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When Once Spring Fell in Love with WinterI once knew a boy
with springtime eyes
and a smile that led up to sunshine.
He lived by a girl
who had wintery hair
and a gaze that could turn you to snow.
They met in the summer
next to the swings at the park
where the water shoots out of the ground.
And when the water flow slowed
and the autumn chill bit,
their songs blended concerto one to four.
Their two-toned chord held long enough for the storm clouds to break.
Then that girl, silly girl, with the wintery hair
met a boy who smelled just like summer
and she melted so hard and he froze up so fast,
that springtime had no time to shine.
The crestfallen boy with the springtime eyes
wilted. He almost lost his smile.
Til there came along a girl, oh, a wonderful girl,
with grace like autumn leaves falling.
Her touch, wonderful touch, caught the boy's sunshine smile
and made her sparkle like the first frost of fall.
Their stories cycled on in the years as they past, but the spring never forgot the winter.
more then wordsi love you
he said gluing the girl's head back onto her neck
and sweeping up broken pieces of plaster
scattered across the floor
i love you
he said brushing fingertips along shoulder blades
pausing at the lower back, pulling invisible strings
with his breathe lingering on her skin
i love you
he said memorizing the way she tilted her head when
brushing her teeth, numbering the freckles on her back
and considering the flavor of her favorite ice cream
i love you
said the little wildflower he left on the kitchen counter,
the gaudy ivory and emerald anniversary earrings,
and the halting poetry hanging in the hallway
i love you
he said using easy words undressed,
overflowing with realistic sentiment
and underwhelming simplicity
i love you
Blowing KissesI blow kisses at her back
She thanks me
without looking up.
She's overflowing with kisses
but all aimed away...
I circle around
Blow kisses and more kisses
that strike at the top of her head.
She looks up to hand me a folded heart and show me away
-her hand on my back-
to again aim the other way.
So I move on to another
and blow kisses in her face
She catches them, unseeing
looks at them with empty eyes
and finds some practical use,
cutting them into pieces
without a word
for some project I cannot understand.
She looks at me
but there is nothing to give back.
I remember staying up late with someone once
blowing kisses into each other,
absorbing light and throwing out more.
Smiles shared as we basked
in the inner glow we were consumed within.
it's not the same.
So I tried with him instead.
I blew him kisses that he took and then advanced
but he wasn't seeking that inner glow
and when he breaks away it's as if we never touched.
I blow him kisses,
he takes them
Allegorical Feelingindescribable, isn't it?
feverish, saturated emotions
overflowing from the inside, cannot conceal it
never wanted to try anyway
limitless sensations overwhelmingly
yearning to be touched...
i couldn't have said it better myself
licorice flavored and it sticks...
ostentatious, isn't it?
very, yes very
even if you try to hide it
desire is pouring from your eyes and emulated in your fingertips
your body is glowing with it
oh, and you're blushing
under the skin
may i? it's mouthwatering
open your eyes and look, see
every single thought...is you
Beautiful's an Oxymoron"There is something s a t i s f y i n g about squeezing someone else's pimples." He said, running his fingertips meticulously across the skin on my back. He looked for that tiny excuse to pinch me until it drew blood. His car was parked along the curb outside my house again and it was January. Which meant he reminded me again, "Salt your sidewalks, I think that ice is going to kill me someday." The kitchen is always cleaner when he's here. The faucet. I always check the faucet. If he's here it gleams brightly without flaw, mirroring my face back at me, making my nose look big. I have always wondered if that reflection was the more accurate one.
I spotted a white one on his shoulder but I didn't want to touch it.
He'd pluck out the tiny stray hairs after he shaved. I will never understand why he doesn't just shave them too. He told me I was beautiful, looking in my eyes, and I hungered for his s m o o t h
From 5 pm to 7 amThe days grow long, then get l o n g e r
Though the light of day grows shorter
And I've got to be strong, then s t r o n g e r
To survive until five without you
If the darkness is the absence of light
Then the absence of you is d a r k e r
And like a crystal to the candlelight
You are the prism that bends life into scattered rainbows
and you've saved my five to seven.
