Chocolate Almonds

Chocolate Almonds
by me(whatever)
to: Yanagi Nagi- Finder

chocolate almonds,
fig bars,
sweet cranberries,
candy to nourish my brain.
Studying in a dim lighted room,
where one light bulb has already broken,
I listen to the same songs over and over.
Note writing about the universe,
I can't remember the last time I saw daylight.
seriously.

I haven't written a poem in a while,
wandering about the normalcy's of life.
A fairytale future that I believed in as a child,
is turning out to be so different.
I have to write about Jupiter, it's red spot,
and it's four largest moons discovered by Galileo...
peek out the blinds at 4 in the morning,
dark, light, white, fields of rice,
we rush to the window, my cat and I,
it's snowing!

Let's say that I've solved all the mysteries,
and I've discovered what they say is "who I am".
Somehow trekking through problems, and finding "answers",
hasn't let me put one foot in front of the other.
a dusty book shelf I haven't touched in a while,
a Daruma doll with both eyes blank,
a pen running out of ink,
yet only writing worthless nonsense.
What's the difference between a meteor, meteoroid, meteorite?
If I could change my name by being where I am,
I would go immediately to your side.

Daruma

Daruma
by me(whatever)
to Leave in Summer, Yet you're in my Fluffoughts

Mr. Daruma, Mr. Daruma,
why do you follow me so?
From the pinnacles of Tokyo tower,
to the depths of London below,
I feel you from the shadows.

Your eye gleams black,
even in the shimmering sunny day.
It's always the same,
your play of dismay,
so why can't I get away?

Mr. Daruma, Mr. Daruma,
the summer is waning thin.
this train has taken me
as far as I have yet to begin.

Mr. Daruma, Mr. Daruma,
I won't walk from the past as you do.
adieu to your wishes,
I refuse to be blue,
yet wouldn't you agree too?

だるまさんがころんだ。

The Village

 The Village
by me(whatever)
to spontaneous me
related to the poems: The Dollmaker and The Town Doll's Midsummer Song

The birds weep in the morning,
the sun overlies the town.
The grass is fresh with dew,
dripping slowly down.

Butterflies at their windows,
fluttering among the posies.
The smoke smothers the sky
floating in the warm summer breeze.

The fathers discard the wood,
the mothers withhold their young.
A shangri-la hidden within the trees,
where a curse speaks in devil's-tongue.

The river waters run clear,
reflecting shards of blue.
The living rather the dead,
another soul has flew.

The dance has left the grounds,
a sacrifice for the everlasting sun.
vessels in chains,
where soon there will be none. 

marionettes speaking to the pass-away,
deciding which will go.
The village shimmers in fortune,
since the calamity centuries ago.

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.

Pierrot

Pierrot
by me(whatever)
to Yamai- Tokyo Rock City

Pulling on my monochrome.
today too,
I'll be your ghost.

Black teardrops,
a series of expressions
they know to be faked.

I glance at nothing,
come,
play charades with me.

My hands outline,
exactly what you can't see.

Let me out of this window,
I'm begging you
share my mind.

Puckered in confusion,
a human doll.

Don't ignore me,
give me all of it;
your attention.

I pull on the rope,
climbing and climbing
like Romeo to you.

But you turn away your head.
Oh, how beautiful
concealing these emotions.

I keep bumping into things,
things that don't exist to you.

The chime is ringing,
an unwearable sound
giving me a single color.

I turn my head,
slowly, like clockwork,
watching you walk away.

Black and white,
alone together.

The day is disappearing,
Now I must open the invisible door
still without reaching you. 

Birds and Electricity

My goodness, it's 1 in the morning, and I finally finished this short story for school. There wasn't much criteria, and I'm exhausted, thank you very much.

Birds and Electricity

Robin Wetherill lived in Sky world on Aether Island in Silver City. And she was all alone.

You might think this is a grim way to introduce our heroine, but it must be admitted, she was alone. At least at the moment she is. Please look down from a high cloud and take a bird’s eye view of a small crowded island below. Do you see it? It’s the one in the middle, just floating there. To you it might resemble a bit like New York City placed in a Science Fiction novel. It has floating cars, skyscrapers poking out at impossible angles, and sidewalks hanging in the air.

Now, look a little closer to the right corner of your spyglass. See that large, dirty apartment building there? Good. Now, if you have a perceptional eye vision, you might notice that pin-prick of a girl standing at the base of the building. She has brunette hair, and is currently staring at the wall in front of her. She doesn’t have time for us right now, but we are going to watch her anyways. Why is she staring at a wall? Well, why don’t we ask her?

Robin Wetherill lived in Sky world on Aether Island in Silver City. And she was all alone. She was an orphan, enrolled in Pammi’s House for Girls. She has just lost her best friend, because she has moved away. If you look close enough, you can probably see her crying. The alleyway she is currently in is devoid of people. So you see, she really is alone, except for that incredibly annoying crow staring at her from that cable. It’s been bugging Robbin for a while. You see, because Robbin has always had this way of knowing when someone or something is looking at her. It has turned her somewhat paranoid, as you or I would be if you could tell every time someone was looking your direction. And this crow has been staring at her for such an awfully long time.

