Evening on Rainy Bridge

Evening on Rainy Bridge
by me(whatever)
to: miku(nekobolo)-オノマトペメガネ

walk, walk,
walking on across a rainy bridge,
I feel nothing
as the cold nature continues straight through me.

tip, tap,
a young man with an umbrella,
waiting excitedly for his yet-to-be-seen lover,
he doesn't see me as I pass through.

mew, mew,
mewing pitifully in a soggy cardboard box
black and white kitten
wet and abandoned, I have no warmth to offer.

beep, beep,
people who don't see others
rushing along in their metal containers
I can't stop them even if I jumped.

sway, sway,
rustling in the chilly breeze
boughs weighed with gray twilight blues,
a ways away where I can't touch.

whip, whip,
forgotten orange tape tied up above
fighting against itself to stay still,
like that man who was here one day, then gone.

sing, song,
mimicking birds, air, human invention,
wind chimes twinkle quietly in that house far off,
echoing in a soundless place from within me.

Farewell

Farewell
by me(whatever)
to: Miku- Goodbye April doppel

breath came out in clouds,
wafted up to the milky way.
And disappearing, it asked a question,
"Is anyone there?"
it said.

without seeing the shape,
shadow spilled on the snow.
crunching steps, and all of a sudden, silence,
"Is anything beyond here?"
it said.

fumbling the layers of a coat,
wind spills dust as it rushes through.
shivering from where it's been, it murmurs quietly,
"Can even you not see me?"
it said.

Gravity

Gravity
by me(whatever)
to Longing

This morning,
I awoke in an illusion.
Taking these steps,
quietly wrapped in confusion.

It was a tiny walk
across a gap in the sky.
"I suppose I should turn back now,"
I said within a sigh.

There's a world you've never seen,
and it all belongs to me.
concrete suspended 12,000 feet,
in the air like another sea.

"define gravity, please?"
from the balloon I named Campanula,
I've set out for you,
calling you names through the nebula.

in a city without people,
the windows glint as the gulls fly by.
winding through the spiral staircase,
I still can't find a reply.

The wind rustles in the blue grass,
invisible to the voices below.
let me disappear in this translucent color,
breathing in the afternoon glow.

Please come back,
I'm begging you like a child.
Watching the nimbus drift through,
I cried as it piled.

Lines

Lines
by me(whatever)
to miku- glow

balancing 3 centimeters wide,
holding our faint breath
on the line that stretches through the sky
forever and ever.

carried as toddlers,
we walk because we were born*
Mother, little sister,
conversations lost.

Cumulonimbus balance in the wind,
wisp flowing through our hair.
Standing 6 inches wide,
looking forward,
forever and ever.

Do you have any dreams?
I've been lonely in this empty sound.
The ripped up storybook,
we read in lamp light.

Friends and family we've lost,
we just want to live!
Camlin's attempted connection,
slowly, in this broken world.

We held on as they pushed us off,
the sunlight glinted in fear.
You held my hand,
and we both fell to earth.

* relating to the line "I walk because I was born" from the song Strobe Light

Propeller

Propeller
by me(whatever)
to astronauts

On the top of the world,
in the middle of the sky.
Among the clouds and airplanes,
there's a small girl.

All day she watches,
from her small square of floating island.
The colors of dawn, day, and dusk.

And her room is filled
with flying machines.

The company is a large dog,
no one else.
She opens her window,
and sings

So she won't forget her voice. 

Drawing millions of designs,
the pictures of wings suspend her.
Sometimes, when a large gust comes,
they're blown away.

But she won't forget,
her single fallen dream.

From the tall grass,
on her back, petting the dog.
she views the fish who swim in the moon,
ever drifting closer to space.

The shooting stars head to earth,
if she could only reach out and catch one.
But they pay no attention to her wish,
living the last of their lives.

The days that won't change forever,
she loves and hates them.
Afraid to ever leave,
this world is her everything.

But she closes her eyes,
the flapping of a paper shower
whispering and shouting
"it will be all right."

Colors of the Past

Colors of the Past
by me(whatever)
to this song: Broken Moon

As this unsteady wind moves me,
I cast my mind to the sea-like waves.
Each one rising and falling in the night,
bringing it back to me.

Like a withered note from a plastic bottle,
I uncrinkle the message from the past.
In the lone noise of lake and breeze,
my thoughts are louder than reality.

The traveler in my imagination
is soaring their eyes to the sky.
The old man on the moon tosses a pebble down to them,
and continues his autumn cleaning.

