mine

April 17, 2011

This one inspired by the word/idea “mine”. Apparently my friend got that from a Taylor Swift song. Not being the most avid listener of pop music I have never heard it, so I just based it loosely on that word and an idea I had floating in my mind.

mine

you reach your fingers towards mine,
holding them delicately like a spoon and egg race
to melt my heart.
your shyness draws a smile on my lips,
one which you often find in children
who are easily satisfied.

you walk behind me because you are scared
of what the future brings,
but i walk ahead because i wish
to take you there
and show the world the path we paved-
all the while holding my fingers.

i never knew that your small hands
could channel such tremendous emotion
through your slender fingers
entwined in mine-
you give me courage to say your name.

we stand at the precipice together;
we walked with each other
held by tentative feelings and timid hands.
i only hope that we will fall
in love together,
just to call you mine.

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Birthday

September 23, 2010

Present for my friend for her birthday, she lost the feeling that a birthday should be a special occasion so I decided to try to make her feel special. Currently untitled, don’t think it needs one.

she felt the same as all the others,
an ordinary girl coming home tired
of all the mundanity in her world.

the same places every day,
the same faces every day,
even now it feels all the same.

the days seem so alike;
as repetitive as a leaky tap
dripping her life away-

it’s cliched to say that
i know how you feel,
but each of your days is news to me:
as different as can be.

it may not be much to you,
but your words are a window
to a world in which i wish to belong;
a palette to my tapestry,
you paint my life
with colours that can’t be seen.

each conversation is a celebration
of what your life has become,
and i yearn to be a part of that.
you speak sunshine into monochrome
and i am glad for you
when you are another year more magnificent.

it’s hard to see reflections
through clear glass;
it’s hard to see yourself
when you focus on the world.

you should know that your life is
beautiful not mundane,
different and not the same.
i only wished you could see
the same as me
and hold yourself in a better light.

she felt the same as all the others,
an ordinary girl coming home tired
of all the mundanity in her world.

the same places every day,
the same faces every day,
even now it feels all the same.

the days seem so alike;
as repetitive as a leaky tap
dripping her life away-

it’s cliched to say that
i know how you feel,
but each of your days is news to me:
as different as can be.

it may not be much to you,
but your words are a window
to a world in which i wish to belong;
a palette to my tapestry,
you paint my life
with colours that can’t be seen.

each conversation is a celebration
of what your life has become,
and i yearn to be a part of that.
you speak sunshine into monochrome
and i am glad for you
when you are another year more magnificent.

it’s hard to see reflections
through clear glass;
it’s hard to see yourself
when you focus on the world.

you should know that your life is
beautiful not mundane,
different and not the same.
i only wished you could see
the same as me
and hold yourself in a better light.

Pepsi

August 5, 2010

Never written with themes like this before, it is a fair bit out of my comfort zone but here is a poem from the idea of “pepsi”. Clearly I do not drink it much!

we drink the same sickening sweetness
every time we go for lunch;
like an ant driven to a honey trap
we continue to consume,
following the queen’s command.

newcomers crawl over our bloated remains
floating atop a stagnant pool of ideas,
all to find a fresh flavour;
something more tasteful than the original.

born from taste, carried by desire,
this sweet intoxication attracts
like no drug can.

Semi-colon

August 3, 2010

As the title says, the word was “semi-colon”.

your sentences are one period short
from a semi-colon;
neither relevant nor related
to the subject at hand-

you speak like a hurricane;
a myriad of misguided words
flung together haphazardly,
like your words sound stronger
when thrown with force.

i just wished you’d punctuate so
that i’d not need to read your
wall of text strung hastily
together from whence your mind
conjures conversation.

Inspirivate my pometry

August 3, 2010

I am feeling fairly creative and up for a challenge at the moment. I figured that I should do something about it otherwise I will lose this feeling.

So what do I propose? Inspire me!

Give me a word, saying, picture or piece of music and I will write a poem based on what I get out of that.
I don’t promise a poem for every naughty video or lolcat picture, but I will try to do what I can from the source material!

Let the ideas fly!

Haven’t done one of these in a while, nothing special though just playing with some spoken word.

I managed to find a new single from supercell with nagi/gazelle as the lead singer and I am quite hooked! Her first official song was awesome too and this just makes me love her even more as her voice is perfectly suited for this type of powerpop. She sings another song in the single which sounds greatly inspired from ryo’s hatsune miku days and that definitely sounded very different.

So I can speak my mind
with somewhat (not so) fancy words,
too bad I forgot that this diction
of mine is a victim of circumstance-

A poor excuse for lack of social grace
and situational self abuse;
they do act nicely as a shield
made of broken parts.

