(2013)
A poem about how sometimes the bright-eyed ambition and innocence of youth seems to fade.
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Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
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:
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice