Apple Peel

Apple Peel
by me(whatever)
to Setsuna Plus

why do you act the way you do?
from the camera,
I watch the outside.
Surely it's just a little thing,
but the question I have to keep asking,
is "who are you?"

the portraits in the winding hallways,
reflecting the unhappiness of humanity.
I wrote a letter to you
peeled of apple skins,
smiling, smiling, smiling
with every tiny phrase.

Is this good enough?
with all the jokes aside,
I'm becoming quite tired.
If you envy the sky fish,
would you open the books every once in a while?
please forgive my bluff.

ten thousand leaves,
floating decapitated through my head.
The pages I marked with them,
grow a million apple trees.
It's almost like fear,
sprouting beneath the eaves.

Milk & Honey

Milk & Honey
by me(whatever)
to Fireworks

The shadows sink lower in the remnants of the day,
when the sparks light and flicker inconsistently.
I felt my daydreams spin together
in a warm glass of milk.

the dragonflies and the butterflies,
where do they go when I'm asleep?
With a smiling mouth, and a gentle tongue
you led yourself away.

the blossoms on the trees,
blooming even in the coldest of nights.
In a world such as that,
I'd like to walk underneath the sparse coverage.

Locked away in a bottle, and slowly drowning,
the reasons and emotions become tied.
Where do I go when I'm asleep?
I'm running barefoot among a thousand fireworks.

They didn't understand when I lied,
and holding mittens against my face,
I realized the birdcage was still shut.

Even when I stepped lightly against the stone steps,
heaven wouldn't open those letters I left.
the leaves scatter, and enveloping an abandoned desire,
They and I watch the autumn dusk. 

Adding honey to the past words,
the clock that holds my name silently clicks.
as I gulp down the rest of the pain,
a nightingale sings from far away.

A song no one else can hear,
even when I told the truth,
they didn't understand. 

The message will be delivered,
carried through the ocean until the time melts slowly.
a ship made of dreams and deceit,
will carry me on.

Until I can step on the concrete paths,
I'll be gathering all the noises from here to there.
Where do they go when I'm asleep?
the wheel breaks the butterfly.

Echoing in the space between here and there,
the tautology will smear the dragonfly wings incomprehensible.
Inside a ghost of what you will be,
disappearing quietly in a horizon of pure white.

Short-circuit

Short-circuit
by me(whatever)
to this song: Thoughtful Zombie(miku-tan)

In a sulfur sprouted world,
the artificial humanoid gets up at breakfast.
To a song created of electricity,
it's eyes glaze over
attempting to follow to conclusion.

Along the broken circuitry,
unfinished words plug inside the qualia,
Essential data destroyed with the mind,
no relation to history
The mechanical sky pretends to change

The leaves of magnetic scrips,
travel behind blackened silver feet.
With the song,
non-stopping in procession,
Time has begun to recess,
carried behind the floating hydrogen.

La la la la la la la~

Obsolete memory,
removed with yesterdays refuse
starts with repudiation.

Metaphysical emotion,
exists?

Is what the artificial humanoid processed?
Is what I thought.

A leaf

A Leaf
by me(whatever)
11-27-12

a leaf,
removed from the tree, and
blowing in the wind,
stops,
and floats,
to the ground.

some others settle there,
as companions.

They talk,
and feeling of simalirity,
all dream,
of putting down roots.

But the wind,
tugs on,
the leaf,
who is cast,
whichever which way,
into the sky

In the end,
was it Destiny?

Because a leaf,
is bound,
to leave?