Poem about how writings seems to come easier to me at night.
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
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!
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
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…
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
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
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
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest