Don't you want something unexplainable to happen? Something like an adventure to another world, or super powers, or a mysterious person who you happen to find out their true identity. Something exciting like that. Ahh, I want it to happen so bad to me. I think most people agree with me, though the critics are always there nagging me to get up and look at the 'so-called' reality. What if this world and the 'reality' we seem to accept as normal, was actually the places in someones dream? And what if our dreams created new worlds out of scratch from our unconscious data? What if some people could find a way to seep into their dream-worlds and explore them consciously? Like in a physical body? I would have a field day with that, if only. I'm getting some nice ideas from 'The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya'.
I haven't done anything productive this entire summer. I feel sluggish and good for nothing. Most of all, bored. I'm So Bored!!!!!!!!! Someone give me an adventure! I'll even say Please! Someone Please give me an adventure!!!! Cherry on top? Or will I have to search for one myself? Most likely. Tch, typical 'so-called' reality.
I'm the Same Words as the Worlds Questions
by me(whatomic)
written to this song: Arrietty's song
Turn me large, turn me small
I'm the same
spinning in this different world
And the words....
I want to know even more
what these feelings are like
running in my own perception
I might hit the ground,
But,
I'm still living, aren't I?
again with the unanswerable questions
they spin me
See, the sun still arises
over the tiny horizon I am unsatisfied with
Again and Again, over and over again
Is this my answer from the world?
Or, am I still hidden in the dark
from all the mystery's I can never seem to find
Ah, Well
Shall I just follow the moon?
Just, I simply don't feel it
Is it over there, over the hill they say has greener grass?
Maybe, but you know
I'm still contradictive
On that.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Listen; Jump, Fly!
Listen; Jump, Fly!
*written by Me the Whatomic
*Written to this song: Tsuki ni Kakuse shichou no yume (one of Shangri la's ending songs) by Midori
Jump! Fly! Listen!
The dream of a butterfly.
Glow,
cherished by the dew
where are you hiding?
Come out.
Silver Moon searching to light your face
Falling one by one.
Far,
beyond this sky
The dream of a sorrow
Jump! Fly! Listen!
Shooting Gold across the horizon
Jump! Fly! Listen!
The sound of a heartbeat
Still believing.
The dream of a caged canary
Singing,
A miracle of a stringed sleep,
Gently,
Watching night clouds fade away.
Jump! Fly! Listen!
That place so far away!
The dream of the Wind
Where are you hiding?
I continue my search for the sun
Though,
Jump! Fly! Listen!
The dream of mine
Come out.
*written by Me the Whatomic
*Written to this song: Tsuki ni Kakuse shichou no yume (one of Shangri la's ending songs) by Midori
Jump! Fly! Listen!
The dream of a butterfly.
Glow,
cherished by the dew
where are you hiding?
Come out.
Silver Moon searching to light your face
Falling one by one.
Far,
beyond this sky
The dream of a sorrow
Jump! Fly! Listen!
Shooting Gold across the horizon
Jump! Fly! Listen!
The sound of a heartbeat
Still believing.
The dream of a caged canary
Singing,
A miracle of a stringed sleep,
Gently,
Watching night clouds fade away.
Jump! Fly! Listen!
That place so far away!
The dream of the Wind
Where are you hiding?
I continue my search for the sun
Though,
Jump! Fly! Listen!
The dream of mine
Come out.
Friday, June 15, 2012
The Heart-Warming Friendship God only knows
Today I have decided to write about how I met my best friend.
Well, actually, before we start, I would like to straighten something out. I never have best friends. I simply have friends closer to me than others. I don't like to label my friends because of what I think of them. Good. Now that you understand, I'll tell you the completely ordinary story of how I met my closest friend.
(No doubt you have one of your own, right)
Well, it was in P.E. class in seventh grade if I remember correctly. It's something weird, but whenever you try to remember when and where you became friends with someone, you never can remember everything. It's something like Meeting amnesia. Well, anyways, we were supposed to get into groups for something I can't remember. I asked her to join my group. It was pretty simple; my habit of asking interesting people who are alone to join me in my weirdness. Normal people are annoying to me after all(I'm probably even more annoying to them *sweat*). Anyways, it turns out that we had a lot of similarities in thinking, so we became friends. I haven't met a lot of people like that, who share my wave length to the extent she has. I'm so happy I have my weird habits. They're like my good luck charms. An abstract kind of good luck maybe. Haha. They can also bring me sorrow though. I ignore it.
