Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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But I did all those things
And it was me who lived willing to sacrifice everything
Isn’t it fine like this?
I’m the boundary
Who wants to be the lake
Waiting for the ocean
Never meeting the sky
I don’t know all of the story I don’t know he’s with the tiger
I don’t know what’s going on I’m just doing what I was told would be best for the entire world all of civilization
Why is it wrong? Why does no one want me?
My face
My life
My memories
All I ever wanted was to be the lake but I could never be
Looking in the mirror and seeing the wrong reflection didn’t change what was inside
Afraid and alone
I can’t trust anyone
What friends?
Did you see any?
All alone
Always
Except for a bodyguard who doesn’t speak
Who doesn’t really love me
After all
She shot without a thought.
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Photos are a promise of a memory
To not be forgotten
They are the moment captured
Until the picture is faded and gone
Long after the memory is faded and gone
The printed paper the shimmer of printed smile printed poses printed
Digital pictures
They can last forever if given the chance
A moment lost in time
If the memory fades
The picture doesn’t
Lost memories jolted back even if you don’t know where they’re at
There’s proof you can’t deny
A photo is an external memory
For when the internal memories lie
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I forgot the language
The language that keeps others away but makes me feel home
The horizon is burning
I can’t find the moon I expected
Dirty puddle
Highway continuing
It doesn’t mean anything
Him and then him
The only one I can trust isn’t here anymore
I don’t know where I’m supposed to be going but I know it isn’t here
And that this world would never be ready for someone like me again
Because none of it makes sense that’s why
I can’t find him
I miss him but I can’t
I wish I could
But he doesn’t want me to
Even if in dreams there he is
Every day is the same
Without him
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一人なら何千万の神様の声
鮮やかな心
鮮やかな太陽
ドキドキだってから
いる
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日本はいつも無意識で応援した。
It’s thanks to Japan and no one else that I managed to be even balancing on my shaking legs
Not quite on my feet
All helping hands pulled away
They never found Japan
My younger siblings
And by Japan I mean
That thing
The thing that was calling them away from all this mess
The yelling
The slamming
The guilt
The explosions
The being set free at thirteen
Into the streets at midnight
They don’t know how to feed themselves
My stubborn chasing little sister
She worked incredibly hard to keep moving forward
But she needs a hand to hold her and the hands have been pushing out the door since
Since the door shut and opened at the same time
I feel like there must have been a day when I was young and being raised by the drawn out character on the screen
ちゃんとして
頑張って
面倒かけないで
皆のために戦って
I closed the door to my house but I was my parents shutting it on me and saying
And now go you’re grown
Though I was still growing
I worry about them
An adult who needs to be cared for
An adult who doesn’t know who he is
Because my father made him sick
And he couldn’t get out of bed
And he fucking ended up in the hospital on morphine and having possible surgery because my father
Couldn’t be fucked to raise his own spawn
Or clean the house
Or feed his children nutrients
Pizza fried chicken pierogies refried beans
No that’s about it
Raising four children
Every time food was eaten he yelled because it was eaten
So we didn’t
And the food rotted away
And he yelled
I was younger and still had faith in the future
Japan would come and I’d be so far away from him he’d never be able to get me again
But my youngest sibling he loved
And we blamed him for a long time even though it wasn’t his fault
It was fate
It was how it was going to be
The youngest son
Just like he
And he damn well made sure we would see and put my baby brother in the box that he
Was never in because his sisters loved him
But he imagined it and made sure his youngest son went in
And now I watch them from far away because we aren’t close and they don’t miss me when I’m not there
And just worry because I wasn’t able to make up the loss of parenting
Because I was a baby too
And now there’s nothing I can do
All I can do is watch
I worry about them
I love them
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How deep under the ocean do you have to be?
My mind asked the question and I dreamed
I dove further and further under the waves
Trying to make the light go away
It reflects off the surface, brighter in a sick way
But the light never left me no matter how much deeper I went
It feels torn apart and empty
But for a moment it felt so good to just be there
I wish I’d had more time but I didn’t believe him
I never do until he’s in front of me
I just pretend like I do