I talk from other’s experience
as I wield few of my own;
it’s too hard to start living life halfway
when I needed the whim yesterday.

You reveal too much of me and I cannot hide
in broad daylight anymore,
I am jealous to be honest and as such
feel the fleeting embarrassment you bestow on me.

You destroy my words because you
are more real than any fabrication
that I call true-
I only toy with words and meaning
and you with me.

Poetry make-up Monday

January 18, 2010

Listening to some older Maaya Sakamoto stuff, especially loving her 30 minute night flight album. Her voice and lyrics are so gorgeous! This is inspired by her song “bokutachi ga koi o suru riyuu” – the reason we are in love. The song doesn’t actually have a lot of description but tells of the reason through actions and events. Even though there are no imagery the actions are much more interesting…

my reason

your eyes seem to light up so much more
than these stars we are gazing upon,
you point to constellations like an artist
displaying her own masterpiece.
i don’t know why we chose this place
but nonetheless i am grateful it exists;
if only to share this instant with you.

your eyes may be in the heavens,
but mine were always on you,
fixed; my absolute point of reference-

you flitter about just like these snowflakes
dancing in the park.
you leave angels in the snow but i
know that they are only moulds of the original.
soon the impressions will disappear
but the one you left in my mind will only fill
with longing.

my mind may wander away from you,
but unlike the snow
my love will never thaw-

intangible and indescribable;
if i could hold this feeling in my arms
i would never let it go.
but i thank you most of all, if only because
you are the one who is holding on so tight.

I have loved Maaya for a long time, listened to a lot of her songs and absolutely adore her voice. I also really enjoy the work she does in VA work in anime which is a double plus. I listened to her song “No fear – aisurukoto” from her album “Yunagi Loop” and it was so beautiful and struck a chord within me. I tried translating it to a friend, but my Japanese is sorely lacking so I only knew bits and pieces, mostly nouns and verbs so I couldn’t piece together who or what the song was about.

But here is the poem! Hope you enjoy!

Afraid

your silhouette is the only thing i see,
back lit against a distant star;
i see your hand reaching out to me
but i am too afraid i’d pull you down-
(or rather help myself up.)

the water has wrapped around me,
cocooning me within her cold embrace.
deeper and deeper she pulls me closer
until all i hear is the blackness of the sea.

the numbing cold has stolen your hand,
replaced the warmth with nothing at all.
i can’t feel anything or you anymore,
and i am afraid.

i am losing sight of you,
the water clouds my vision and blurs my eyes,
my face feels oddly warm, as if your hands
were wiping away my tears;
but the ocean was drowning my longing.

i remember your hand now, like a fragile flower
i was always afraid to grasp it
for fear i would crush its idyllic beauty.
but now more than ever i wanted to hold it
just once-

i had never heard of an ocean blossom
but that day i saw a flower dive to save a man
who was so afraid;
since then, i had never seen a man
who gripped a rose so tight.

Poetry Friday

December 4, 2009

A quick one. I heard “Dead by Sunrise – Fire” and really liked it so I wrote this based on that song.

aftermath

the ashen blanket clouds over the sky
like the cloth that covers the faces
of loved ones in the end.
do not be saddened by the darkness
that shrouds today
since tomorrow is another day
where perhaps the light may shine.

i know that it is hard to see
when these volcanoes erupt,
leaving ash in your face
and tears in your eyes-
but realize that with destruction
comes rebirth:
even this ashen fallout can nurture growth.

though the particles continue
falling into my eyes,
they disguise the face of a mourner
still staring into the sky,
waiting for first light.

Eureka 7 inspired poem today. Renton is quite an interesting character, I love how he aspires to be a man when he is just a kid. He knows it too, the fact that the number of things he has are few, but the value that they hold are so rich. The coupling of Renton and Eureka is also very cute and that is why I wrote this poem. Also the first closing theme song paints a beautiful picture of this relationship – “Takada Kozue – himitsu kichi”. In general her songs are all pretty much like that, painting a picture of youth. I sound like the oldest person ever writing that despite my age though, so I will let the poem do the rest of the talking.

when i was little

when i was little
i looked at you with puppy dog eyes;
i didn’t know the meaning behind why
my heart would start beating
faster and faster
whenever you would come into view.

but somehow i knew
that this feeling is to be preserved
and protected.
since though i didn’t have anything
it made you so much more important.

i wanted to grow up for you,
even to grow old with you,
to be like my grandparents
(but not as wrinkly).
at that moment
i can only be a puppy dog
trying hard to guard your door.

when i was little
i didn’t have much at all,
i just wanted to be an adult for you
because that was the only
certain thing i had.