Poetry

過去・REVERSE

昔は日常的だった

毎日会って、遊びに行った

でもSUDDENLY 懐かしい思い出になってた

人は出会い、別れが来るはずなの?

ETERNALLY一緒にいられないの?

今は人ごみの中に

自分が消えていく

あたしが消える前に・・・

前に戻りたい

ドラえもんからタイムマシーン借りて

会いに行こう

新しいDISCOVERIES

見つけたよ、過去に知らなかったこと

これじゃどっちの時代が良いのか

分からない

前に戻りたい

ドラえもんからタイムマシーン借りて

戻ろうよ

暗闇の中

自分は消えそう・・・

何処に行ったら良いの

前へ前へ進もう

一歩、一歩、歩もう

自分亡くさないように

TIME SLIP


―DAMAGE-

小さい小言がどんどん大言になっていく

涙あふれ、気持ち抑え切れなくなり

体の中爆発する

誰も助けてくれない

“誰もたすけてくれなくて良い”

と、思い込み、気持ちどんどん

心のビンに詰めていった。

“なんで?”“どうして私だけ?”

いろいろな心配、孤独感が湧き上がる

今じゃ昔の口喧嘩はいい方だ。

昔の暴力を恐れ、

口で言い返そうとする

本人には見せない恐怖

皆には見せない迷い

自分には言い聞かせない思い

友達と共に戦おう

ビンのキャップを解いてくれた

大親友。 自分で開けられなかった

キャップ、やっと抜いてくれた

その時間の体の痛みは消えるだろう

でも、胸の痛みは一生消えないだろう

人生最大のDAMAGE

どうやったら消えるのだろう?

この詩、他の音楽と共に

流れ去っていくだろうか?

HOPEFULLY, この傷

流れ出したい


―BUTTONS-

小物のPASSして

感触TOUCH

小物の中に

情熱が浮いてる

その瞬間を

PAUSE

彼は初恋に似ている

まだまだ続く思い出

一瞬

PAUSE

彼が振り向き、止まった

時間がまたよみがえる

今、

PLAY.

人生こんなにコントロール

できるのか? 迷う

PAUSE&REWIND

出来ないことは

FAST FOWARD

人生

SEIZE THE MOMENT

だから、

早回しは出来ないけど、

戻すのは出来る。

人生はAUTOMATICじゃない・・・

―花火―

初恋に愛(会い

約八年後

目を合わせ

心に花火が散った

BANG,BANG,BANG

もう一度花火が胸の中で

動いていた

八年後、

花火は終わり、虫気の煙

霧のように

心を包んだ

また小さい火を

点けられるだろうか?

分かるものなのだろうか?

分からなくて良いじゃないかな?

頭のガラスの中

見続けることが出来るのなら

人生楽しみが無くなる。

人生花火の打ちっぱなし

で当たり前

綺麗な花火が続くように

又数年後この詩を思い出そう



―冒険―

真実見つけ出そう、

森、丘、海を越え、

SELF 探してくる。

QUIJOTEみたいに、冒険に出よう。

真実VS. IMAGINATION

何処に隠れているの?

真実探し出そう、

人に何と言われようと、

自分は自分の道を歩もう。

馬鹿馬鹿しくても良いじゃん、

何かを見つけられたら

それだけでいいじゃん。

それが人生の最高の

ADVENTURE

~New York Times~

Pause.  One shot photos,

Capture the moment,

Close in the memories,

  • Current Mood:  creative
  • Current Music:some kind of mix

Eastern Washington

I stole this from user djdj (a student of wsu):

—At 12pm it was hot, sunny, and 80 degrees. At 5pm we had 50mph winds and dust clouds filled the sky. At 10pm it was raining. And now, at 3am, it is snowing…

Gotta love Eastern Washington.—

currently, @ 8:12am, it is 3 degrees celcius with weatherbug telling me mostly cloudly with scattered rain showers in the morning…becoming partly cloudly in the afternoon. Cooler.  Highs near 60F.  Variable wind in the morning becoming northeast around 15mph in the afternoon…. DANG IT.

  • Current Mood:  sad
  • Current Music:the supernaturals crying…

dark
sparkles
dreams
unconscious
lightheaded
high
ecstasy
pills
kegers
weekends
parties
music
dancing
makeouts
regrets
blur

grey
I
u
who?
heavy
gone
abnormal
cold
light

soul
escapes
from 
mind 


need
to
sleep 

or


need
to
wake 
up

  • Current Mood:  sleepy
  • Current Music:Everytime- Britney Spears

Unbelievable

what the heck is up with the snow?  Yesterday I was in flip-flops, spaghetti straps, and jeans.  Today, I’m wearing a long sleeve shirt, a sweater, sneakers, and a winter coat!  what the fuck?!  its amazing bizzare!!!  This week was supposed to be the whole events week with mom’s weekend coming up, and it’s snowing?!  that isn’t good at all… (all the events I’m going to is inside so I’m good) anyways, that’s not all that’s unbelievable…

there’s a freakin’ arsonist on my campus.  who in their right mind lits a fire burning 6 cars and then decides to burn some newspaper in the old section of the library??  I swear…it’s one thing to think..hmm..thursday night and I’m bored..let me go get drunk and another to think…hmm…i’m bored so i’m going to see what happens when I lit a fire by a car gas tank… it’s amazing how people are stupid these days. 

oh, and you want to hear another incredible story?  well, yesterday Peter Jennings the news anchor for World News Tonight from ABC came to my campus to recieve the Lifetime Achievement Award cuz..my school is like #1 for communications in the west…anyways… after he spoke and whatnot he took some questions, and this Freshmen girl is on the microphone saying, “so, as you may know you work in ABC right?” its like dude… we all know he’s from ABC~!  and that’s not all… she tried to be all smart and said somethin’ of what he felt about disney and comcast’s merging deal..but she messed up the two company names…and then Peter Jennings commented, “I’ve heard that WSU students were smart…”  after that she commented, “I try” oh my god… how stupid do you have to be to even answer back on that?! it’s like thousands of people just saw you get humiliated by Peter Jennings and he actually dissed you…and you don’t even notice~!  

I swear, I hope it’s the weather that’s making these people unbelievable insane cuz if not, I think I’m going to feel like I’m the sane one…and you all know that isn’t a good sign! hehe…

  • Current Mood:  enraged

-The Frog King-

Man, I just spent 2 days reading this book and it was a fun read.  I had to note down some stuff cuz this author puts some scenes into such a great language…it’s like… wow…. he says it so great….and damn its snowin’ hardcore outside! Ok, so that was irrelevant but here it goes:

“I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.” –Charles Baudelaire–

“I’m moderately fucked.  I’m immoderately–fantastically–fucked.  I’m so fucked I can’t even bring myself to talk about the cause of my extravagant fuckage.  It’s too awful.” (4)

“Don’t get like this.” “Like what?” “Nothing.” “No, really.  Like what?  Upset that you’re trying to screw your way through all of 212 while I sit around pining for you like some kind of neglected, sexless governess out of a Bronte novel?  Like that, you mean?” (8)

“Church and State.  I just feel like our friends should be…mmm….separate but equal.”  (59)

“New York City is like fucking Sex Disney.” (77)

“The bushido of shitbag” “Am I crazy or just lonely?” (87)

“Why do you drink so much? I’m bleaching my intestines.” (134)

“You know, every book is a love letter.  Even if it’s not a romance book.  A book is just taking three hundred pages to say ‘I love you.’  No on’es out there helping these young, anonymous writers along.  No one’s dangling the big bucks in front of them.  These people are out there working night jobs as waiters and bartenders and security guards at warehouses, without health insurance or respect from their peers, trying to write these novels because they have to, because they are compelled by love to do it.  Even with the slushies who can’t spell their own names, you can feel it in their sentences, like you can feel the nervous energy of a first date with someone you really like but don’t know how to express it and so you end up saying all the wrong things.  They’ve got it, they’re feeling it, and they want us to feel it too.  That’s something noble.  That’s something about love.  And I just think that maybe you could be a little scornful to do it.  You used to write nice little notes under the form rejection letter, you know.  I don’t know why you stopped doing that.  It wouldn’t kill you, and it would make the slushies feel very good.  What happened to you?” (154)

