all the added weightIt was about remembering what floating was like back when you could alwaysput your feet down and walk out when you were done swimmingor when the water got too cold or when you just neededto get someplace dry but now every direction isthe
Lately, the waitHighway traffic, seamless like the skiesof October; distant lights foretella visitor.A gush of wind, a magnolia laden threshold.Another blackout.We sharethemuch sought afterlunacy.[Lunar/lunatic]
One of those NightsThe morning sunbeams through the front windshieldlike an intruder:brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake.Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray,parked at the back endof some ghetto ass neighborhoodwondering what the hell you did the night before.It's like trying to remember wordsyou haven’t written yet.One thing is for certain:a little bit of rope goes a long way,but a lot of ropewill hang you.
Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a worldof coupon clippings, muffled earsand tip toeing around broken glass.Bruised feelings towards the worldthat looked so narrow and thin;Felt like a resolutely locked door.Always grasping for the heavenswith a desire and ferocityof piercing iron claws.Dominating the skies with all thebulk and majesty of a bird of prey.Boxed in at one corner of a city;dusty and forgotten.Yet, always guaranteed to be visibleat night. Raging quietly throughthe darkness like the last bit of emberson the end of her stamped cigarette butt.Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip musicand fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barrendesert of chain convenience stores and drearyapartment blocks she called home.Beautiful young womenclink marble china together, bobblingaround each other like planets bobblingaround the sun; All struggling for recognitionand permanence. All the while, defiantly staringinto the face of the force that ga
Girl Leaving a Barthe wind picked paceshe could feel the soundof the music, verydistant nowhe was telling herabout his sisterfingers slidingthrough her hairlike watersaying, "You remind me,""You remind me."it was too earlyfor springbare branchesstir with a suddenturn of crooked fingersas a car passes,shedding lighton broken glasslast night she dreamedof lions
AA 26when i grow up, not everything will be beautiful.we, us, you and me, they won't be simple termsbut more like impossible math problems wherex= you and y= me, z is all the times i have to derail a trainof thought, m is the number of times i wish you were my last first kiss and we'll throw n in there as that onevariable we don't fucking know that keeps us from equaling us.we'll end up making a very dangerous alphabet soup,but leave out the vowels, they always tasted rather bitterwhen we were children and i doubt that will changein any future. i'll tell you a secret, happiness can be a rather deceptive bitch, especially when we become math problems,statistics, numbers. but secrets, they fall on deaf ears because you never listen, and you never changeso i'll just sit here and paint my toes various bright colors you always hatedwhile you learn the names of girls in moviesand business management, but don't worr
Fragile--FFM Day 7Lindsey Stirling blared from my ear buds and I bobbed my head, furrowing my brow. My hand was shoved deep into my purse, searching for my keys. Instead, I found receipts from the Stone Age, a collection of seashells from last year's vacation, and enough pepper spray to blind at least twenty bears.Frustrated, I dumped my portable landfill on the welcome mat; lipstick tubes and loose change bounced across the wood and disappeared, lost beneath the porch. Spreading objects out with my hands, I sighed. No keys. "Damn it all to Hell and back ag--"Glancing up, the box near my door caught my eye. Wrapped with neon-colored paper, a large skull-and-crossbones bow held a handwritten "FRAGILE" note in place. The colors were garish, clashing with the ivory siding. Wrinkling my nose, I pulled the package toward me, keys forgotten. The paper was slick, slipping against the pads of my fingertips like silk. Examining the box, I flipped the "FRAGILE" note over--and gasped.Yanking the ear
The Craven: A Parody of PoeOnce upon a court inquiry, while my witness plead sincerely,Over whether or not he witnessed a murder on a mansion floor,While I prodded, nearly smacking, suddenly there came a cracking,As of someone's neck snapping, snapping behind the courtroom door."Tis some murderer," I muttered, "whacking behind the courtroom door.Only this and nothing more."Ah, we linked the oft dismembered mobsters of a chic September,Yes, the mob's each dying member spilt their guts upon the floor.Eagerly I swished espresso on the morn I named the torso,She who until late fought escrow, clauses, deeds, and more.A wry and wise defense attorney whose office door had read 'Dior.'Jobless here for evermore.And the sulking, sad and witless weeping from each extra witness,Chilled, fulfilled me, raging 'tween the jury's and the judge's snores.Yet now to hush my unbelieving mind, standing there conceiving:"Tis some nameless witless witness bleeding 'hind the courtroom door,Some late nameless witless witn
tell a liei. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their sizethey tumble through sharp mountains but they never, ever stopii. i can rush and pick up sediments and disperse them where i wishiii. i'm lying -i knew you saw it anyway,there's seaweed in my fingernailsand salt on my breath
MerlotYou are defined by the women you take home.I still smell the flood of 212that washed from her neck to your fingerslike a wave caused by the convergenceof what was mine with who I wasn't.You looked better disheveled,hair splattered across my stomach,reading about the places you hid yourselfbefore you met me.But then a woman with race-track curvessat on your lap at lunchand whispered"a real lover never lets you finish the bottlealone".
stars only die from drug overdoses.there's a boy i knowwho used to swallow coinslike hard candy;tree sapstuck to his chinfrom my own hands,Septemberlucid in our lungsand the roada blur from our sadistic words.he doesn't believe in hellandneither do i.but i believe in the stars and i want to know what happens to themwhen they die.
leap through eternityi will sink my teeth into a supernovato let the stardust andcosmosslide down my parched throat andwash over my intestines,like a pebbledrowning in the sound--
HaikuWriMo1Church spire, stretching,weds the moon.2Slate skyand a heavy heat;collapsing.3Embroidered stars—celestial needlework.4Fairy wrens:steeds of elven knights,armoured all in blue.5Raindrops—wet wings,startled honeybee.6Huntsmanupon orange glass:a specimen, fossilisedin amber.7Scarred grape,veined in gold—kintsugi.8White blossoms,fallen like snowdrops.9Eagle in flight,great wings cradlingthe half-moon.10Pastel sun,peeking from a soft,smoky grey duvet.11The world settles;the heavens awaken—storm.12Black swans:two arrows in tandem.13Mirror-verse—sunset’s reflection,river-bound.14The yellow of anold book:crinkled paper moon.15Tangled in old web—a spider, noosed.16Rough brushstrokesof a smudged landscape:Impressionism.17Giant’s treasure:pot of molten goldspilledalong the treetops.18Raindropslike gemstones,flinging light.
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence, and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears nocruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth / //was queried due to Perfection's birth./<
Letter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.I want to tell youthat this grief is temporary,that even if you feel lost,you are not a ship adriftwithout a crew.But darling, grief stillsits heavy on my tongue andI will not lie to you. [Grief gathers at the back of my mouth and renders me useless on days that feel like the day she died, my limbs heavy, my heart sore.]Instead I am going to tell youthat grief is not the last thingyou will ever feel;there will still berumpled sheets and lazy smiles,your fingers will still findmy naked waist beneath the blanketsand mine will still fit neatly betweenthe knobs of your spine.We will still drink too much coffee,smoke too many cigarettes, and love withurgency but not with haste.I will sit with your grief,as you have sat with mine andwe will be okay.
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