The Dollmaker

The Dollmaker
by me(whatever)
related to The Town Doll's Midsummer Song

They pirouette the sun,
in the middle of our bonfire
their voices ring like angels,
their wings in the mire.

Porcelain faces, almond eyes,
dressed in the clothing of the dead.
The village laughs and dances,
as though lead by a thread.

In the moonlit night,
they follow a masquerade.
With the masks of the lost,
they frolic for our aide.

tugging against clockwork strings,
the smoke disappears their hands.
The pearl rings across his arms
resembling a pair of wedding bands.

The village has left,
yet their red shoes remain.
Across the midnight darkness
the fire begins to wane.

One by one they drop,
with the ashes of the sun.
He sighs and trundles them back;
the midsummer's dance is done.

Leviathan

Leviathan
by me(whatever)
to Chloe

Winding down the rainy street,
alone and miserable and cold
the cat disappears in the blue-torn evening
where globe lanterns shimmer like fool's gold.

In a quiet town,
the rain piles up in it's own voice.
in the places the people haven't been
it echoes without a choice.

The end of the world,
From the depths of an ocean despair,
I walk over the silent roads
crying and gasping for air.

Trig

 Trig
by me(whatever)
to miku- アルカリ成人

I glance over,
the graph functions resemble a heart beat.
Trigonometry, but its only two,
Sitting alone in their seats.

I need a sine,
my sweet π.
is your calculator in the right mode? 

Radians and Degrees,
it's getting rather hot in here.
If you look at the problem with that angle,
I think I'll throw a tangent.

This is a story where we go in circles,
cooperating sines (cosign),
the range we have is -1 to 1,
my domain is all reals!

Your eyes stretch vertically,
rising and rising in amplitude,
But I've already hit an asymptote. 

Arms in a horizontal shrink,
my head in 360°
the measure of θ still far away,
but this terminal disease is yet a side hobby.

This is a story where we go in circles.

How are you?

 How are you?
by me(whatever)
to monochrome liar

"How are you?"
I don't know how to respond.

The day is expending,
flying out of the sky
without a single farewell.

We grow things on our heads;
you grow bunny ears,
and I grow antlers
for coat hanging.

They hate nonsense,
completely despise it.
And yet there is no such thing
as the word 'nonsense'
without the word 'sense'
in it.
Is there?

She hates questions,
especially when I give them?

I eat my meal,
the ocean in my
barely drunk from glass.

"Acceptance?"
"Fear"?
what words surround
at what time?

Shall I make everything a question?
Or is that just an underdogs cry?
I just ate my meal,
savoring the nonsense bits.

Playing chess,
alone in an empty room.
Even with a tear or two,
it remains the same.

The time will come
to open the door.
Accept everything you hate,
Fear everything you need.

Inside, I can't tell
is it Summer or Winter?
I'm so cold,
so it must be Summer!

Tomorrows striding through the sky,
without a single, polite "Hello."
Yet the one that won't talk,
is me.

"How are you?"
I can't respond.

So many questions,
questions, questions.
Answers, answers?

The noise surrounds me,
I despise it,
yet can't live without it.

I have no conclusion.

Bottle Sea Train

 Bottle Sea Train
by me(whatever)
to miku- Orange Zotoropu

gatan goton*
on the forever running,
tracks through the blue sea
held tightly in a bottle.

memories
forgotten
accidentally
slip

through the afternoon light,
refracting through a window.
The comforting smell
of old leather.

A child on the line,
counting steps
running,
running.

gatan goton
as orange shifts to
a sky full of stars.
How far it goes,
no one knows.

sounds
forever
gone
suddenly

reheard in the sloshing
of a pair of yellow boots.
Echoing against the space
between floor and ceiling.

It remembers,
flowing
in the far-away.

Gathering broken hearts
on the Bottle Sea Train.

*(Jap)- onomatopoetic sound of a train,

literally "clickity-clack" or as such

Colossus

Colossus
by me(whatever)
to Imagine Dragons- Hear me

With nowhere to go,
we swallow the emptiness,
like closing our eyes,
shutting out the loneliness.

The noise won't go away,
we pay our souls with sins.
relating to those demons,
who wear our human skins. 

A colossus tramping down the city,
invisible broken skyscraper.
The shattered, the beaten,
scream as they're vanished to vapor.

We can't fall asleep,
shivering in our bed sheets.
Abandoned emotions
wandering the streets.

Trying so hard!
we step forward without breathing.
Fish out of water,
hearts barely beating.

Colossi crushing down the city,
it's silent, unspoken,
as their hands reach the stratosphere,
praying for the broken.

Erasing.

Erasing.
by me(whatever)
to Soraru- Tsuki Akari

There's a clock in your eyes,
flawing the white moon
like spoiling pure milk.

Cleave to this silence",
in a bonfire of noise
There's a canary in my throat,
singing, singing, screaming, screaming.

turned your back,
bestride your dragonfly fish
Never saying another word.

I will, dreams will,
vanish between our fingers.
erasing
erased.

Standing

Standing
by me(whatever)
to Of Monsters and Men- Dirty Paws

some days come short,
some come long.
without realizing where I stood at all,
I must've found where I belong.

the way is hard,
it hurts to care.
the mountains among your heart,
are wondering how you'll fare.

The oceans sing songs,
edging across the border.
To reach you is like knocking,
knocking from the corridor.

Some days I'm here,
some I've disappeared.
the birds have all gone,
returning when the storms are cleared. 

If it was yesterday,
if it was today,
against the deep wood slope,
to be where your mind has strayed.

There's a whisper in the valleys,
where your voice has left a shadow.
When I wander beyond the hills,
I listen and swallow.

If it's today,
If it's tomorrow,
it calls and calls and calls,
answering for your sorrow.

the snow sings songs,
over the peaks above.
The clouds cover the world below,
where everything's dead but love.

Some days come short,
some come long.
Without realizing where I stood,
I must've found where I belong.

Narrator

Narrator
by me(whatever)
to Gumi- Donut Hole

Sitting aside,
watching like the audience,
what can I say,
stuck in the middle.

I know everything,
yet I tell them nothing.
I tell them everything,
yet I know nothing.

They go on with their performance,
speaking perfectly from the script.
I laugh at them,
yet it tugs on my puppet strings.

Even saying things,
they can't hear me.
My position is shoved apart,
because my acting lacks.

I can't be part of that world,
I don't even own a name.
Unable to connect,
there's nothing left to do. 

Corner

Corner
by me(whatever)
to Gumi- Donut Hole

opaque milk carton,
somewhat hazy this morning
as I ignore it again.

wiping my nose on my sleeve,
I revisit my friend.
The one that was in the corner of the room
Last night.

It attacks again,
over-lied by an adult coverage,
I easily see the child behind it.

It's screaming
"I don't know what to do now!"

With a face stuck
with fruit loops,
swallowing a pearl necklace.

And it's just there,
staring at me
from the corner of the room
Last night.

No matter how many times
it pounds on the door,
the hinges are rusted over.
I can't open it.

With a face both bored
and injured,
we watch everyone outside.

This morning again,
burnt toast behind slick sticky jam,
I ignore it once more,
standing behind me.

Never saying a word,
my world is a silent swinging apple.
I took a knife.

Dissecting the parts of myself,
that no one ever understood.
I could see the bruises
beneath the surface.

The mail that
no one answers,
sent out from an invisible mouth.

It's screaming out,
but the words won't connect.

What's 46 + 96 = mouse
it laughs quietly,
at our sad little riddle,
As we hunger more and more. 

Coughing in this cold weather,
it follows my footsteps.
I smile,
and it frowns.

No matter how many turns I make,
I can't find the way out the maze.
Treading as carefully as I can,
before the minotaur finds me.

It's a matryoshka problem,
It won't speak
with the red skin between its teeth. 

The things I never knew,
the things it never knew.
I frown,
and it smiles.

If it's a game,
we both know the rules,
yet we both cheat.

hiding in my bed sheets,
drowning in my headphones
from the corner of the room
Last night.

Deleting entries,
smudged ink.
raindrops in a cup.

Tired of seeing
the white bleeding out,
I kept my eyes closed.

It's there,
standing in front of me.

Whispering in my ear,
"Goodbye"

I couldn't stop
the flood.
I laugh sadly,
and it cries for joy.

There it is,
I've found it!
In the corner of the room,
staring from a mirror.

It had a nice meal,
looking at me with a smug smile,
chomping on an apple.

"Shall we play again?"
it says. 

There was nothing I could do,
standing in the corner of the room,
last night.