Pierrot

Pierrot
by me(whatever)
to Yamai- Tokyo Rock City

Pulling on my monochrome.
today too,
I'll be your ghost.

Black teardrops,
a series of expressions
they know to be faked.

I glance at nothing,
come,
play charades with me.

My hands outline,
exactly what you can't see.

Let me out of this window,
I'm begging you
share my mind.

Puckered in confusion,
a human doll.

Don't ignore me,
give me all of it;
your attention.

I pull on the rope,
climbing and climbing
like Romeo to you.

But you turn away your head.
Oh, how beautiful
concealing these emotions.

I keep bumping into things,
things that don't exist to you.

The chime is ringing,
an unwearable sound
giving me a single color.

I turn my head,
slowly, like clockwork,
watching you walk away.

Black and white,
alone together.

The day is disappearing,
Now I must open the invisible door
still without reaching you. 

Some others- Haiku

Here are some other Haiku I wrote today, but I wanted to have the train ones to their own separate post. I wrote these during church today. They don't really go together. I actually don't like them as much as the train ones.

Why are you crying?
you are talking about joy
so why are there tears?

Ignorance in class

I sit here writing Haiku

through the background noise.

I can't stop writing.

reading others poetry,

I want to see mine.

Going Home on the Train- Haiku

I wrote some Haiku today(after reading some), and here they are. These were written for the experience of going back home on the train with my mother after Anime Banzai on the 18th. Inspiration, I guess? We were very tired.

Going Home on the Train
by me(whatever)

Waiting for the train,
The night wind creeps through our clothes
on the bright platform.

The front of the train,
we sit in the crowded car
my mother snoring.

We can see the tracks,
through the cold narrow window
I read Translucent.*

The journey back home,
seems shorter on these blue seats
I quietly yawn.

*Translucent is a manga I bought

I'd like to Meet a Monster - edited

Remember that poem I posted back in February? I edited it a bit, and now I must show you.

I'd like to Meet a Monster
by me(whatever)
to Of Monsters and Men- Mountain Sound

I'd like to meet a monster.
Three million times bigger than I am,
or the size of my pinky toe.
Either way's fine,
But I'd like to meet a monster.

I'd like to meet a monster.
Shake hands with hoofs, paws, tentacles, beaks, feelers,
And I promise I wouldn't gag against your breath,
if you happened to be a monster who likes to tell jokes.
If you were a monster,
Well, I'd like to meet you.

I'd like to meet a monster,
Friendly or deadly,
I'd still chase after you all the same.
And if we could have a party,
Never sleep until the sun comes up,
I feel that would be a good thing,
Don't you?

I'd like to meet a monster,
tromping through the woods in an unusual parade,
Tropical feathers mixed with mucous and spiral horns.
We all feel the same about our differences,
So what’s the trouble of sticking together?
I can't see through the cat on your tongue,
Give me a hint, please.
Am I a monster too?

I'd like to meet a monster,
fly on the zombie of a dodo bird,
We can hit the stars, you'll see-
hold your head up high,
no need to hide.

I'd like to meet a monster,
yellow eyes, grime, and bristled rainbow hair,
South into a discoed metamorphosis,
Jumping branch to branch,
this journey on an observers past.

Bottled cocoons in your pocket
I have a whole collection buried in my closet,
But where- I forgot where,
Perhaps if I got your help,
We could find them?

I'd like to meet a monster,
it doesn't matter in the end,
What you could possibly look like.
Give me your most eccentric expression,
I'll snap a photo next to you.
Smaller than my index finger, or larger than my school building,
We'll have a rendezvous without those humans
deep into the ocean night.
Holding hands with wings, bones, and giant hairy fingers,
Shouting for the end to our searching’s,
We're nothing like anyone else.
Burrowed into the fresh built Earth,
Gliding our lives top hurricane clouds-

Monsters are everywhere, Monsters are everyone.
Monsters are you, Monsters am I.
Didn't you know?

Sail the treetops to the dance-ground-
Listen with ears furry, wide, fleshy, spiked
Fall until we Crash -BaBang!-
Curve around all corners of the spectrum.
I'll think only so much, ignore everything else
Have you noticed through the atmosphere,
all those tiny dots we pricked through?
We're holding up the sun,
singing with our strange tongues,
Beautiful incomprehensible words.

“Coco ahree seca mira

Fetra yeta rita wata

Itghet senret ulba pupa

Quxep keyey nuneh joiwa”

And here we ride through in this turmoil,

watching only for the sun rise.
Without a promise

I'll remember for as long as I live,
The hooves, tentacles, feelers, beaks, and paws
attached to all their different places,
each pointing out each other’s variations.
And with a blank, dreamy mind,
think happily in bed,
a single head propped up against a pillow,
Saying to myself out loud
How much I'd indeed,
Like to meet a monster.

A Growing need for Distraction

A Growing need for Distraction
by me(whatever)
to Miku {soft}- Jellyfish

Jellyfish in my cocoa cup,
the sky in my hands.
Blinking cats in my window,
a baby's crying.

She said she didn't expect it of me,
but I expect it of myself.
Because it hurts and hurts,
I want to answer those words.

Drawings shown through the mirror,
a pair of red cowboy boots.
Within a blue starlit aquarium,
 a child's screaming.

It's been so long,
and she tells me to forget.
But here they are again, echoing in my head
telling me to give up.

Pink elephant pillows,
speakers beeping on my plate.
White pencil wiped in mud,
an adolescents silence.

Please tell me,
the loneliness is unbearable.
When I take one more step,
will it be without support?

A camera dropped to pieces,
the biscuit clouds floating seperately.
A sail in the sun,
An adults lying.

I have nothing left,
but what you gave me.
Because it hurts and hurts,
I must distract myself.

Birds and Electricity

My goodness, it's 1 in the morning, and I finally finished this short story for school. There wasn't much criteria, and I'm exhausted, thank you very much.

Birds and Electricity

Robin Wetherill lived in Sky world on Aether Island in Silver City. And she was all alone.

You might think this is a grim way to introduce our heroine, but it must be admitted, she was alone. At least at the moment she is. Please look down from a high cloud and take a bird’s eye view of a small crowded island below. Do you see it? It’s the one in the middle, just floating there. To you it might resemble a bit like New York City placed in a Science Fiction novel. It has floating cars, skyscrapers poking out at impossible angles, and sidewalks hanging in the air.

Now, look a little closer to the right corner of your spyglass. See that large, dirty apartment building there? Good. Now, if you have a perceptional eye vision, you might notice that pin-prick of a girl standing at the base of the building. She has brunette hair, and is currently staring at the wall in front of her. She doesn’t have time for us right now, but we are going to watch her anyways. Why is she staring at a wall? Well, why don’t we ask her?

Robin Wetherill lived in Sky world on Aether Island in Silver City. And she was all alone. She was an orphan, enrolled in Pammi’s House for Girls. She has just lost her best friend, because she has moved away. If you look close enough, you can probably see her crying. The alleyway she is currently in is devoid of people. So you see, she really is alone, except for that incredibly annoying crow staring at her from that cable. It’s been bugging Robbin for a while. You see, because Robbin has always had this way of knowing when someone or something is looking at her. It has turned her somewhat paranoid, as you or I would be if you could tell every time someone was looking your direction. And this crow has been staring at her for such an awfully long time.

It has been driving her mad.

But let’s look away from the stalker crow for a second, and take a minute on the wall. Yes, the wall. It is somewhat interesting also, for on its surface is a collection of strange graffiti. It has some very decorative and hidden arrows pointing to the right. But, shh, Robbin just noticed them, probably because we were talking too loud. Oh look, now she’s become curious and has started following them.

Let’s see, she’s turned right, and left, oh, and now right again. Hmm, left, left, left, right, left, right, right, goodness these alleyways stretch on a while. But that is one thing about Silver City. Never underestimate her alleyways. They are worse than a labyrinth. Robbin knows this to, so she usually stays away from them, but she’s come to the conclusion that if she wants to head back all she has to do is follow the arrows backwards. But exactly what are they leading her to? It has been an hour since she started, and wiping some sweat from her brow, she notices that the crow is still following her. Yes, this crow is definitely a stalker, and Robbin becomes a little concerned. But what can she do? She keeps on.

Oh my, it’s been a few hours, and it’s starting to get dark. But for Robbin it’s too late to turn back. What are you going to do Robbin, you forgot to bring a flashlight. Silver City is generally well-lighted, but it would be troublesome if she wouldn’t be able to spot the hidden arrows anymore. Moreover, that crow is still following her. She wonders what it’s up about, when it suddenly swoops down to her and with a surprise turns on the yellow beams in its eyes. It’s not a crow at all, it’s a robot! Well, a robot crow. Does that count?

Robbin and the robot crow continue turning the corners at the end of the alleyways, the crow lighting the way. Robbin is just starting to get tired when she notices something funny going on with the urban lighting of Silver City outside. It’s flickering on and off, like it’s about to go out. This had been going on for a while lately, and the officials of Silver City had been spending hours, and money trying to figure out what the problem was. But they still hadn’t managed to discover what or who was behind it.

Robbin and Choco (she took the liberty of naming it) turn another corner and have suddenly found themselves in a den of androids. Robbin can tell right off these aren’t the usual androids. First of all, androids don’t gather together in a way that looks like a teenage gang, and second of all, they don’t look this scary. Each of them has something off them missing. Their hair is missing in chunks, and springs are popping out of their necks. Overall, they look much like a broken doll toy. They’re all looking at her with violent intent. Robbin, you better be careful.

