Sequestered

Sequestered
by me(whatever)

A small room,
a trapped animal.
sequestered walls,
a dusty self.

From the crack beneath the door,
I can sometimes see my little brother.
When they look in,
broken glass and bent spoons.

They love me,
They love me,
They love me.
But fear is all they know.

The lock on the door is waiting,
for what, I don't know.
Sometimes they give me things,
toys and books and things I'm too old for.

I've heard the kids next door,
rumor for a monster.
I've heard the mothers who pass by,
gossip for a demon.

They love me,
They love me,
They love me.

I'm not sad,
I'm not lonely either.
See? I have a friend-
it's a girl who lived here before-
though sometimes she's a little mean.

Mother?
she tells me not to call her that.
Sometimes she screams at me
for talking here alone.
 
But the food is always delicious,
and they love me.
They love me. 

Wings

Wings
by me(whatever)
7/23/13
to : Utada Hikaru- Wings

Quietly, on your back,
they hug you from behind.
A memoir of all we've been through,
these large wings that can't fly.

I've already forgotten the rhythm of yesterday,
you think it would be easy to remember today.

Overflowing, I sleep in water puddles,
the lilies smell sweet from over there.
Relax, this is your own place
so why does it feel so small?

The morning you loved so much,
is rising cruelly over the mountain.
Gazing at what "they" would call a mistake,
I want to hurry up and forget yesterday.

This greeting wind on the top of the world,
should I take the chance and jump?
Surely that would be a happy ending,
but the doors still haven't closed.

You can think as much as you like,
but the only thing changing is time.
Replaying an endless broken record,
they become heavier and heavier.

Always there, always endless, always unreachable,
tomorrow taunts me with a bone.
Walking in shadows,
I tread on my own.

I've already forgotten the rhythm of yesterday,
you think it would be easy to remember today.

Sweeping, a blue from the ocean
stretching my eyes in a hypothesis.
You'd think it'd be easy to remember,
you'd think it'd be easy to remember.

too late to tell

too late to tell
by me(whatever)
to too late to tell

Returning to my current state,
I become quite tired.
Switching off the light switch,
I close the door to my room.

There's only one 'me',
so how come it's always so different?
Flipping through the pages of old stories,
I awaken a little wistful.

It's too late to tell,
if it's a dream or a nightmare.
It's too late to tell,
if it's a truth or a lie.

So before this fades away,
should I take this chance?
Just to tell you...
It's too late to tell.

I hide myself in a green mirage,
pretending I don't care.
The person I was that day,
is stuck in the words lying on the page.

This unseeing city,
passes me by everyday.
The night I wish would fall,
Is delaying it's voice from the sky.

The wrong answers I've come up with,
The important things I've let go of.
Would they have smiled at me again?
It's too late to tell.

It's too late to tell,
if the rain will stop falling.
It's too late to tell,
if I really needed you.

It's too late to tell,
If it was better to say nothing.
It's too late to tell,
If I regret it.

The person I will become,
will I like them?
Even if it's too late,
Can I let go of these words?

Because before I realized,
our time had disappeared.
Without saying anything,
it's too late to tell.

After

After
by me(whatever)
to Calc.

Taking my past apart in pieces,
laying every gear across on the table.
As they are not spinning any more,
I can't tell if I'm sad or happy.

The miracle of each of us being born,
is a miracle we take for granted as we live on.
Parents, siblings, friendships
tied together by small coincidences.

As a child the world seemed to work,
in a way that assured a fairytale ending.
I don't know if I believe in fate,
but the world ended on that February's eve.

Now that I look at everything from afar,
it feels like a strangers life.
Every scar we've dealt eachother,
has healed over in the passage of time.

After it's all been said and done,
it wasn't a knife I ended picking up.
If I were to sing my last song,
it would only be a song of loss.

Go to Bed Nonsense

Go to Bed Nonsense
by me(whatever)

ducklings afraid of the water.
grandma's dancing on the roof without a care,
(I wonder what they thought her.) 
and zombies with flowers in their hair,
singing and praising a broken cellphone.

