Brothers at Four O'clock

Stuff likes to happen here. It likes to follow. Life is busy. And journey. Again.
Ah, my eldest brothers home.

Four O'clock
By Whatomic
*written to this song: Bratja- Brothers

Once,

A girl all alone
                                enduring
stared into vicious words
buried herself                       hid
                          From them
Locked her eyes of ice
                                  on a screen of joyous lies
And watched...
                             only watched...
The clock

                      Turning later..
                                                and later...


Twice,

A girl wished
                        On the whole sky
Still of stars
                       Unbelieving
In her own words
heard                                  Silence
          Faltering
                               at the noise
of her gears...
                                 Screeching..
And growing...
           
                          slower...

                                                 and slower...


Thrice,

A girl waited
                               For someone
To save her
                            because
She wanted                              To keep
                     her hands clean
                                                 however
she waited...
                      And waited...
                                              and waited...
while the clocks hands
                                        had already
long...
                             stopped.

Astronaut Cat! and Arrietty...

I just found this video today, and I fell in Love! Dunno why, but it just feels like me at the moment.
Well, here you go:

 

If this fails, here's the link: Miku Hatsune- Strobe Light 

There's lots of other sort of remixes, like Hello Strobe, or Goodbye Mr. Remember, so check them out! That is, if you're like me...

  

Random, but I went and saw The Secret World of Arrietty today. It's a studio Ghibli film, yay! It was pretty cheesy though. The acorn dude was cute. The link is a trailer.

 

P.S.  I love the cats.

Clover Spring

Life is tough. I haven't just figured this out, but it always renews it's meanings for me. It's annoying. Yeah.

My oldest brother is coming home next week! I just figured this out yesterday. I'm happy, I guess. I haven't seen him in a loooong time. It's gonna be weird.

I can already feel the end of spring break creeping up on me...I HATE IT. It's like a giant shadow monster that looms up from behind you when you're having a good time. It's full of spiders, ...and ... unfinished homework(eep!).  I DOn't WanNA!

Last post was really weird, I apologize. Please don't try to puzzle it all out, it was just my weirdness. A weirdness unaccompanied by common sense or reason. Isn't that called "Randomness?" If it is, then I have succeeded in my mission on Earth. I shall now leave to the nearest solar system.

So enough of my unfinished, disconnected sentences. Here, against my, and your better judgement, is ANoTHer poem. I'm going to shrivel up and die if I write too many more of these. My creativity with seep out of my hands! Oh no!

By the way, this wasn't supposed to be a love poem, but I read over it, and that's a bit the way it sounds. I guess you can translate it as a lovey-dovey couple, but that really isn't what I was talking about when I was writing this. But whatever. Be free of my rambling.

*written to Clover by Meg Rock,The opening song from the anime Solty Rei.
the song is also in my playlist at the bottom of this page. It's #67.
I used some ideas from it, and a few words, such as "If it's to find happiness, I'll find it myself", sort-of thing.

Clover Passion

It's not there,
the "forever" we promised
faded away

Hey

Did you see it fly away?
I'm not ready yet,
but
If it's to find happiness
I'll find it myself

Again,
another depression
of no visible control
Angry words
listen closely,
they hold some truth

Hey

I can scream out
"Forever!" just for now
I am strong enough
To run away
                             And it's not heard

But it's the same
Isn't it?
                   And            I     Know

that Kindness
                                is fake
However
                the end hasn't arrived.

"Forever"

Hey

If I took a look into your eyes
I could feel my own determination,

Even if it's a lie
It's Real           And
You are
made of the words
you say for now

Hey

we're not ready yet
I know that

"Forever"

I just want to
feel today
hit my bones

Is happiness
something people look far off to
And ignore
the ones at their feet?   Well,

It's still the same
                            still a lie
And that kindness is
one I want to believe in.
                                         Is it far away?
I
                                      don't know

Hey

I'm not ready yet
but I know
it's not there
though
"Forever"
Sounds nice for now.

Though Maybe I...

I'm sick right now. Not so much physically, as mentally. Everything feels so wrong when the outside is already healed and the inside left raw. I'm just a tad crazy, I'll admit it. I think too many things for my own better judgement and hurt everything else and hide in every place even when there's no need. My right eye is bruised. Literary. When I look right or left I can feel the purple start to swell in pain, though the pain is just tiny, isn't that the same as the importance of a pinkie? The Japanese have a small little well-known myth sort of thing that your pinkie has an invisible red string attached to it, and at the other end is your soul mate. So what is the importance of a pinkie? What is the importance of a bruised eye? What is this, directions from your English teacher? On a piece of paper? Why am I thinking of school when it's spring break? I want to break something. Don't you ever feel like that? That story from five years ago. I still haven't written it yet. I keep renewing the beginnings. Did you know you can figure a persons personality by simply going through their trash? Am I simply a plagiarizer? Or a "Borrower"? I write my own things, however the ideas are always altered by something that does not belong to me. Am I really an individual? I'll just keep quiet and listen for now.