But the arrows end here. She quickly looks for more, but this is where they lead. There’s no way she’s backing out of this just because she’s scared. So she takes a few heavy steps into the area and looks around for a clue why there might be arrows leading here. And she sees it. The area is behind one of the many power plants, and she can see that these androids have tampered with the Generator box. But just as she’s noticed this, the abandoned androids take action. The first one springs his remaining arm towards her, but she ducks and starts to run. A child android starts chasing her from behind, and the others lumber from behind. Unfortunately there’s a rock in the middle of where Robbin is going to step, and she falls hard and painfully. The child android catches up with her and jumps onto her back to prevent her escape. Robbin is panicking when Choco starts clawing and shining his beaming eyes into the child androids eyes. This makes an effect on it (you never want to look straight into a robots eyes), and it falls back in pain. Robbin gets up and runs as straight as she can towards the Generator box, while Choco is distracting the others. I can see they both feel quite bold today.

Robbin reaches the Generator box and rings the emergency bell placed next to it. This signals the officials to come in five minutes. She then takes a look at the box itself, and growing up in Silver City, she knows exactly what to do. It’s quite easy really, since they only broke wires. She pulls out some gloves from her pockets and begins twisting them back together. Red to red, blue to green, green to blue, oh when will they ever end? She’s on the last one, when an android shoves her to the ground from behind. Well, Choco couldn’t keep them off forever, could he? And she’s fighting for her life, when the light of the officials Flies (flying machines) reaches her from above.

Quite simply, it’s wrapped up in two minutes. The officials are scarily efficient at their job. The androids are bonded and thrown in the back for proper disposal, and the Generator box is overlooked by a professional Mr. Bill who says that Robbin did a good temporary fix, but that they’ll need to replace them anyways. Robbin wonders what all her trouble was for. She’s given a ride home on one of their Flies, and when poor Miss Pammi sees her walked in by officials she nearly has a heart attack.

Robin has a sheepish look on her face. Can you see it from your bird’s eye view? She should’ve remembered about Miss Pammi, who has told her time and time again to be back by dark. She expects to get scolded, but after the officials leave on a tip of their hats, all she does is set down some hot Cocoa before her on the counter. All the other kids have gone to bed.

“Here that should warm you up.”

               

                Choco is settled neatly in Robbins lap as she sips the golden liquid slowly down her throat.

“Miss Pammi?”

“Yes?”

“Will Silver City not Flicker anymore?”

Miss Pammi looks at her and leans against the opposite counter.

“Yes, it will. The short-circuit you found was only one of who knows how many are out there.”

Robbin looks sad for a moment.

Then Miss Pammi adds “but I bet if the officials had you on their force, they would get them all before daybreak!”

They both smile, and Robbin tells her everything that happened again for the third time. She falls asleep on her chair a few minutes later, and Miss Pammi carries her into bed.

                Well? Not so tragic after all. Not as alone as she thinks. She’ll survive.

Screw all this, I'm writing Poetry

Screw all this, I'm writing poetry
by me(whatever)
to Sky Fish

Screw all this,
I'm writing poetry.
The fuzz in the headphones,
is sending my brain away.

So screw all this,
I'm writing poetry.
Let us return to my lone room,
white posted.

Your voice has always been annoying,
it's hard to stop remembering.
Through this catharsis, perhaps,
I can regain my gainings.

So screw all this,
I'm writing poetry.
I'm black on this background,
like confessing my sins.

So screw all this,
this junk people have shoved on me.
It only clogs the clockwork.
They take and never give. 

I'm writing poetry,
at least I think I am.
What if I didn't exist at all,
would I be happy then?

So screw all this,
I'm writing poetry.
I know I've repeated this line,
way too many times.

Are you bored?
with me?
with this poem?
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

So screw all this,
I'm writing poetry.
quite simply,
I've given up on my homework.

This little Earth,
I know nothing about, not even a tiny weeny bit.
They've hidden it,
in their lying eyes.

So screw it all,
I'm eating mud.
floating, floating,
buried, buried. 

They starve you,
and pretend their feeding you.
Fish, Fish, Fish,
swimming with bird brains.

I'm angry, if you haven't noticed.
So screw it all,
I'm writing poetry. 

I'm tired.

I'm tired.
by me(whatever)
to Kashiwa Daisuke- Stella

I'm tired.
No one knows
how tired I am.

My morning is still night,
and I watch the constellations
spin and spin.

The room is cold,
I wake with my breath against the window.
My shoes are following me
every day for more than seventeen hours.

The dull pain through my brain,
foggy eyes wishing to retrace their steps
It's as though I'm underwater.

Take me away on the Galactic Railway.

Kotaro Takamura's 'Chieko Poems'

I found something interesting. It's Kotaro Takamura.
I was reading some of his Chieko Poems yesterday and today, and they really are something. I feel like I know who he was without having to meet him just by reading them. The Chieko Poems were written about his wife Chieko, from his love for her, to her development into Schizophrenia, and her eventual death. My favorite is Lemon Elegy. This is possibly because it was the first one I heard, yes heard, because they made a sort of song to go with it: Lemon Elegy.

If you want to read the [translated] collection by Paul Archer, here's a link: The Chieko Poems.
I recommend reading about the background of the poems before reading the actual poems.

Caught

Caught
by me(whatever)
to Kashiwa Daisuke- the afternoon of rainy day

If it's the real world,
I can say right here I don't know much.
Caught in between,
I'm resisting without the reason.

Stretched, pulled
shrunk, pushed
I don't want to underly my mind any more than this.

Had I ever had my own words,
I wonder if they've been buried.
Too much of the air in here,
is stuffy, and I can't breathe.

this resistance, if it won
I would only be alone again.
Would you feel like weeping,
Miss Me I've been neglecting?

Futuristic Imagination

I don't know what it is, but I always end up coming back to this song. I heard it again last night, and I just had to post it here. I already posted it last year on Sugar Grains, and here I am with it again.

lyrics

This song is also the ending to Eden of the East. It has an interesting paper animation to go with it. If you want to see it, here's a link: Eden of the East ED.

Midnight Dinner Party

Midnight Dinner Party
by me(whatever)
to Beautiful world

Is it time to eat?
The guests moan and groan.
The tenth month, last day
a midnight dinner party.

The table is elaborately set,
the spoon and fork lay side by side.
with a choice of 20 different knives,
the guests will be pleased!

The birds in the cage to the corner,
cry out in agony for their lives.
Ah, their screams are music to his ears,
and the cook smiles in his song.

"Eat me,
stab me,
roast me,
carve me out of my skin.
pluck my feathers
drain my juice
once your rightly seasoned, then we may begin!"

The tall ones, the short ones,
all will take part in his dish.
The gong rings throughout the hall,
as the company takes their seats.

What will it be this time?
The green one can't hold back his drool.
Oh, and look
the tall one is taking his nightly tea.

The woman pile in through the wooden doors,
each face hidden by the brims of their hats.
The one with too many limbs,
is having trouble getting in the velvet chair.

I'm afraid the bread crumbs were eaten
dear, lost children.
Served ornaments on their platters,
the waiters grin as they carry them in.

Utensil against glass,
a ringing for a small, short speech from Mister Host,
"Good evening, my friends,
enjoy your sup as you may."

209 guests take up their appetite,
digging in with unbalanced relish.
legs and arms, fingers and ears
disappear into their mouths.

The lips burned into "O's",
Our neighbor Chameleon prefers them.
Oh, and don't forget Aunties soup,
with the chunks not properly sliced.

It's a happy gathering company,
the chatting and chewing flow.
The cages in the corner lie empty,
and drunk Mrs. Pumpkin starts to dance.

The dessert is small raisin cakes,
filled inside with jellied frogs.
The guests pat their bellies,
and sigh self-satisfied.

It's the Midnight dinner party,
and the visitors stand and leave.
The cook surveys his kitchen,
ordering the servants to clean the walls.

They throw the skulls out the backdoor,
bones to the vultures.
The children scream out,
echoing across the unlit stones.

It's the Midnight dinner party.

Inside No one

Inside No one
by me(whatever)
to Wotamin- 6900000000

To get myself to speak again,
I spit out worthless words.
And they won't even matter,
cause you won't even hear them,
and their meaning won't connect.

It's been this way since the start,
no one knows, and no one cares.
When I finally was able to admit it to myself,
The only thing that changed
was the inside.

I'm tired of stories,
I'm tired of happy endings.
Our nails are cut, ripped out
and we can't hold onto anything.

It's only second rate,
the person who says it's me.
I know this, I understand
but for the sake of everyday
I have to keep a smile
so I can continue walking. 

the voices leak out from the clock,
the hands pointing and laughing.
But there's no one in this room,
and even if they were laughing,
it's only me.

Nowhere Else

Nowhere Else
by me(whatever)

In the next room,
they are waiting.
Impatient, voracious
scraping at the grating.

cold basement apartment,
bundled in blankets.
electric flickering, dripping tap
dilated eyes on the glass doorknob.
The children sleep in turns.

They scurry and pound,
the floor, the walls, the door.
The moaning wakes the youngest,
whose cries for his mother
summon their interest for prey.

Night after night,
an hour before dusk,
small hands must assure that door is locked. 

There's nowhere else to go.