Puppy love is cleaning the house,
my robot's drooling on the floor.
I go to school, and my teacher's a mouse.
we all get infected with an alien spore.

Kidnappers get kidnapped,
my lil' bro is smarter than the king.
Oh no, the cat has become unwrapped,
It's time for the rockets nose to ring,
and for you to skip your way to bed.

Argument

Argument
by me(whatever)
to: KANA-BOON- ないものねだり

We're in a Chinese restaurant,
called something like 'Dragon star',
those kind of names that sound the same.
It's empty at 2,
but just a little less as we sit down.

What is it that you want from me?
Wait, don't answer that question.
Because it was obvious from the start
that I'm not going to listen.

3 out of 4, we all order the same thing
something shrimpy and noodley.
Phoenix and Dragon arguing on the wall,
the chairs are too straight,
like my back is to a pole.

Washing my hands from last's nights memory,
the whole place is clean,
but I guess it neglected the smell from the stalls.

I just want to go home,
but those people across the table just ignore me like the plague.
With that horrible summer sun blazing out there,
it's been a while since I've been this angry.

There's a bird in this town

There's a bird in this town
by me(whatever)
to : Kyoko- Happy Birthday

I can't talk right, sorry for that.
I keep getting cut off
by my intrusive personality.

There's a bird in this town,
hovering over in the blue sky.
Because I can't touch it,
it feels like an illusion.

learning by ear,
plonking an old melody on the piano.
With one hand, wishing I could play.

Dreams I suddenly remember,
Green and green all around.
a little trouble, an easy solution
like switching on the light in a dark room.

What should I do tomorrow?
There's a bird in this town.
It likes to chirp in the morning.

I can't be kind sometimes, sorry for that
Like some of my wires got twisted
Cutting into a little trouble,
trying to laugh it all off.

one by one,
in this broken world.
I wonder where I should place my next step
so I won't fall through.

Somewhere from the next word,
I stop listening to your speakers.
There's a bird in this town,
It likes to go to bed at night.

I can almost remember,
the frustration of time pulling on you.
They fought and fought and fought,
and I remain.

The aura here is touched by boredom,
A smell like lilac, if you could smell it.
There's a bird in this town.
It eats insects to survive.

While I live forever, 
dwelling with torn memories.
There's a bird in this town
living for today's simple things
it can die.

Red or Blue? Purple?

Red or Blue? Purple?
by me(whatever)
to : mukai kaze

Everythings in my way,
To me who is alone,
everyone is saying "NO".

It's not that I want to change.
It's not that I want to be trusted.
I just don't wanna admit defeat.

Even with the people dying around me,
Can I keep on this road?
Even if this road is wrong,
Can I keep on?

Something like an 'answer',
is something I can only come up with.
I understand that finally.

Everyone I see is alone,
so where is the thing called hope?
Unable to move, I become incredibly frustrated.

I want to sing at my full power,
I want to run until I burst.
I want to live until I die.

I'm sick of staying here dreaming.
Nothing but empty illusions accompany me.
Ruined goals, that sort of thing.

Before I've even begun?
I don't want to accept that.
Listening to the voice of Wind.

Forget, let's forget
the past, the present, the future.
Forget, let's forget
the person I've been, the person I am.

It's not that I want to change,
I just don't wanna admit defeat.
It's not that I want to be kind (obviously),
it's just that I have itchy feet.

Mr. Damien, are you dead?
Really? really? were you even real?
Not a fabrication?
I'm still searching the mystery.

Diary entries, let's destroy those.
A diary is for someone who's dieing.
What I need is a journal,
for my journey.

I want to destroy everything,
start over new.
But why in the world is it so freakin' hot?
Like I thought, I hate Summer.

Ignoring the warning,
press the red button.
In the sky scraper ten thousand feet high,
Opening the door to space.

I want to show you,
new worlds, new people.
So let's set out to meet the demons,
don't mind red or blue.