Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • 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

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