Tuesday, August 18, 2015

by me(whatever)
to: Gumi- Yuurei (midoriinu)

It's an unresponsive emergency
where no justice has ever existed.
What's right or wrong?
The crying child in the corner of the room
seems to be invisible to you.

pick and pull at the strings;
they stare and question what you are.
if you walked down to where they died,
farther and further
even you wouldn't be the same.

Less than human, yet more,
there's no place for you to belong.
The trembling you hide behind your stone face,
will go on.
They're the hypocrite. You're the hypocrite. 

drink down the pain with your misunderstood ideals;
tell me exactly what I should be.
Forever
In between the empty space of brain and ghost;
were you able to hear me?

Friday, August 14, 2015

by me(whatever)
to: 夜明けと蛍- yuuna

It's after midnight,
on a Thursday night,
or Friday morning.
I've noticed how
everything has changed
in these past two weeks.

I'm sitting here
typing with a tissue
glued to my face.
a bloody nose
is never a good addition
to anything, really.

I'm tired, and somewhat emotional.
I'm sorry you must be reading this.

How long ago was yesterday;
is it still within my grasp?
a little lightheaded as
I am prohibited from taking a shower.

The cat in my room
whines whenever I leave at night.
She and I are somewhat alike.
We're lonely and afraid
people will leave us
when the sun goes down.
my pink slippers are sorta broken.
it might be time for a new pair.

It's like reaching out
for a pair of hands from a stranger
in the future
who may or not be there.
you don't feel like
you can depend on the people around you.
I want to sleep,
but there's too many what-ifs in my room.
like
"what if I died tomorrow?"
or
"what if chocolate had never been invented?"
it's annoying.

I'm done with the past,
I don't need to think about it anymore.
I may have betrayed myself somewhere,
but I am who I am now.
So, I know who you are.
Let me go to bed and wake up in the morning
already.
No?
What a egoist you are.

My cat is a cute fluff ball.
sleeping in a pink bed too small for her.
You don't know how cute it really is,
just from this lazy description.
too bad.
you're deprived.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

by me(whatever)
to: furukawa honpo- kamakura

someone I knew well,
and someone I never knew
died two weeks ago.

I have so many
words I want to say, and yet
I have none at all.