It has been driving her mad.

But let’s look away from the stalker crow for a second, and take a minute on the wall. Yes, the wall. It is somewhat interesting also, for on its surface is a collection of strange graffiti. It has some very decorative and hidden arrows pointing to the right. But, shh, Robbin just noticed them, probably because we were talking too loud. Oh look, now she’s become curious and has started following them.

Let’s see, she’s turned right, and left, oh, and now right again. Hmm, left, left, left, right, left, right, right, goodness these alleyways stretch on a while. But that is one thing about Silver City. Never underestimate her alleyways. They are worse than a labyrinth. Robbin knows this to, so she usually stays away from them, but she’s come to the conclusion that if she wants to head back all she has to do is follow the arrows backwards. But exactly what are they leading her to? It has been an hour since she started, and wiping some sweat from her brow, she notices that the crow is still following her. Yes, this crow is definitely a stalker, and Robbin becomes a little concerned. But what can she do? She keeps on.

Oh my, it’s been a few hours, and it’s starting to get dark. But for Robbin it’s too late to turn back. What are you going to do Robbin, you forgot to bring a flashlight. Silver City is generally well-lighted, but it would be troublesome if she wouldn’t be able to spot the hidden arrows anymore. Moreover, that crow is still following her. She wonders what it’s up about, when it suddenly swoops down to her and with a surprise turns on the yellow beams in its eyes. It’s not a crow at all, it’s a robot! Well, a robot crow. Does that count?

Robbin and the robot crow continue turning the corners at the end of the alleyways, the crow lighting the way. Robbin is just starting to get tired when she notices something funny going on with the urban lighting of Silver City outside. It’s flickering on and off, like it’s about to go out. This had been going on for a while lately, and the officials of Silver City had been spending hours, and money trying to figure out what the problem was. But they still hadn’t managed to discover what or who was behind it.

Robbin and Choco (she took the liberty of naming it) turn another corner and have suddenly found themselves in a den of androids. Robbin can tell right off these aren’t the usual androids. First of all, androids don’t gather together in a way that looks like a teenage gang, and second of all, they don’t look this scary. Each of them has something off them missing. Their hair is missing in chunks, and springs are popping out of their necks. Overall, they look much like a broken doll toy. They’re all looking at her with violent intent. Robbin, you better be careful.

But the arrows end here. She quickly looks for more, but this is where they lead. There’s no way she’s backing out of this just because she’s scared. So she takes a few heavy steps into the area and looks around for a clue why there might be arrows leading here. And she sees it. The area is behind one of the many power plants, and she can see that these androids have tampered with the Generator box. But just as she’s noticed this, the abandoned androids take action. The first one springs his remaining arm towards her, but she ducks and starts to run. A child android starts chasing her from behind, and the others lumber from behind. Unfortunately there’s a rock in the middle of where Robbin is going to step, and she falls hard and painfully. The child android catches up with her and jumps onto her back to prevent her escape. Robbin is panicking when Choco starts clawing and shining his beaming eyes into the child androids eyes. This makes an effect on it (you never want to look straight into a robots eyes), and it falls back in pain. Robbin gets up and runs as straight as she can towards the Generator box, while Choco is distracting the others. I can see they both feel quite bold today.

Robbin reaches the Generator box and rings the emergency bell placed next to it. This signals the officials to come in five minutes. She then takes a look at the box itself, and growing up in Silver City, she knows exactly what to do. It’s quite easy really, since they only broke wires. She pulls out some gloves from her pockets and begins twisting them back together. Red to red, blue to green, green to blue, oh when will they ever end? She’s on the last one, when an android shoves her to the ground from behind. Well, Choco couldn’t keep them off forever, could he? And she’s fighting for her life, when the light of the officials Flies (flying machines) reaches her from above.

Quite simply, it’s wrapped up in two minutes. The officials are scarily efficient at their job. The androids are bonded and thrown in the back for proper disposal, and the Generator box is overlooked by a professional Mr. Bill who says that Robbin did a good temporary fix, but that they’ll need to replace them anyways. Robbin wonders what all her trouble was for. She’s given a ride home on one of their Flies, and when poor Miss Pammi sees her walked in by officials she nearly has a heart attack.

Robin has a sheepish look on her face. Can you see it from your bird’s eye view? She should’ve remembered about Miss Pammi, who has told her time and time again to be back by dark. She expects to get scolded, but after the officials leave on a tip of their hats, all she does is set down some hot Cocoa before her on the counter. All the other kids have gone to bed.

“Here that should warm you up.”

               

                Choco is settled neatly in Robbins lap as she sips the golden liquid slowly down her throat.