The blue hair of twilight is growing slightly,
deepening it's hue on the mountain line.
Shards of life on the darkening world
pass over my head traveling on wings.

Color maidens dye their robes a deepening evening,
singing silently in sapphire voices.
Submerging a freedom into nature
I let go of my slippery wet hand.

We eat on dreams,
and live on words.
On this sandy shore
I gather colors of the past.

Nostalgic Song

Nostalgic Song
by me(whatever)
to this song: Nujabes- Imaginary Folklore
If anyone cares, the song I'm referencing to in this poem, "I want to turn transparent, like the sky," is a song by Utada Hikaru called Take 5.

I wake up in the foggy night,
the darkness both frightening and embracing me.
This translucent feeling from the headphones,
just what is the rain trying to tell me?

She said spirits are everywhere, making up the world.
when I sat thoughtless on the school brick wall,
staring through an empty soda bottle,
just what was that distorted sky whispering to me?

I can't cry, I can't smile,
but I'm not emotionless.
In elementary school, when I traversed to another world on the playground swings,
just what was the wind not saying?

And still, just a little
those nostalgic song lyrics:
"I want to turn transparent,
like the sky."

If I remember,
how to listen to those old songs,
will I traverse time?
Will the memories not hurt so bad?

And still, just a little
that nostalgic song, just the same:
"I want to turn transparent,
like the sky."

Like the sky.
Just a little.

SKYFISH

SKYFISH
by me(whatever)
to this song: Song of the Ancients Fate
inspired by this song(sorta): Miku Hatsune- Sky Fish

Wanderer,
swimming in this empty ocean sky,
something like scales
glinting against the sun.
SKYFISH

a song like mourning, lamenting?
twisted in these clouds
like the foam against the crashing waves
leaving behind, forgetting?

Surely that day I was in the water,
but flipped over against the mighty mirror
I found a new life...

Undefined, sifting
floating slowly towards a lonely space
full of stars and comets
things that if,
if I return
I'll be burned.

I only wanted
a pair of wings

Dirty, dirty occasional streams,
always ending up against the current
unheard sorrow
invisible predator

Did I
ever love you?

Forget, forgetting
leaving my weight behind
left of any company.

To the freedom called loneliness.

Well, look look!
don't they look the same?
Same blue, same waves, same currents
same feeling..

Just ignore the ground.

Inside of light,
instead of that shallow darkness
Don't disappear.

Leaving everything behind,
forget, forgetting.
Just keep on flying.

I only wanted
to dream

A million wishes blinking
in the night waters
Even leaving my weight behind,
aren't they still as unreachable as ever?

But I will not return.

Even this song,
twisting in the mind winds
Lamenting, mourning
will forget.

So drying up, cracking skin
scales falling like rain
Dissolving against the anger of the sun
forget, forgetting...

I only wanted
a pair of wings

Wanderer,
Falling in this empty ocean sky,
something like scales
glinting against the sun.
Gone again...

SKYFISH

Steel Stairs

Steel Stairs
by me(whatever)
to this song: Now or Never

I flop up these steel stairs.
Each step leading to heaven.

Never found.
I stare at the barbed holes
through to the ground far away.

"You may lean on me"
when did I remember such a thing?
Why?

There is silence all around me,
I climb and climb
holding desperately onto the rail.

A voice ahead of me,
I rush to separate a past from the future.
I can only think of this existence.
Between the lines

Eyes all around,
I feel them bearing me down.
Starting to run,
I realize the panting of breaths
are counting down.

Invisible hand
pulls me up this unending staircase.

I can't live alone,
like this.
Take me with you.

The snow falls,
the autumn winds,
spring rains
our summer.

Pushing the replay on my life,
I'm reliving every single moment
in each of these steps I climb.

I searched for a light to the future,
when I finally found you
through sweat, blood, tears,
you slipped away.

I halt on the steel,
staring at the sky backwards to the aether.
I will find you once again.

all the wounds littering this worthless body
I've lost everything

From the top of the building
I stare out to heaven.
Our heaven.

"Don't give up yet,"
I lean out.
My heart is fluttering
like a swallow in its cage

I will open the door,
let it fly
to heaven to meet once again
you and your beautiful voice.

"Stop."
"Don't run"
"Keep on"

A breeze flows out from the cracks in the landscape
I breathe in.
My eyes closed.
Ears open.
This is my life.

Sliding down the banister.
Replaying each of those steps.
I came this far
Only to fall

Where are you?
I don't know where to find you.
Just a smile,
just a glance
just a touch
just a sound

Give me a hint,
where have you hidden?
in this hide-and-seek game
we've been playing
all our lives.

One more step,
and over the ledge.

Running to you
falling to heaven.

I won't die yet,
even if the skin covering me
shrivels up and permeates.

Leave it all behind.

Sliding down the banister.

down,
down,
down,

away from the steel steps.
Here,
we begin again.

This was the truth,
in your teary eyes
that day.

There will always be a way.

Again,
Again.

No matter how many times we're lost.

We'll keep living.
no matter how many times we're destroyed.

down,
down
down.

Sliding down the banister.

Two swallows in the sky.

The Wind of Catharsis

The Wind of Catharsis
by me(whatever)
to this song: Kobato Ost- Kaze no Catharsis

Again in this town,
I yearn to be happy.

Although I once gave up on it;
"Impossible!" I screamed.
I find myself now skipping to a rhythm,
heard by me, and only me.

I enjoy mysteries,
witches, cats, and birds.
But although I used to own the world,
It wasn't fun,
to be a tyrant in empty corners.

I'm still alone now,
but I can move on.
I can feel it across the distance,
a heartbeat accelerated;
excited to change the future.

"To Change the World",
might be a little bit too big?
But if I keep putting one foot in front of the other,
I will definitely be able
to change mine.

If things become complicated,
I simply need to remember the origin.
Because even hard and complicated things,
are made of easy and simple ones.

A homemade catharsis;
made of sugar pie and roses.
It took so many years to become
the person I am now.

In the wrappers of chance,
I've thrown away so many just by simple fear.
But today,
If I cast a little spell
here and there,
my determination will begin to grow.

Don't give up,
you lonely girl,
you lonely boy.

Behind the mask of grief,
is a sunny day,
just waiting for you.

Today, Tomorrow, the past,
In the end, what does it all matter?
The only time I really need,
is the time to appreciate why I was born.

Why was I born?
I still haven't found the answer to that.
You can tug your whole life,
and still not understand.
But I have already begun searching.

Even if the world is bound in chains,
Even if the bells begin to ring,
I would like to keep stepping towards the future,
a future that only belongs to me.

The heavy clouds in the sky,
and the headaches as cumbersome as my teachers lectures,
were all blown away by this wind;
The wind of Catharsis.

No matter how slow the advance,
if you are moving forward, its fine.
If there are no hero's around to save you,
Become one yourself!

I have my head up singing with the clouds,
my brain down drinking up the sea.
I know hard situations will come;
I expect them.

They can push me forwards,
So perhaps once I'm done walking,
I can start to run.

You can go wherever you want to go.
The soul is as free as a bird.

I will ride the wind of this Catharsis,
higher and higher into the sweet smell of sky,
and even if I fall
I will fly again.

A Flying Girl

A Flying Girl
by me(whatever)
because I read 'Leviathan' by Scott Westerfeld

Rolling my shortened hair against the wind,
a thousand miles above Earth.
A soldier?
A flying girl.

Whistling high above the hot air balloons,
I smile to myself.
A war blowing fire against my cheek
rope-burns in my hands

Before I knew it,
I met you on a Switzerland glacier,
nervous and in despair.
Those barking princes,
never giving me any rest.

The tension I felt grew,
while you remained blissfully unawares.
The war-fire burned in my chest,
eating, consuming.
I refuse to twist my skirts!

I'm no village girl!
A soldier declaring on the Leviathan.
My shorn hair rolled in hydrogen,
suddenly felt like a lie.

Don't trust me with your secrets,
though I would sooner cut my own tongue.
It's not steel against Darwinists,
If I told you....

Mr. Sharp just disappeared,
flechette bats tear into the worst "hush, hush"
Here, lets dance with a Huxley
before I just say "yes" again..

Those perspicacious people,
I could just throw them out a window.
So before I reveal my secret...
Who am I-
A soldier?
A flying girl.

I feel like Writing the Sky

I feel like Writing the sky
by me(whatever)
Kenji Kawai- The Sky Crawlers

I feel like writing the sky.
How do I express a feeling like this?

I came across a pathway of light and dark,
stuck my finger into the fog.
Not knowing what to expect,
not knowing where I was to go,

Did I fall through?

I feel like riding the sky.

