The Petite Mistress of Faux Pas

The Petite Mistress of Faux Pas
by me(whatever)
to this song: Bonne justice- hirano Aya

The beginning is marked by the start of a melody;
the crowd enthusiastically applauds.
In the silhouette of the drawn tent curtains,
a single girl dances alone.

Her shoes are pointed as an elves,
her dress as stylish as poised pearls.
Gasps emerge from every corner;
at the perfection of her frail gestures.

Soon enthralled in excitement, the fat man;
singing in the gusty voice exuding a gathering,
For the petite mistress of Faux pas,
the show will commence.

Fixated tears of charcoal,
drawn of apprehension on her oval face.
Hiding a secret unspotted of the audience;
a shadow of disfigurement befalls in circles on the floor.

The band strikes up another tune,
following her hand in a rivet across the sea of ceiling
an illusion of light spotlights her,
desiring the warmth of laughter.

The children in the front are suddenly afraid,
their scavenged clothing trembling with the sound.
In the weather of a rain-scratched tousle
The petite mistress of Faux pas falls to the ground in arch,
embracing her face from the crowd.

From the door in the other room,
the disarrangement of voices cry out.
The tent curtains are eaten in a bilious wind;
the storm has begun.

From the stage, The mistress of Faux pas again stands;
extending her limbs in purpose.
the charcoal running adrift in rivulet's,
a scar stretches across her left cheek.

Revealing her secret, the clown
plucks her hand from mid-air.
Leads her in a stumbling dance across a broken stage,
while the crowd claps in silver puppet strings.

Afraid to listen outside the door,
The petite mistress of Faux Pas covers her ears with her hands.
She dances alone in her deserted mind,
spinning on in endless labyrinths.

while the dolls on the shelves tighten their unchangeable painted smiles,
in the next room, an argument screams from the illusion.
A father,
A mother.

From underneath the darkness of the mind,
The dolls watch their mistress on the stage.
A clown, a singer, and the children before her;
A single girl dances alone.

Underneath the World

Underneath the World
by me(whatever)
to this song: Sky Gate [FELT]

Underneath the world, 
when I wake in the darkness,
no one to see from anywhere,
snow lighting my footsteps,
My freezing body holding a warm soul.
I still live on like this,
lying to everyone except the moon,
expecting pain from every direction,
yes,
if only I could fly there.

My cheeks iced in red,
the wind beats through my body,
confused about the season,
I still stand out here
waiting for spring to pop up.
I can't help it, you see
I feel so warm,
I could spread
like butter in the night sky,
giving my back to wings,
walking on the milky-way,
never hoping dawn will come

I want to live like this,
watching the green and blue turn far away,
dissolving within the space of time
a harp-played rain,
twinkling down into stars
waltzing like orange city lights,
fearing nothing but the end of the feeling.
Snowflakes twirling in my heart,
creating an ice umbrella that deflects nothing
numb toes and a reflection in my eyes,
giving in and looking down the gravel
I puff out my feet.

Time was short.

if this wind never stops,
even if its comforting with scents of flowers,
I will always be reminded,
of this memory underneath the world
where no one but me resides,
where only I reside,
With the wind, the snowflakes, the rain, the moon, the stars
falling in and out,
and inside out
with this melody.

Waltz of Wandering Moonlight

Waltz of Wandering Moonlight
 by me(whatever)
to this song: Endless Waltz

Does your soul enjoy wandering moonlit?
The moths will create a waltz for you.

The words you shouted on sunlit rooftops,
were heard years later by only the shadow behind you.
So there is always someone following you.

I can only draw words from the endless well,
I cannot create the rain myself,
and before long, from the bucket,
The starlit tongue swallows blue transparency.

The darkness envelops your eyes,
dancing their most beautiful dances,
for the newcomer.

The opposites cannot be separated.
Even the wood of flame,
creates shadow.
The moths and butterflies kiss each other on the wing tips,
alighting on your body,
one creates, and one destroys...

