Ocean in Oregon

Ocean in Oregon
by me(whatever)
to: Coldplay- Hurts like Heaven

ocean in Oregon
responding to the world's spin,
responding to the moon
light grey clouds
light grey sand
reflecting each other,
an earth and sky love affair.

waves slide serene
attempting to meet me before I go
attempting to walk along the beach
with it's own two legs,
and with it's sweet, fresh, and cold breath
kiss the warm lungs
of a human, as nonexistent
as a single grain of sand.

old man and his daughter
arm in arm, strolling down the line
not knowing how far they've gone
not knowing how far they'll go
and over here,
a person standing alone
watching the white foam disappear
with the person they've loved so far away
waiting and waiting
wrapped comfortably in the water's soliloquy.

And the birds fly back and forth
together, low across the edge of the world
in rhythm with the waves
in rhythm with the gravity of the moon
in rhythm with the spinning of the Earth
and only a few of the dead
add to the reality of the canvas.

the boy picks up a drifting stick
etching a chaos of curving lines
against the ground, as though
trying to mark that he was there,
he was definitely there,
underneath the light grey sky
before the clear, white ocean
on the millions of grains of sand.

I am

I am
by me(whatever)

I am a coward
that is why I can be brave.

I am weak
that is why I can be strong.

I am in sorrow
that is why I am able to love.

I am poor
that is why I can labor.

I am angered
that is why I can make my stand.

I am in pain
that is why I can move forward.

I am foolish
that is why I can learn.

I am alone
that is why I am who I am.

Although

Although
by me(whatever)
to: Say Something

Although they scream at me,
blaming me and crying
I'm only the puff of an existence,
that they can't even see is dying. 

It's almost as though,
throughout all these years,
not one of us has lived at all.

Yet I've discovered,
in a universe
I've feared
a name that still
hasn't disappeared.

Though I can't solve,
these questions,
I've managed to live this far.

And though they're stuck,
I still can't help them.
Alone in our own minds,
a.m. and p.m.

Because in this room
even with someone there,
I can only see myself.

Yet I've discovered
in a galaxy
I've feared
a name that still
hasn't disappeared.

Since the world is round,
I am not allowed to cut corners
in the hours it gives me.

And though they explain,
I will never fully understand.
Even if love does exist,
I could never fulfill it's demands.

There is no place to stand,
and I could never belong
because I don't know who I am.

Yet I've discovered
in a world
I've feared
a name that still
hasn't disappeared.

And though neither of us exist,
and I don't know who I am,
I know who I want to become.
I want to become you.

Please don't say that.

Please don't say that.
by me(whatever)
to Miku- Don't look at me in that way

[
Anger
Terror
Mentality
Abuse
Distrust
Coward
]

Lucky

[
Quiet
Kind
Mentality
Gentle
Trust
Brave
]

Depreciate

Envy
.
.
.

Sketch

Sketch
by me(whatever)
to: A Love Song (It's too clumsy)

you sketched me out on a piece
of ripped, lined notebook paper.
you breathed the first and the last
words I spoke to you.

Between the lines I am divided by,
there is an empty space of white.
Dots for eyes, and ovals for hands
what am I? who am I?

There was no time,
I was dead as soon as I was born.
There is a tattered piece of a part of you
still left in me. 

Open the day to more
than a ruled blue horizon.
Because I've been here a long time,
closed within night.

If its your dream,
where do you think I'll travel to?
A forgotten moment,
since I couldn't resemble you.

Someone is Dead

Someone is Dead
by me(whatever)
to: Pendulum- Hold Your Colour

someone is dead,
I don't know who.

where are her scissors?
oh, I know
on the ground by the table.

The table is raised by books.

someone is dead,
I don't know who.

There's a fly
on the hook hanging from the cieling.

I can't tell
if this is my room or not.

Someone screamed out
last night at 3 AM.

Was it a phone call?
or...

Someone is dead in my room.
I don't know who.

The cereal bowl is dumped in the trash can,
the meat slipped from the pan.
They can smell it by now. 

Is a fingernail in the corner by the door?
Is there a red balloon across the wall?

Oh wait,
I popped it last night.
With scissors.

Who are these people here?
They're too noisy.

I don't like them. 

Someone is dead,
I don't know who
you are.

The rope is lowered
at 9 AM.
It scratches, you know?

No one can see you.
Your number reads from the phone.

1-121-2212

Someones breath lets go
at 4 AM
last night.

The shells layer the apartment
staining my carpet floor.

Only you can see me
only I can see you.

Someone is dead,
I don't know who
I am.

It's too Hot for Thinking

It's too Hot for Thinking
by me(whatever)
to yanagi nagi- Little Forest

It's too hot for thinking,
and a moment ago
the swamp cooler broke
again...

What is summer,
that we lust after it so
is nothing better than
something...?

I'd like to escape my room,
and glide over mountain green
but I find that my destination
isn't on the written path.

Beh,
I'm eating an orange out of season
and pondering over dead people
that I never met.

Because you are not me,
do you not understand the things
that I say, write, and think?
Do I understand you?

I need to clean my habitat,
wash my clothes, and vacuum the floor.
But I procrastinate and create excuses.
yet I still don't feel bad.

six in the afternoon,
the world is still spinning
has nothing changed,
or has something changed?

It's too hot for thinking,
and a moment ago
I fell asleep from reality
again...