I feel like writing the wind,
skimming the clouds on winged feet,
plunging into blue,
leaping the stars as stepping stones

I feel like riding the wind.

I want to stare at the sun as she feeds the world,
I want to hold the moon in the palm of my hand.

I want to overturn every star
and keep a treasure-full of wishes there.

I feel like writing the sky,
how do I express a feeling like this?

Because though I've worked hard,
I haven't a penny to show for it,
but the sky stares down at me.

And I wait for the day,
when the wind says my name,
and I am blown away as the feathers of a phoenix.

The sky! The sky!
I feel like riding the sky.

Sir Wind and the Seagulls

It's funny how I remember the most normal things I've ever done. Most of how I remember my very far back past, when I was a kid, was with conversations. I had a friend in kindergarten whose name was Tira(I think it was spelled this way?), and she was only my friend through kindergarten, but she was my only friend. I've always been rather anti-social. I don't like having too many friends, just a few whom I really like. One of my only memories of her, was a conversation we had when we were swinging on the swings. The school we were at is torn down now. So is my preschool, isn't that funny.

I remember when I was a kid, that my closest sensation to flying was to swing on a swing. All swings were pretty much magical, and held some kind of power in them like that. Even my grandmas porch swing. We were talking about it, and this funny seagull that was going in circles around in front of us on top of a building. We felt it was watching us, like it was are guardian spirit or something. Ever since then, I've always felt that they are watching me, protecting me and the like. Whenever I would see a whole lot of them in a bunch, flying around and going about their birdy business, I would think, "Oh, today will be fine."
So I've always liked seagulls.

And another time that I remember with the seagull memory, is one that came later. I think it was at my second elementary school, but I can't remember who it was that I talked about it to. Well, it was about Mr. Wind. It was some girl who I was talking to, but she agreed with me that the wind was like a person. That he was a bit of a mysterious invisible person. Sir Wind, I've always had a visualization of him too; long coat and hat that hides his face like a stalker. I dunno, I remember things like that. Always have.

Along with those memories, I have a million others that are just as interesting. I should put some more on here, I think. Like when I smashed beads with a hammer for magic dust, and put markers in water-filled juice cans to have colored water. I've always wanted to fly, though.

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.

December Flame Among Mountains

December Flame among Mountains
by me(whatever)
11-4-12

Among the monochromatic hills of wandering,
from green to red, December, it bites
Sir wind only a-whispering
in my ear
a lingering noise still awakes.

They stand back-to-back, those silly dirt-mounds
whimsically whistling their song to travelers
And as I turn my eyes, the snow covered peaks
gallantly strive back my gaze
stoical in their silence,
standing alone from the threshold of cold

Like the scent of wilderness, I wish to continue running
toward the place my heart resides
the subtle caperings of my feet
flying through the snow of those six pomegranate seeds,
and the Earth spinning in my lungs,
always, continuously

Instead of a lucid dream.

And how far does a flame
Have to go?
Straying through the silent storm,
Destroy or be destroyed?

If that is so,
then as the perspectives change,
individual as the trees
to catch them all in their gaze,
falling towards the sky, and
skin as frozen,
as was red,

I am the snow-capped peak
still sleeping
standing on the threshold of loneliness.

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?

Shadow

Shadow
by me(whatever)
to Disillusion by Tainaka Sachi

I had a dream like a shadow,
screams echoing through the darkness.
if even your memories are abandoned,
Return to the past

The shatters of your reflection
Cut to the very essence of your soul
The hand that grabbed for you,
Will you let it fall?

The voice disappeared from misty lips,
and silence fell over as snow
This time I will search through the forest,
for your nostalgic smile

If the stars keep sparkling like this,
I will believe in silver over gold.
Because the mirror shards you wore over your body,
will only slice you to pieces

Your memory is before your heart,
so you decided to never, ever forget
Even if the eyes dissolve in water,
please wait for me, because I am there.

The ice moon will only turn you to dust,
freezing the crumbles of your thoughts
A temporary fix, but if you take my hand
I'll unravel the future

So retell your wishes to the sky,
and even snow will cry it
The wind is moving along the glacier,
To find where you are.