Though....

I still am unprepared to meet it. Though I can't see how I appear to others, I know that person is a fake. Impersonators really get through just to get accepted. I'm a hypocrite, but I can't help but hate that candy for the exact same thing I do. So how come so many people are behind me, but I'm all alone? I promised I would remember everything when I was smaller. But I've already forgotten. You could never understand that persons position in things, and ....perception. I still speak in forgotten code, hey, can you hear it? From that invisible door behind you? Someone you once knew is trying to bang out, but although you pity them, they are dangerous. You could never open all the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle. The final picture is too frightening. So you go on, creating pieces that don't even fit, but you hope they will in the future. Yet you know that's a lie. Everything you meet and are could be a lie.

Maybe...

The past will not repeat, I will have to stop that river with winter. I will block it with ice, and travel all the way over it to the other side. Though there's no such thing as greener on the other side, it will at least be a change. Will I leave that person behind, or become the same? Does it even matter? I have a mission to find the other one. I am constantly stepping front and back. Most are sideways. I love darker stories. They hold more truth, but that truth is made from a lie. So who are you? Answer me quickly, don't keep me there all day. Just to get the most basic frame of your lines. You'll never get to the middle, after-all. Salty water perhaps holds the answer, but it's undrinkable. My Fiction Nonfiction will not turn the knob until it disintegrates. Can you see it? You don't want to repeat this do you? Well, I'll tell you something. If you stay where you are, you'll be left behind. Very Violet Vapor. Studying something you can't understand the basics of. How fun. The best sarcasm is when you make in indistinguishable from normality, or so I thought. Will you play hide and seek with me?

I...

Ferris-Wheel Fluffout Waffle

Life is pretty boring lately. I mean it's a Ferris-wheel, just spinning and spinning....A little scary, a little fun, a little boring, and absolute throw-up material. Not that I've ever done that, FYI. I've always proudly managed to hold my lunch in the best of times. But whatever. That's just what's going on.

Even though I posted so many posts last month, I, not in a single one of them, did I actually talk at all like this. It was pretty much just composed of poems and a five-page story of a caterpillar. SORRY, all the poems must have screwed with your brain (maybe?, unless you love Shakespeare and read him day and night. You would have adjusted to that much hard to interpret stuff.). But GUESS WHAT! There's another one(poem). Yeah, that's right. But it's simple, so don't get stressed out. You don't have to read it if you don't want to though, I could never force you to do that(if I could though, I would *evil grin*). The poem is just about Waffles, something I like, like sushi.

This is just random, (what I live for, right?) but I keep wondering if I should have another page with some reviews of songs, music videos, or movies, or something? I think it would be fun, though it would be a bit exhausting(lazy). Maybe not though, maybe just refreshing. What do you think?


Waffle
by Whatomic(me)

Like a plaid design,
or a checkerboard maybe...
toppled strawberries or cherry filling,
towered so high you can't see.

I've found the perfect recipe,
it includes plenty of the Carbs, although...
to me all that strewed sauce
It just simply has to show!

My hunger haunts me in dreams,
I've woken up with drool, scary...
Maple, Syrup, Butter, Flavored!
And don't forget the scent of Berry!

A work of satisfying art,
tempts my paintbrush fork, again...
That whipped cream cloud taste
Can't be written with a pen!

*written to this song for some weird reason of no acquaintance: Miku Hatsune- Leave in Summer, Yet you're in my Fluffouts
* It also bears a resemblance to this song(don't kill me!): Miku Hatsune- Waffle

Waffles are good. I like to eat them with whipped cream and cherry pie filling(though I haven't been able to do that in years, Meh) .

Search For me in the Sky

*written to this song: Masayoshi Yamazaki- One more time, One more chance

Search for me in the Sky
by Whatomic

I could hear your voice
Over the noise and ashes.
A message from you
And you said
"Search for me in the sky."

The parallel buildings
Fell in flame from Hell
And took you with it
Yet you said
"Search for me in the Sky."

A phrase, a single message
Yet I couldn't find you
The sun was too bright
For me to open my eyes
And you fell.

A small hand now in mine
pulls me through time
And I still search
Still search
For you in the Sky

A tiny head once asked me
After tucking in
Where you were
And I smiled and said
"Search for him in the sky."

Now I'm being tucked into bed
by the small hand who grew,
And tears dropped onto my blanket
But I took my child's hand in mine,
and said,
"Search for me in the sky,
Search for me in the sky."