They say God gave all things o p p o s i t i o n
so when contemplating my disposition
you are the right to my wrong
and I discovered I needed you all along
because you save my five to seven.
The Addictshe craves beyond life
something out of reach
normal not enough
a world inside her head
dreams and nightmares a pleasurable escape
everyday the everyday everyday
up and down today yesterday
melting nows and nevers
vulnerable target he takes
she still craves
this marionette has no strings
dancing inanimate object
no it's not
it's not it's
n o t i m p o s s i b l e
it stops now it stops
life can begin
greatest giftmy greatest gift
scrawled across bleached pressed wood
blotched on t-shirts and jeans
stained fingers, inked eyes
disconnect from today
reality lost in dreams
life passes by
my greatest curse
today is precious
touch the air of morning
smell wet paint of today
lay in puddles of leftover yesterdays
and bask in sunlight of fleeting moments
let go of fantasies
let the balloon escape floating
smaller and smaller
a dot of blood in clouds and sky
my greatest gift
Rem CycleOnce Mickey Mouse did my chores and made all the baby goats sing
and the next day I ran and ran but was still too late
that ending was terrible, and it happened again and again
I was once at the circus-like carnival and went on this ride
again and again
even though I almost fell to my death every time
Then as I rode in a car, the driver always used to disappear
and I was left to drive through a pounding heart when I had no idea how
and the road was always broken
Once I kissed a boy like a woodpecker might do
and I really couldn't look at him for a week after that
And once my best girlfriend felt me up and I liked it
I've been an adventurer on a mission to save something or someone
I've been a romantic with a faceless man
I've been a homeless child looking for love
and in a blink I'm just me again.
A Poem For Lil' Sis
Oh, how much i love you Ria
Shiro gave me a nice idea
Oh, how i miss my Lil' sis
Being with you is a bliss
Yes i may be overprotective,
Because your safety is my objective
Can't believe how can you be so kind
your kindness truly makes me blind
You suddenly conquered my mind
You are sweet and wonderful, these two combined
When i talk with you my heart is full of love
If someone dares to hurt you i will give them a shove
When Chi told me you were sick
My heart felt a sudden kick
I am thinking about you and looking at the moon
Please, Lil' sis, just get well soon!
CravingsI can hear it calling my name,
the fried rice and the lo mein;
the chicken general tso's.
"Growl," my stomach goes.
The sushi cries to be eaten;
by lack of cash I'm beaten.
The miso soup I cannot reach
so cravings fill my speech.
One day I'll have it, I swear.
Escape from me? It won't dare.
The heavenliness of Chinese food
will surly brighten my mood.
Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon IIIAll of you stay seated, it's just a cartoon.
Why don't you trust me? Life's a game!
Stop being so scared, I'm not a loon.
I'm good at life, nobody can kill me,
And I know what can kill you, you'll see soon.
Yes that's right, you wimps think you're safe?
Die and come back? Not anymore, nor any time soon.
Death by roulette, I call it Nightmare Wheel!
Pulls you into spikes, killing you for pleasure of a toon.
Step right up, die now and you'll come back to die once more.
Or accept the truth, sit back and see the balloon.
You'll be corrupted when it hits, lost to wander if you survive.
The lucky ones see what comes after death this afternoon.
First to die for real, what an honor it must be to be you.
If Gatonom's words hold true, we'll see very soon.
Ah yes... Barbed wire, amputation, and castration,
Acid, electrocution, and crucifixion. This ends at noon.
The fear runs high, feel her energy... Final Destiny!
It takes a sacrifice of five lives, so what? It's noon...
a nuclear explosion, kil
Smile BrightSmile bright
even in the night.
Keep up the fight
and hold on tight.
The end is in sight.
Soon you'll gain flight
and make it out alright.
Look to the light.
Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon IIWelcome to the Circus of Nightmare,
I'll cut people in half, but I don't do illusions.
Magic is not tricking the eye, it's a tool.
