Waltz of The Moon

Agh, I'm obsessed with this video and song. It's just too beautiful. It actually reminds me of a drawing I did once. I love things like this. It's a bit like Alice in Wonderland, but not quite. By the way, it looks a lot cooler in full-screen.

This song is Tsuki no Waltz by Mio Isayama (Tsuki no Waltz means Waltz of the Moon) I also like all the covers people have done, especially noting Chase's :Tsuki no Waltz (Chase) listen to it to, if you have time and like the song like I do.

I listen to this song while I write my horror story.(I'll put it up when I'm finished) It's wonderful.

I smell all the smoke from the fireworks. All that pollution.

Gold Watches and Jingle Bells

The Gold Watch

 By ME(Whatomic)

My named is Louis de Coutes. Born into a peasant family, I never really understood the suffering we withstood. My family was never truly happy, but we came close despite our misfortunes. Days were spent in the fields, scraping the dusty dirt for any vegetation that had survived the scorching war sun. Living our lives in the city of Reims, I had heard far off about a maid that had rallied the French troops against the English at Orleans and miraculously won. Apparently all the French citizens were all energized after this victory and had put her as some sort of unbeatable idol. My parents were energized to, however I remained somewhat unmoved. I had no idea what any of these things had to do with me. What was a few far off victories if it didn’t affect me? A month later, in June, I heard she had won a few more victories in places like Jargeau and Patay. She claimed she won because of God. I was rather skeptical. Would God really take sides in a human war? Well.

                I scuffed the dirt and pushed a tiny seed into the crevice I made. Perhaps this one would actually sprout instead of just dying like the others. Feeling overheated, I retreated over to the shade of a tree and shook in a gulp of water. The water ran over my tongue and took my temperature away. I laid there for awhile; watching idly as a dragonfly flitted back and forth in a cloud of gnats. I just stared at it. In a way it was appeasing and infuriating to sight something as indecisive as you were. I only sat there. I believe I dozed off, for the next moment I opened my eyes with a sharp pain on my cheek. A man stood over me; a tall man in his middle ages, wearing a uniform with a sword in his hand. I realized that he had just slapped me with the flat end of his sword in order to wake me up. He opened his mouth. “Hey, brat where’s your folks?” It wasn’t a question, but a demand. I just stared at him. The man played with his sword. “I don’t have time for petty jokes; let me see what’s on ya’.” And with that he grabbed the scruff of my neck with his left hand, and with the other started rummaging around my waist coat pockets. He pulled out the golden watch I had received only a month ago for my birthday from my father. I bit my cheeks. “Oh? Not something you would expect on a peasant boy would you? Well then, I’m off.” He let go of the scruff of my neck and walked off swinging it in circles with his hand. I was thrown on the ground. That man was a French soldier. Why was he here, in Reims, when the area was controlled by Duke Philip? It didn’t make any sense, but I knew one thing. I had to get my watch back. That watch had been passed down in my family for generations. I couldn’t just simply let it go.

                I ran towards him and grabbed the swinging chain from the surprised soldier. But when I turned to run back, he grabbed the back of my collar, choking the breath out of me. “Hey, brat, what do you think you’re trying to do?” He grabbed the watch chain and threw me to the ground. “Think twice before you challenge an adult.” He walked off and disappeared between the trees. I was left there, feeling desolate. What would I tell my father? He had given me that watch as a symbol of growing up. My family had kept that watch for over 150 years. I had lost it in only a month. Useless.

                My six-year old little sister came running over to me before I could fully realize the loss of the watch and anguish over it. “Come quick, Louis, come quick! There are people in the streets! Mommy and daddy are there too, they were asking for you. Come on!” I rose to my feet and dusted off the dirt on my pants. “People in the streets?” Annabel tugged on my shirt. “Yes, yes, and we need to see, now!” My curiosity got the better of me, and we set off running down to the main street. I dared not raise my suspicions, but was that man one of the “People”? And what was going on? I hadn’t heard anything about this, where were the old hag gossips when you need them?

                We rounded a corner and a sight awaited me. All the faces I had grown up seeing, dirty, clean, rich, poor, were crowded on the sides of the street cheering. The noise was immense. Men and horses paraded in the middle of the street, proudly showing off their swords and uniforms. The uniforms, I noticed, were French; the same as the soldier who robbed me. My hunch had been right. I looked around at the soldiers faces; none of them was the robber. Some of the citizens were waving French flags.

                Annabel tugged me to the left.”Mommy and daddy are over here.” I allowed her to guide me over to the parents who had given birth to me, and the father that had trusted me with his watch that I had just lost only minutes before. I tried to act natural. “So what’s going on, father?” I had to yell to get my voice over the noise. My father turned around with an extremely glad look on his face. “Ah! Louis we were looking for you! What were you waiting around for? It’s the coronation of the Dauphin!” He turned back to the parade of soldiers and resumed his cheering.

                Well, I’m sure you could imagine my confusion. Coronation? Dauphin? In Reims? While Reims was under control of Duke Philip? Why hadn’t anybody told me what was going on? I was practically bursting at the seams with questions, but I couldn’t override the crowd’s noise with my own, so I just stayed quiet and watched. At a point where my eyes were swimming with in time feet and bright reflections off metal, the crowd got louder. It was the type of loud that is pointed directly at a certain person, the person we were all crowded around the street for. I looked around for the receiving personage of all this noise and excitement and found him.

                 A rather ugly man with a honking nose and drooping eyelids rode into view on a beautiful white horse. I wouldn’t have recognized him unless it was for the finery he was dressed in. My mother turned to me. “That’s the Dauphin, darling, do you see him?” She pointed at the figure I had just recognized. I nodded yes and she turned back around, picking Annabel up in her arms so she could see. I looked at the Dauphin again. This was Charles VII, the new king? It was a bit hard to believe. I glanced at the people riding behind him. They were all clad in armor, except… Was that a woman? I squinted my eyes. Yes, it was. Clad in men’s armor, riding behind the Dauphin with a confident smile on her face; Joan of Arc! I realized suddenly. As if it could be another person. A seventeen year old girl in men’s armor, and behind the Dauphin. That place would be reserved just for her.

                Two soldiers were riding by her sides. I glanced at their faces. One of them had a scrubby chin and looked around forty, while the other one… The man on her right side caught my eye and smirked. It was the man who robbed me! The look on my face was probably something to behold, as Somer (our old neighbor), asked me if I was alright. I sort-of just looked at him and nodded as I ran over everything in my mind. I got robbed, coronation of king, Joan of Arc, Soldiers, Robber next to Joan of Arc. What was going on?

                My best friend, Jean d’Aulon, ran over to me waving another one of those small banners. “Hey Louis, they’re moving into the church for the crowning, wanna go see?” I glanced at the soldiers parting ways at the entrance to the church to let the Dauphin inside. “How? We’re not allowed inside.” Jean grinned. “I know a way.”

Jean led me to the back of the church and looked around for soldiers.  There wasn’t any. He turned around and put a finger to his lips, then reached down and pulled on a chain stuck in the dirt. To my amazement, the dirt lifted, and revealed itself as a trapdoor. There were steps down into a deep dark tunnel and it was filled with dirt and cobwebs. Jean looked at me, then started down into the tunnel. I watched after him for a minute, then followed after.

                It was hard going, but after a while of groping along in the dark with our hands, we came across a small beam of light and heard talking voices. Jean stopped in front of me and motioned upwards. Another trapdoor entrance sat above us, a set of stone steps like the ones before leading up to it. This was where the voices came from. We squeezed our ears to the back of the trapdoor and listened.

                “So regarding the absence of a page or squire for the Maid, where is the next place you reason you could get them?” A man’s voice appeared first. Papers rustled, and then a woman’s voice came in. “Is it really necessary?” I’ve fought all my battles without the need of them, why should I need some now?” The man’s voice again. “It’s mostly for the public, as a page and a squire require that you are an important figure, however the use of them will go far also.” More voices came in, though we couldn’t hear them. Jean turned to me. “I think the coronations already over, this is just boring adult stuff, wanna go home?” I nodded yes, and we turned back from the trap door to go back through the tunnel, when my heart stopped cold. A soldier was standing right behind us. He was grinning. We scrambled to get away, but the soldier grabbed us by the back of our collars. He slipped something cold and metallic into my pocket, then with us in tow, jumped through the trapdoor and into a sea of unrecognizable faces. The blast of light revealed the soldiers face as the man who robbed me. “Hey missie, I got your page and squire.” Through the beating of my own heart, I could hear the ticking of my watch in my pocket.

 FIN
 

I found this song, and even though Christmas is long over, I just love it. I love the vid the best though. It's too hilarious for my life. 96Neko, I freakin' LOVE YOU!

 This song is a remix of Jingle Bells(Japanese version of COURSE), sung by 96Neko, Tenchou, and Kogeinu. Anyway, I love this. These two things are so random put together, it's perfect!

Walking summer SsS Pillow-ness

Ugh, I haven't written a post in a while; that's the way it feels anyhow. I've written plenty of poetry, but all for school, so hold with me for this long post. As you do, maybe you'd like a little music? Here are some interesting songs I found in the past few weeks: Just be friends-North-T Arrange (cover Himawari) , Hello/ How are you- Band arrange (Nanou),  Meltdown (Jazz arrange), 1925- jazz arrange (Luka megurine) , Kagaribito- Miku Hatsune-Millstones.  If you can't listen to the voices, then listen to the karaoke versions, they're great!Note: all of these songs are originally by Vocaloids. The links are also at the bottom of the page in my 'Music I listen to?:' link list.

*This paragraph poem thing was written for my P.E. teacher so I could make-up stuff.

When I went Walking

                I went walking one day (or rather night, as it was) with a dog outside and around the lamp posts. The moon shone with a sort of brilliancy that reflected my shadow on its surface. I found myself not alone; as I watch other persons as myself loitering with an excuse as I was. Some played tennis, some played night games, and one couple I disgustingly witnessed, ended a date with a kiss. I crossed to the other side of the street.

