Window

Window
by me(whatever)
-had to write for English class, relating to Mrs. Macbeth (ugh). 

Is it in sleep these dreams collide through pasts,
mistakes we realize neither could take back
where the sight through this window slightly casts
memories where we turned ivory black.
Another broken thought takes it's hold tight,
fighting away from the steps we stand on;
wandering within the long, deathly night
a somber choir of lost voices speak songs
echoing in my unhearable mind
telling of the futility of 'joy',
that which was taken of our hands to bind,
an unfit future where we then destroy
any shred of white left upon our hearts
as we slowly begin to drift apart.

Snowman

Snowman
by me(whatever)
to Lucky

I'm cold,
I'm snow,
but you fastened on my head,
and settled your warm scarf
around my shoulders.

I can't move,
I can't even blink,
but here I am,
alive because you created me.

I'm white,
I'm freezing,
afraid of the sun rising.
But as I stay without any feet,
I can feel the world revolving.

I can't speak,
I can't mutter a single word,
of thanks or sorries to you.
Born at the human hand,
I have no mouth, except
a pretty little line of nuts.

I'm happy,
I'm frustrated,
soon I will die.
I watch over the night,
and the day who melts me,
won't defeat me now.

I won't be gone,
until you come home.
You're warm,
you're important,
you formed me out of ice,
breathing vapor as you said hello.

So I'll wait,
and I'll wait,
shelling over,
crumbling,
pieces of me falling,
falling away.

"Hello"
I never sleep,
but I watch with a lopsided smile
the stars winking in the sky.

I'm cold,
I'm snow,
but I'm warming,
I'm warming!
But I'm leaving,
I'm leaving....

"Hello"
You speak,
and you see,
unfastening your frosted scarf
from the pile of slush,
that is me.

Lines

Lines
by me(whatever)
to miku- glow

balancing 3 centimeters wide,
holding our faint breath
on the line that stretches through the sky
forever and ever.

carried as toddlers,
we walk because we were born*
Mother, little sister,
conversations lost.

Cumulonimbus balance in the wind,
wisp flowing through our hair.
Standing 6 inches wide,
looking forward,
forever and ever.

Do you have any dreams?
I've been lonely in this empty sound.
The ripped up storybook,
we read in lamp light.

Friends and family we've lost,
we just want to live!
Camlin's attempted connection,
slowly, in this broken world.

We held on as they pushed us off,
the sunlight glinted in fear.
You held my hand,
and we both fell to earth.

* relating to the line "I walk because I was born" from the song Strobe Light

Waiting

Waiting
by me(whatever)
to Little Talks

Here we go again,
living the normal life,
standing on the bridge.

Unusually,
with nothin' to say,
not at all,
watching the water pass by.

Don't feel like adding,
Don't feel like swimming,
and though I'm here,
I don't even feel like idling.

With nothing to write,
I'm waiting.
For something to hit me,
hard enough to make me spin.

The normal life, it's refreshing,
but I want to get back on track.
It's cold outside,
and I can feel it through my gloves.

Rainy Morning

Rainy Morning (11-21-13)

A small bird
calling desperately for it's mother
ran over in the rainy morning.

If I could see a seagull,

or a sea-cat,

today would be fine,

I'm sure. 

On rainy mornings

I can't sleep,

pacing around

like a caged animal. 

My last bit of freedom,

to walk a little farther in the cold

taken away by kindness.

The Zoo Man

The Zoo Man
by me(whatever)
to Lemon Elegy

The zoo man,
a step away from the front door
handing out stuffed animals.
To us, who were before a decade
guiltily grabbed and snatched
not knowing more than ourselves.

It was awhile ago,
a childhood memory stuffed in a box.
The giraffe and the small dog
put away in my closet.
They no longer smell of the smoke
the zoo man used to breathe.

His picture put away;
we were all waiting.
A marvelous, casual Santa Claus,
forgotten in the blink of time.
Before your white flowers,
all I can remember
is that one memory.

Screened Life

 Screened Life
To Utada Hikaru- Prisoner of Love

In the movie room,
they watch in folded chairs.
Laughing, and laughing,
as they see me on the screen.

It's the same today,
just like yesterday.

With a happy face,
the actors lie to each other.
Prisoner to the script,
playing charades.

Unable to make a single move,
we wait for the audience's hand.
Never making eye-contact. 

Everyone has their backs turned,
facing something called the future.
But no matter how many times,
we cry out the perfect lines,
identity is still a question.

I want,
to take a step
out of line.

The days still the same,
don't reverse the film.
They point their hands and accuse,
but I'm unable to hear them.

If I tried peering out the screen,
the room would just be dark.
Can't there be something else?

The underwater cameras,
blink and wink from their lenses.

Just a prisoner,
to their every single whim and way.
They take such interest in me!
I laugh and wave. 

Winter Footsteps

Winter Footsteps
by me(whatever)
to Hiro no Hoshi and miku- aurora

The first day of winter,
a step on the dying grass
frosted letters from the mailbox,
rustling in my arms.

the sky glazes over in gray
Like an old photograph,
the world is tipped in black

To take a breath is stinging,
a frozen cleanliness empties our lungs.
in a solitary silence
you make hand-prints in the snow.

Time is so fast,
yet in these months it seems to stand still.

You hold out your thumb,
creating a human compass.
Night falls at 5 O'clock
illuminating our footsteps.

The trees have shed their umbrellas,
coats, and clothes.
Passing by,
I feel like looking back a little.

Because I get the feeling
we're in a snow-globe.

The moon echoes from here,
a quiet sound like a music box.
Swallowing this pure white setting,
I leave in cold feet.

The Names of Us

 The Names of Us
by me(whatever)
to Moonfall

Do they know my name?
a light bulb,
I can't help but be cruel to them
when they speak that way.

It's a method,
I crack my fingers
and yawn myself to wakefulness
as they pull out my ear wax

I can't understand,
the 30's lady words spouting out,
around and around my head.
They sure sound good,
but what do they mean?

Pay attention,
pencils/  no PENS ready
pretty piper paper poised
against all dared prayers.

Who is your name?
I won't ask what again.
It's not anything, is it?
Yes, I knew it.

Are you colored over?
A moth who couldn't make it to day?
Charlatan checkers over the chickens,
I'm so very tired of it all.

Modeled clay,
let's harden to an ugly state
just to infuriate them.

Who's dead,
and who's alive?

Guess what it is?
You already know it.
I find your attitude
incredibly annoying.

"Become what you want,
we'll show you how!"
They said.

"Become whatever,
I'm your factory product,
and you know it as well as I"
Should I say, I said?

It's a war,
exhausted of this fight
against hypnotism.

Hypnotism: 
Definition relays the disease of a hippo who doesn't want to be one.
And who has back pains. 

Shut up.