All eyes are on me, that just doubles the fun.
Just think what it was like for me in the Shadow Realm.
I was locked away in isolation,
Nobody offered to perform for me!
Now I am free, now let the show begin!
No volunteers? I guess everyone wants death slow.
Or maybe not, some of you do use the option.
I'm not killing you alone, Blue-Eyes are a trio.
Meet my brother and my sister as they join the fun.
Let's lighten the room, light is good right?
Triple White Lightning! And then once again!
Six lightning strikes end half a million lives!
The show is just starting, you can't ever win.
Our lifespan is eternal, nothing you have can hurt us.
It is time to die, time to pay for not giving in.
You will die for our pleasure, your advantage is now ours.
I can kill forever, I am Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon!
Blue-Eyes Toon DragonCall me a psycho, or a maybe just a loon.
All I want to do is have fun, why take my fun?
Like separating a kid and his balloon?
You can't have fun alone in the dark.
I need fun. I need help. I'll get it soon.
I just want to play, is that so wrong?
I can't play if it's not their tune.
You call it land of the free? Let me see.
As I leave this prison, I look at the moon.
Always follow your heart, mine says blood.
I am free now, I am the first free toon.
Massacre is an understatement,
When do I go too far? When is too soon?
Death is funny, comic murder is new to you.
Isn't it ironic to bet against a toon?
Cheaters bet their lives on crooked dealing,
Giving you what you deserve makes my heart balloon.
But who cares about a few humans? I care about me.
My pleasure, my fun. My biggest show starts at noon.
Back from retirement, I am Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon.
UntitledYou are old to me,
Like floor boards that Creek
Or withered leaves
That break to speak.
And it's frightening
To see this fade
To know that thoughts will Wade
Through short stories we have made
And i won't remember a single word
Besides the ones that sting
Amongst the subtle ring
Of fading love and broken wing
And our love will stay old
Like floorboards that Creek
Or withered leaves that break to speak.
Our love is shallow, pale and weak.
Our love is shallow, pale and weak.
birthday candles.the flames dance to and fro
pinpricks of light
dotting the darkness.
reminiscent of the stars in the heavens.
they symbolize years of life.
for every year gone by another member joins their ranks.
they perch atop a throne of frosting
in a palace of cream and pastry
wearing crowns of fire.
tears roll down their waxen cheeks.
even as royalty they are not exempt from death.
but still they hold their heads high
in the face of demise.
upon their passing
wishes will be born from the ashes.
like fallen stars, shooting stars
they trade their lives for the granting of a wish.
then the blow falls.
one by one
the flames of life are extinguished
blown out like a wick in the breeze
toppled from their thrones.
tragically, they are no more.
isn’t it ironic
that the symbols of life
should be so brutally wiped out?
Legacy of Yata-GarasuIt lays dead in hellfire,
Defeated and alone, lays the crow.
All it needed was itself and the dark.
The Cursed Light ended the show.
What comes next, for this bird?
This crow has taken the final blow,
It's body suffers the fate it threatened.
Without a soul, the body is hollow.
No protection now for the violet bird.
Abandoned even by the shadow.
Did you think it would be that easy?
Great power comes from Shadow.
Rebirth is offered to the crow.
Orb restored, Darkness returns.
The cost of giving life brings sorrow.
The bird revived, power enhanced.
Ruled by darkness, an evil glow.
Life at a cost that will not last.
Soon it will be shattered by shadow.
Fear the Legacy of Yata-Garasu.
The Glow of Candlelit EyesAlone in dark decay and dust
on old wallpaper floors
-spark, fizz, hiss-
a scant stick on scorched fingers
the glow exposes shaky shadows
flickering against the soot
Close to the floor, concealed by cloth,
something shimmers twice
Feathers of flame dance on glistening black
wet and shimmering still waters,
They savor the silent sensation
this impassive camaraderie from the
moons in another pair of eyes.
The yawning window welcomes a gust
levitating curtains and hair.
It shatters the moment,
murders the gleam
the swain recoils and
vanishes between the cracks.
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