                The night fancies to cover things up, wrapped in a velvet blanket of shade. I unconsciously moved out of light, as though defining my features offended it. I strolled around in a circle, first through a park named after a lake, then passed my home and went on through to other streets. I slowed before my destination, however, and retraced my steps backwards. I walked backwards with my dog pulling me down. I walked forwards then, to my house, and went to sleep.

After Summer

The deserted town of After Summer,

No longer moved a breath

A man found himself walking,

In a large piece of absence.

The water called him first,

Lapping the shore with its waves.

He remembered a flower

Blossoming in the water graves.

Second, he finds a garden

And the largest flower of all

Is a “Pansy for thoughts”

Who empties all realization.

These false confessions,

And only imagined affection

Exactly like forgotten photos,

Searching through reflection.

Love is precisely pain,

Forgotten scissors and tearing in,

Running then jumping back

A paralyzed memory After Summer.

*Written as a response to Africa: Short story= "Absence” by Yasmina Khadra

*The line “pansies for thoughts” taken from “Absence.”

Haiku:

soundless pens-

Pens eat the paper

outside the lined white dying

There is no sound here.

Summer river-

A canopy green

floating the boats of summer

away in the blue.

Skylark -

The skylark alive

soaring up in feeling high

Again Forever.

Ode to my Pillow

Oh,

Like a cloud

Motionless,

waiting on my boat;

My pillow

Fluffy, unadorned,

slipped into a fabric case.

You hold my head up

when the night wind bellows outside

And filled with soft-filled ecstasy.

The king of all birds!

Succeeded all imagination

You whisper melodies weaved of happiness

into my ear

to my dreamland.

Could you, Could you?,

Comprehend the puffed up beauty?

The rectangle of star-filled generosity

holds all things under it I need

desperately.

Willing

to be abused

When I'm in a fluff fight,

or crawl in as what, the cat

brought in.

Lovely like candy.

Oh,

like a cloud

Motionless,

Waiting on my boat;

My pillow.

*All poems written by Me (Whatomic).

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Panda Juveniles

*written to this song: Panda Hero (Guriri cover) I used a few words from the lyrics, such as 'Hero, pinch runner, android, etc."

Juvenile delinquents 

First rule is to attack,
find your ground and wield that bat,
chew your insulted sugar-free gum,
and blow the beginning of the battle.

Second rule is to run forwards,
hide your dirty hands in your back pockets,
Spit into the face of noise,
and kill the line of goody-goodies.

Whoever said they were a victim?
They got what they wanted,
a group of armed pink-dyed flowers
are still discriminated in crime.

Pulled on those scarlet stained boots,
Hid that razored hair in a capped hat.
Bunch of merry-go-round Tye-dye T-shirts,
Stomped on all those drooling Zebra's.

I watched the letters on your arm smear,
Shall I show you these cat claws?
I'll show you to laugh at something you think is a game,
You'll never believe in Heroes again.

"Give me a favor, please?'
What do you think I am, a pinch runner?
My bat has turned to sharp splinters,
infected and red, as they're stuck in my hands.

I lied, there are no rules,
that's the life of a rubber-duck
who floats in a bath of crimsoned grime,
I crunched that candy into bits of steel.

Don't walk around here,
I'll tie your eyes with my belt,
Don't you dare play with us,
We'll resonate that bucket over your head.

The silence of the whistle grounded,
your ears to the screaming radio.
Duck tape fixed that motionless android,
Who only spouted  fuzzy nonsense.

Clock-worked bunny-plush,
We're only alive in black.
Wire wrapped around our necks,
And that's the Last Rule.

Fish Schools to the freezing Sea's

School has started, and it's more tiresome than I remember from 3 months ago. I'm hoping I'll get used to it.  Some of my teachers are penguins, and others are bald-headed, but most of them are just the same.  Anyways, I have some random music for you as always.  If you know about vocaloids, then you have probably heard this song before.  Saihate is a very beautiful piece of sadness.  What I found here on YouTube, however is a ukulele version with a cover voice by someone. I think I might like it better than the original. The piano version in the suggestions is also very mentionable.

Have you ever heard of a band named School Food Punishment? For their name, they actually have some serious songs. They are not to be messed around with. I like Butterfly Swimmer, and Sea-Through Communication. I wrote the poem underneath listening to Butterfly Swimmer, so the best way to read it is to listen to the song(while reading). I also like Futuristic Imagination and Light Prayer.  I'm tired.



Snowy Sea 8/25/11

Threw in by tidal moons,
and running as fast as you can,
your cold, visible breath sinks in the sky;
following the wind-blowing fan.

I remember a feeling called love,
I remember, because I want to change.
Swimming in that freezing aura,
I let go when I was in range.

It's not by chance I am here now,
though I stumble in puddled footsteps
quivering like ripples inside-out,
feeling white rain drop into depths.