The world will rest again,
watching while some toil and,
we who never cared,
will dance this waltz,
forever wearing out our shoes.
For it is infinite.

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.

Tiny Waltzes, Tiny Puzzles; Tiny Thoughts

Puzzle Waltz

Little puzzle waltz keeps dancing,
around and around and around.
The tiny clock keeps ticking,
tick and tock, tick and tock

Oh, all the labyrinths I find myself in,
just whirl around somberly in my mind,
around and around and around;
Never hitting a corner to a way out

The small bird keeps singing,
note by note, note by note.
And our feet keep walking,
step by step, step by step

Hey, have you ever found yourself alone?
Nowhere to go?
A whispering voice told me so;
around and around and around

Again, if I could return
to that land that contained those blossoms,
little by little, time will tell
to dance that waltz with you?


*By Whatomic(ME, yes)
*written to this song: Kobato ost- Boushi no Waltz

keys and locks abundant

The past few days I have been dragging my soul around with me, and I'm tired. Stuff has been happening, and I've been feeling pretty down.  But I did not make this blog to talk about boring sad stuff.  Today I was dragged by one of my family members to a boutique.  We were supposed to get gifts for some of my relatives that were visiting. We made these charm bracelets with keys and locks on them. They were adorable. But expensive.

I've been stuck on Suga Shikao for two days, and it will last for a while.  I really love afternoon parade and kono yubi tomare (stop at my finger). I put some links there so whoever reads this can listen to him to. It's just soo beautiful (tearing up). He's just freakin' awesome.

I was day-dreaming today(my most used hobby) and came up with a bit of a story while I was listening to music.  It kind-of resembles the host (tried to read but failed because of the lame-ness) , but not quite.  It was about a girl(me of course) who's spirit is being forced out of her body by an evil/another one.  She can't tell anyone whats going on because she doesn't trust anyone to believe her. She finds out that the way to get back into her body is to shock the other spirit/body. She finds out that if she is next to the guy she likes, it's easier to stay in her body.  But that also adds risk, because if she is next to that guy, and she is pushed out of her body, then how would the other spirit act?  She then goes to a school dance, and sits down next to the guy she likes. She is pushed out of her body.  Her spirit flies through a different guy, he feels and can hear her. He can't see her.  She tells him everything, and tells him to throw a pie at her body to shock her back.  When he does, it works and she is put back into her body, but everyone else is also shocked at how rude the guy is.  She shouts thank-you to everyone's surprise, and walks away. from that moment on, he always helps her, and of course they fall-in-love! She feels bad, though, because she's always causing problems for him. There are a whole lot of other issues, like how other people see whats happening, and what's really happening. There are also other scenes, like when she loses her spirit in english class, and the teacher is also involved (not that the teacher knows). Oh, and when she loses her spirit, her body becomes cold, and it's tough on her body, like her heart beat and stuff.  Yeah. It's a lot harder to write it down than think it. I didn't think it would take up this much room to write, whatever. I think it's really cute, though. What do you think? I didn't even tell you everything. But that's okay.


Locked Key

The world is a box of treasured hope
Not even wondering to open it, I stopped,
I looked at my past days and sighed
letting the passing cloud become sobbed.

It's walking by the pond that get's me down
Searching in the reflections for a suitable me
When I didn't find one, I became frusterated
and added some water no one else could see.

I can remember that tired night I saw that star
My chest became choked up, and I apologized
"I'm sorry you saw me," and I closed up
that I would never catch up is what I realized.

I want something to believe in
though I can't help but see the faults
if only I had pure eyes, then maybe
I could see the beauty in a stumbling waltz.

Now I don't need anything again
it's not a lie as usual water
I walked out into the city like a flea
The sun shined down and only got hotter.

Blue against an orange afternoon
marching on the gravel pathway
I remembered to look back
and saw a box unopened where it will stay.