(2013)
Poem about how I tend to use romantic comedy shows (rom-com) or just watching shows in general for escapism.
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