Princess of the Next Life Soon After

Princess of the next Life soon After
by Me(whatever)
Birdy the Mighty: Decode(Ost) Main theme- Side Birdy-

Melancholic Jazz plays as my theme
This is the Revolution of a Girl!
Shatter salt into the Night sky
Move with the power of Love
to the next Life soon after

Become your own Hero,
The Princess was never Saved!
She is the Knight herself
Covered in teary scars and blood
to the next Life soon after

Running like the billowy wind,
The Darkness will hide me!
She screams and holds out in Kindness
The Dragon was defeated
to the next Life soon after

You are the only person in the world
This is my Sky Call!
Powerful beyond Belief
The Feelings were covered
to the next Life soon after

Shallow Tea-cup Sea
Her Beacon of Flight!
Never was such a Glittery Story
Turned into a Heart of Gold

to the next Life soon after?

SeaSwan Lovers

SeaSwan Lovers
by Me(whatever)
written to Tori no Uta- by Lia (but anythings fine)

Coursing through,
the wings of your mask dancing
black within black,
glove within glove

Slipping through my fingers
like a glass of poured wine
Invisible lights peer through them
My Seagull Soul

The stained glass windows
offer no refrain
There-do you see?
The large yellow eye lies watching

"There is no escape"
the rocks on the road speak
We wish for none
but for the golden 'One'

It will find us
For the coin hopes we left behind
A place not reached yet,
hand within hand

Secrets jump through the treetops,
exactly like this whimsical breeze
Where have the birds gone?
-To the sky

Edge of the overlooking cliff
Waves of white lace roar against your heart
The millions of pointed blades
Slip through your fingers

Black Swan of the night,
embrace the light before you leave
Ever since the wind left our sight
We were once there

Like the strength of a diamond
Cry out against your cards
Black against Black
Steal the Stars.

Love is a Bird

 Love is a bird.

It flaps and soars in its feathers,
reaching far above our heads
outstretching boundaries
yet it shies away
if you try to touch it

And

Love is an eagle,
catching prey with it's claws,
Ruthless and majestic, a national symbol
Even higher in the air drafts,
fanatic photographers click as rapidly as they can
for the rare specimen

Love is a sparrow,
Small and unconcerning
littering the ground

Love is a vulture,
Devouring what is left across
on the road of death 
a Survivor beneath a boiling sun
circling above in desperation

Love is a Mockingbird,
Singing to the full moon, early horizon
the mimicry
But if it doesn't sing,
remember the interchangeable diamond ring"

Love is a Cactus Wren,
Curiosity of the unknown,
and the same home

Love is a Blue Jay,
Bold and inventive
the sound of the alarm

Love is a Woodpecker,
Constantly barging into your head
for a nest

Love is a Hummingbird,
Hovering for nectar

Love is an Owl,
Turning your head 180 degrees,
below the moon, silent wings
will capture you unprepared

Love is a parrot,
Repeating to you,
what you already know

Love is a Seagull,
Preying on the
everyday swimmers

Love is a pelican,
Holding in its mouth
Words you do and do not want to hear

Love is a Flamingo,
femininely pink,
Plastics standing on one leg
in the fresh-cut grass

Love is a penguin,
Surviving in the Freezing
Flying beneath the Sea

Love is a Goose,
trumpeting loudly

Love is a Duck,
Floating listlessly

Love is a Chicken,
Shivering for safety
to lay some eggs

Love is a Peacock,
attracting attention
with it's shimmering colors

Love is a Quail,
always in the family
with its bobbing head,
on the outlook

Love is an Ostrich,
Large in size,
yet can be indespensibly
cruel and small-minded

Love is a Kiwi,
plumage already full
when out of the shell

Love is a Starling,
pushing others out of
their comfortable homes

Love is a Crow,
Searching through the after-math

Love is a Raven,
an omen of death

Love is a Bird-of-Paradise,
confessing an elaborate display
Desperate behind the mask

Love is a Dove,
a green fern in its beak
reigning peace
throughout for land

Love is a Swan,
necks in elegant arches
white amongst blue
bowing their heads
before the clouds

For

Love is a Bird.

Whoever able to catch it,
lying bait all over the mauve soil,
will put them in a cage,
either sold or kept,
Will it be the same?

Or if the eye sights the color,                                        Or do they wish for Freedom? 

Can anything fail beneath their gaze?                           Trying their best to open the door            Pushed violently back by the ferocious wind                            "Escape"

The answer lies in Eden.                                                who is the one behind bars?

Lies can haunt the air                                                     To set free

however my dreams, but they still fly constant

It does not fail,                                                                Does Love dream,

For only wings can brace it.                                           in technicolor hues?

I wish for Sky.                                                                 For I know I wish for Blue.

*By Me(Whatever)