Was that story heart-warming to you? Good.
I like "The World God Only Knows" Ost.(It's an anime FYI). Here's some of my favorites: Arifureta Real, Dare mo shira nai..., Hashiri Dashitara Tomare nai Shoujo, Koi no Shirabe, Koi-Kuchizuke made no kyori(Main theme). Don't feel obligated to listen to all of them, but listen to the last one at least. It's me favorite.
This is a shorter post, but before we go, RANDOM QUESTION:
Do you have a journal?
Well, actually, before we start, I would like to straighten something out. I never have best friends. I simply have friends closer to me than others. I don't like to label my friends because of what I think of them. Good. Now that you understand, I'll tell you the completely ordinary story of how I met my closest friend.
(No doubt you have one of your own, right)
Well, it was in P.E. class in seventh grade if I remember correctly. It's something weird, but whenever you try to remember when and where you became friends with someone, you never can remember everything. It's something like Meeting amnesia. Well, anyways, we were supposed to get into groups for something I can't remember. I asked her to join my group. It was pretty simple; my habit of asking interesting people who are alone to join me in my weirdness. Normal people are annoying to me after all(I'm probably even more annoying to them *sweat*). Anyways, it turns out that we had a lot of similarities in thinking, so we became friends. I haven't met a lot of people like that, who share my wave length to the extent she has. I'm so happy I have my weird habits. They're like my good luck charms. An abstract kind of good luck maybe. Haha. They can also bring me sorrow though. I ignore it.
Was that story heart-warming to you? Good.
I like "The World God Only Knows" Ost.(It's an anime FYI). Here's some of my favorites: Arifureta Real, Dare mo shira nai..., Hashiri Dashitara Tomare nai Shoujo, Koi no Shirabe, Koi-Kuchizuke made no kyori(Main theme). Don't feel obligated to listen to all of them, but listen to the last one at least. It's me favorite.
This is a shorter post, but before we go, RANDOM QUESTION:
Do you have a journal?
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Scary Stories per Second-CAvEs
Summer is s o b o r i n g! It's still hard to believe school is really over. It's pretty bittersweet, I guess. I have to write a lot these two months. One of the things I have to write is a short horror story that came up as a challenge. My mother, 2 oldest brothers, and I(maybe a few other peeps) are doing a horror story contest. The end date to get it in is the last day of June. I gotta get cracking. I'll post it up here when it's done. The idea is kind-of weird.
Here's my three favorite soundtrack songs from the movie '5 centimeters per second' for you romantic but dumped people: One more time, One more chance(Masayoshi Yamazaki) (the lyrics to this one are beautiful, look them up if you have time to see what they mean). One more time, One more chance piano version self explanatory. 05-Kiss part of soundtrack.
Here's a short story(really short) that I wrote on a whim yesterday. You won't get it unless you're part of my family, since it's made up of inside jokes and people close to me. However, I'm going to write it down here, nonetheless.
