(2013)
Just one of the many cluttered things that decorate my room.
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Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal