Paper Birds

Paper Birds
by me(whatever)
to: Flow- Days

In the warming season,
I came to love this town.
the shatters and tatters of your paper birds,
flew off the balcony in the gust of wind
like the remnants of a dream
how can I connect to your words?

Any cold memories that were left,
are melting like ice cream in the sun
Although truly nothing has changed since those days...
in the golden horizon seen from astride your kite,
the clouds floated and flitted uneasily
addressing it's love to the phantom blaze.

The dream is far away
enough that I might fall.
within the grasp of the eastern jet stream,
I've gone lighter than the stratosphere
to see this Earth from the moon,
because things are not always what they seem. 

Living the days one by one,
I was used to living here.
the childish balloon I held to the sky
shriveled up like the apple core you threw to the ground
even when I attached ten thousand to my arms
I realized I wasn't able to fly.

At the distance between,
I was stuck before the destination.
If the milky-way was out of my reach,
I never saw anything except a city of nebulae
filling up the shuttle screen;
an anticipatory breach. 

You were looking beyond,
to a place I couldn't see.
Over the summer grass twilight held agleam,
I landed the reply to those letters
twisted in the shape of birds, because
I know you are not what you seem.

The Annexation of the Netherworld

The Annexation of the Netherworld
by me(whatever)
to Miku- Love Love Nightmare

The annexation of the netherworld,
I saw it in a dream.
laughing and dancing in the blood shed,
bestowing the crown on the young boy's head.

My boogie man crept out from the closet,
the ravenous shadows slunk from beneath the bed
to join the feast in the banquet hall,
laying the table pieces with the old man's skull.

The harpies began to sing in choir,
as the ghouls chopped down the sky-reaching tree.
The throne grinned at the top of the pedestal,
presenting it's fangs to hide the trepidation.

A castle black as night
holding demons in their invisible prison cells,
consuming each other, consuming themselves
throwing the remains in the river Cocytus.

I saw it in a dream,
a descending entropy as the roots drifted through Tartarus.
The young boy smiled within his trepanation
fastening the iron-fused crown to his separated cranium.

OverFlow

OverFlow
by me(whatever)
to School Food Punishment- Futuristic Imagination

What message are you trying to convey?
SOS from a casket of glass.
the day is ending without a sound,
flowing under the bridge lanterns.

tomorrow I might disappear,
I disappeared yesterday.
Whose to say where the river will lead?
Resistance is futile.

You're running again, see, look,
over there in the anti-gravity clouds
do you see a picture of yourself?
before the bus comes around the corner.

No one spares a glance,
the glass shatters orange in the dusk.
To feel your breath,
the bubbles rise.

There was no such thing,
as the mistake that once existed.
Before the dreams overflowed,
this empty city
kept changing.