CAVES
written yesterday
In the dark depths of an underground cave, there lies the creature called the Devil. Now, some might misunderstand and say that his name is actually DEVIN, but I know better, since I'm the highly esteemed narrator, so ignore them. Anyways, this Devil, oh, I mean, THE Devil, resides in the cave below mine(I am a troll, but how I came to be one is another story) and I can hear the voices of suspicious activities from below when I'm trying to get my wart-treatment sleep. Most of these 'activities' sound somewhat like a mix of rap music, angry voices, and a clicky arcade. The noise keeps persisting late into the night, and while I am generally a kind neighbor, my warts are hazardly decreasing in size and population. After another night of a commonly loud activity-filled night, my patience dwindled into nothingness, and I stomped out of my cave down the steps heading towards the underworld. I stopped in front of the entrance to his cave, however, because I realized it would be foolishness to take him one alone. So instead, I turned to his next door neighbor, the Mummy. Now, the Mummy worked the grave-shift, so I wasn't sure if she would be there, but I tried the door bell anyway. The try resulted in failure-no one answered. Sighing, I turned away, and was about to walk into the entrance of the Devils cave to take him on alone, when a barking sounded from behind me. Whirling around, I was face to face with Cerberus; the 2-headed dog. I would have to get past the dog to get to the Devil. I took my battle stance. The mutt growled and growled, and just as I was about to pummel him, a horrible stench erupted from one of his heads. It was so gruesome, I turned and ran back to my cave of sanctuary. I had heard of fellow trolls mentioning that the Devil called Cerberus by an alternate name of Butt-head. Now I finally understood why.
Remembering that odor was so traumatizing, that I never attempted to scold the Devil again. A week later I found the answer to my pains. Beautiful, Beautiful ear plugs.
Here's my three favorite soundtrack songs from the movie '5 centimeters per second' for you romantic but dumped people: One more time, One more chance(Masayoshi Yamazaki) (the lyrics to this one are beautiful, look them up if you have time to see what they mean). One more time, One more chance piano version self explanatory. 05-Kiss part of soundtrack.
Here's a short story(really short) that I wrote on a whim yesterday. You won't get it unless you're part of my family, since it's made up of inside jokes and people close to me. However, I'm going to write it down here, nonetheless.
CAVES
written yesterday
In the dark depths of an underground cave, there lies the creature called the Devil. Now, some might misunderstand and say that his name is actually DEVIN, but I know better, since I'm the highly esteemed narrator, so ignore them. Anyways, this Devil, oh, I mean, THE Devil, resides in the cave below mine(I am a troll, but how I came to be one is another story) and I can hear the voices of suspicious activities from below when I'm trying to get my wart-treatment sleep. Most of these 'activities' sound somewhat like a mix of rap music, angry voices, and a clicky arcade. The noise keeps persisting late into the night, and while I am generally a kind neighbor, my warts are hazardly decreasing in size and population. After another night of a commonly loud activity-filled night, my patience dwindled into nothingness, and I stomped out of my cave down the steps heading towards the underworld. I stopped in front of the entrance to his cave, however, because I realized it would be foolishness to take him one alone. So instead, I turned to his next door neighbor, the Mummy. Now, the Mummy worked the grave-shift, so I wasn't sure if she would be there, but I tried the door bell anyway. The try resulted in failure-no one answered. Sighing, I turned away, and was about to walk into the entrance of the Devils cave to take him on alone, when a barking sounded from behind me. Whirling around, I was face to face with Cerberus; the 2-headed dog. I would have to get past the dog to get to the Devil. I took my battle stance. The mutt growled and growled, and just as I was about to pummel him, a horrible stench erupted from one of his heads. It was so gruesome, I turned and ran back to my cave of sanctuary. I had heard of fellow trolls mentioning that the Devil called Cerberus by an alternate name of Butt-head. Now I finally understood why.
Remembering that odor was so traumatizing, that I never attempted to scold the Devil again. A week later I found the answer to my pains. Beautiful, Beautiful ear plugs.
Friday, June 8, 2012
'Tac-Ti-Turn' =Box in my closet
Memory Box
by Whatomic(Me)
Can you decipher it?
The weaving language of the summer wind-
The bouncy laughter floating on bubbles of life-
My lost balloons still wandering in the sky-
A sound existing only on feathers;
Wistful sunny Flight.
Can you Feel it?
Just around the bend of an alleyway-
Before the beginning-
After the ending-
When you turn the knob of your door-
When you tell the most important thing;
precious everyday anticipation.
Can you remember it?
Things you ate for breakfast-
toys you played with as a child-
Long forgotten?-No, -buried-
The face of the person you loved-
The melody sang below the pavement,
but just above the sun-
Memories of loved ones.
"The box I had in my closet,
old letters and photos....
things I used to feel, hear, see.....
Are they completely gone?"
Tac-ti-turn -favorite word of the day
by Whatomic(Me)
Can you decipher it?
The weaving language of the summer wind-
The bouncy laughter floating on bubbles of life-
My lost balloons still wandering in the sky-
A sound existing only on feathers;
Wistful sunny Flight.
Can you Feel it?
Just around the bend of an alleyway-
Before the beginning-
After the ending-
When you turn the knob of your door-
When you tell the most important thing;
precious everyday anticipation.
Can you remember it?
Things you ate for breakfast-
toys you played with as a child-
Long forgotten?-No, -buried-
The face of the person you loved-
The melody sang below the pavement,
but just above the sun-
Memories of loved ones.
"The box I had in my closet,
old letters and photos....
things I used to feel, hear, see.....
Are they completely gone?"
Tac-ti-turn -favorite word of the day
Before drawing my Night Blinds in the Summer Times
Before Drawing Blinds
by whatomic(me)-written June 2,2012 at 1:30 A.M. (random thoughts before I finally went to sleep)
The moon behind
my shoes scattered bewildered on the floor,
wrapped in a cocoon
a late night gamer below
even late in sleep
I still write unrelentlessly
graffitied on from two days ago
my eyes are heavy enough
to draw the blinds
to my world windows.
And my camouflaged flashlight,
my black and white tiger
taunt me to sleep
Subtly
Against the wind,
in the garden outside, below
where water is sucked into the ground
The sprinkler that sounds
like someone breathing
A far-off memory,
and a guilty sharpness
covered in mists
A piano stringed mess
but no rain
Falls
out into the wistful world
I dream about
going to
one day.
Out.
My clarinet in a corner, A tuxedo trick? Comedy?
Hand tired.
Stop.
I like to think I'm creative sometimes. Only some times. some-or times. summer times.
by whatomic(me)-written June 2,2012 at 1:30 A.M. (random thoughts before I finally went to sleep)
The moon behind
my shoes scattered bewildered on the floor,
wrapped in a cocoon
a late night gamer below
even late in sleep
I still write unrelentlessly
graffitied on from two days ago
my eyes are heavy enough
to draw the blinds
to my world windows.
And my camouflaged flashlight,
my black and white tiger
taunt me to sleep
Subtly
Against the wind,
in the garden outside, below
where water is sucked into the ground
The sprinkler that sounds
like someone breathing
A far-off memory,
and a guilty sharpness
covered in mists
A piano stringed mess
but no rain
Falls
out into the wistful world
I dream about
going to
one day.
Out.
My clarinet in a corner, A tuxedo trick? Comedy?
Hand tired.
Stop.
I like to think I'm creative sometimes. Only some times. some-or times. summer times.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Tiny Waltzes, Tiny Puzzles; Tiny Thoughts
Puzzle Waltz
Little puzzle waltz keeps dancing,
around and around and around.
The tiny clock keeps ticking,
tick and tock, tick and tock
Oh, all the labyrinths I find myself in,
just whirl around somberly in my mind,
around and around and around;
Never hitting a corner to a way out
The small bird keeps singing,
note by note, note by note.
And our feet keep walking,
step by step, step by step
Hey, have you ever found yourself alone?
Nowhere to go?
A whispering voice told me so;
around and around and around
Again, if I could return
to that land that contained those blossoms,
little by little, time will tell
to dance that waltz with you?
*By Whatomic(ME, yes)
*written to this song: Kobato ost- Boushi no Waltz
Little puzzle waltz keeps dancing,
around and around and around.
The tiny clock keeps ticking,
tick and tock, tick and tock
Oh, all the labyrinths I find myself in,
just whirl around somberly in my mind,
around and around and around;
Never hitting a corner to a way out
The small bird keeps singing,
note by note, note by note.
And our feet keep walking,
step by step, step by step
Hey, have you ever found yourself alone?
Nowhere to go?
A whispering voice told me so;
around and around and around
Again, if I could return
to that land that contained those blossoms,
little by little, time will tell
to dance that waltz with you?
*By Whatomic(ME, yes)
*written to this song: Kobato ost- Boushi no Waltz
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