(2013)
Poem about how I tend to use romantic comedy shows (rom-com) or just watching shows in general for escapism.
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
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…
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
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…