“Miss Pammi?”

“Yes?”

“Will Silver City not Flicker anymore?”

Miss Pammi looks at her and leans against the opposite counter.

“Yes, it will. The short-circuit you found was only one of who knows how many are out there.”

Robbin looks sad for a moment.

Then Miss Pammi adds “but I bet if the officials had you on their force, they would get them all before daybreak!”

They both smile, and Robbin tells her everything that happened again for the third time. She falls asleep on her chair a few minutes later, and Miss Pammi carries her into bed.

                Well? Not so tragic after all. Not as alone as she thinks. She’ll survive.

Forsaken

Forsaken
by me(whatever)
to Shiki ost- Day and Night / and Blue Bell

Speaking to the moon in silence,
it's lone light reaches out.
An existence forsaken by God,
watching the light it will never breathe.

We are beings prisoned by night,
our freedom cut by the grave.
Feel my skin poisoned by cold,
my blood as still as ice.

I never wanted to die.
This body, beautiful like a dolls;
an empty shell of sin and hunger.

I used to have dreams.
They haunt me as I wander.
The scent of pine drives me to darkness,
The fire drives me to feed.

I used to have dreams.

Meta World

Meta World
by me(whatever)
to : Gumi- Patchwork Eden

Toxic rain falling
from inside a yellow umbrella.
Separated matryoshka
singing in a fairy circle.

a set of moonlight
falls on a lone person
staring wistfully,
out a glinting window.

Old grinning tales,
attached to the scratching cat.
Same words, new words
scattering in Santa's bag.

Patchwork world,
electric night.
Tearing pieces
with hypocritical wounds.

Unable to sleep,
Same old song
paying at the piano tollbooth.
Eaten mp3 nonsense.

a set of moonlight,
falling on the tainted city.
A snickering rain
smelling like dropped mint.

Same words, same wounds
falls on a lone person.
Transmitting another trial,
singing in a fairy circle.

The always producing machine,
misbehaving for it's dusty boredom.
That shooting star
is wearing a strait jacket.

The clock is gracing time,
with only a nose.
I, Pseudo human
mimicry a television station.

This Meta World,
spun on a spiders web.
This Meta World,
crushing the spider.

10 O'clock at night,
thoughts and this Pseudo City
after all is exhausted,
This Meta World's Pseudo smiles.

The Town Dolls Midsummer song

The Town dolls Midsummer song
by me(whatever)
to this song: Floating Cloud- 胎動 (fetal movement)

The universe is made of paper.
The Earth is made of ink.
My hands are water vapor.
My feet are wrapped in stone.

If you're licked in a toris,
don't stop to satisfy their hunger.
If all you are is a totality of existence,
dance until you're younger!

expanding and contracting,
the sounds of clapping hands (followed me here)
The ultimate fate awaiting you,
is the next strike of the band.

If the dark energy accelerates you,
twirl faster to avoid illness.
If all you see is dark matter,
return later as a fetus.

The Universe is made of paper.
The Earth is made of ink.
My hands are water vapor.
My feet are wrapped in stone.

The town is made of strings.
The moon is made of flour.
My doll-maker stands with his rings,
we girls dance till the end of the hour.

Glass Dolls

Glass Dolls
March 2012
by Me(whatever)

Little kiki wandered
Alone,
Outside of the cheerful city
soaring among the melting crystal
watching her own breath
sink into the sky.

She stuck her red hands
Into the wet wool blanket
shivering and yelling
To katie
whose figure was made transparent
by large insects.

Exchanging strikes of powder spheres
kiki and katie played until dusk
and when the sun became sick gold
a glimmer had caught
katie's eye
and she called out to kiki.

"Wait! Don't Go! Look!
My friend of all, come see!
Before you leave you must at least
Come and see my cozy nook
that I have made my home!"

And kiki looked,
and she found
a small abandoned empty shack
standing alone
But curiosity always kills the cat
and kiki left her hat.

As she entered katie disappeared,
yet unnoticed by a fly
the spider strings strung across every corner
creeping down
upon an oblivious puppet
and reached her.

Familiar colored beady eyes
Reached the Blue of kiki's
though disguised the same
Her porcelain skin
and imaged rosy cheeks
were actually
Green-eyed jealousy.

And kiki was gone
taken in by a riddle,
the transparent betrayer in her body,
Gone.
Other voices of loneliness
took kiki as their friend.

She wanted escape only
she was afraid
and ashamed
of the same betrayed desperation
Purple katie gave
was hers

"Will you stay here forever?
With Missy and I
You know we might have to
kill
But stay.....
Please stay.....

kiki turned silent as days
spiralled into nights
of pitch-black fear, however
crawling
Nearer
a single child of replacement

Yet the hope did not meet
those now green Dark blue eyes,
and before a warning came
a misplaced step
and silent screams
came Shattered Glass.


inspired by this...

 alma (short film)