“He was staring at you like filet mignon.” (159)

“…Because I didn’t have actual blue toilet cleaner…I dumped a packet of blueberry Kool-Aid in it.  Stylish and seductive, no?” (164)

“We once we made up a language all our own, using food terminology.  It was really quite en eloquent little language.  All concession items were pronouns.  All adjectives were Chinese food.  All vegetables were verbs.  The present tense was the vegetable itself; the past tense was the vegetable preceded by “rotten”; the future tense was that vegetable proceeded by “fresh.”  If a word had no food language equivalent, this was the beautiful part–then you can use the corresponding native language’s word.  For example, “She is going to drive Frank to work because his bus is late again” would be “Cheeseburger fresh avocado Frank to meat loaf pork rinds hamburger bus potato no chopsticks again.

Verbs:

  • To Be: potato (most common vegetable, therefore most common verb)
  • To Have: rice (similar logic)
  • To make love: jalapeno pepper (self-explanatory)
  • To like: green pepper
  • To dislike: red pepper
  • To drive: avocado (from a burning sensations song: “The girls turn the color of an avocado/when he drives down the street in his El dorado)
  • to kiss: pea (for the shape the mouth assumes when accepting a pea)

Nouns:

  • Work: meat loaf
  • boyfriend: chocolate
  • girfriend: peanut butter
  • father: steak
  • mother: little steak
  • brother: fried steak
  • sister: broiled steak

Adjectives:

  • Bad: no soy sauce
  • good: soy sauce
  • great: extra soy sauce
  • fat: extra MSG
  • skinny: no MSG
  • smart: fried rice
  • dumb: no fried rice

Miscellanous:

  • Because: pork rinds
  • good morning: coffee
  • good night: milk
  • Hi: lemonade
  • Bye: lemons

(169-170)

“Carpe Drinkum!, my friends in college used to say” (172)

“Lies abuse their victims but they corrupt their speakers.” (189)

“My brother has this theory about grief: you have to put it somewhere.  Put it in a bottle, put it in a novel, put it in the ear of your good friend, it doesn’t matter.  Well, it might matter a little.  He clearly chose to put his grief into a bottle and then into a needle, and that didn’t get him too far, but the point is you have to put it somewhere.  If you don’t you’ll explode like an unforked baked potato.” (212)

“P.U.R.E. (Previously Unrecognized Recruiting Error.” (230)

“Question: What’s worse than the woman you love more than anything on earth leaving you? Answer: The woman you love more than anythin on earth leaving you for the man who is the instantiation of everything in the world you hate most.” (242)

“The real cliche is being so afraid of love that you lose it.” (258)

“Sitting around the house talking dirty to an MTV chick does not constitute a sex life.” (266)

“Congratufuckinglations!” (277)

“I discover the cruelty of New York geography: everything is everywhere.  The city is a collage of warring histories and hurtful memories.  My famorite places have become places to avoid at all costs.  One night when a date wants to go to the Blue & Gold it feels like a plagiarism.  A novel impulse for honesty makes me want to say to this woman that this whole drinks scene is unethical, that I am trying to pass this off as fresh material.  “this work has already been done by another girl,” I want to tell her…”(294)

“Register Guy: Hey, don’t you want a mixer?  Me: What do you mean? RG: You can’t drink grain alcohol without a mixer.  It can kill you.  Me: I have one.  RG: You do, huh?  What do you have?  Me: saliva…” (313)

INTUSSUSCEPTION: the drawing in of something from without, the assimilation of new material.” (320)

So yeah, you obviously can’t get the sarcasm if you don’t read the book…but it was hella funny for me.  I also liked how this person explained the book:

It’s a coming of age book. Yet it’s also a book about not writing a book—until the end. It’s a love story about someone who can’t love. It’s a non cliche about a cliche. It’s a story of redemption and metamorphosis. It’s a comedy about a tragedy.

so yeah, I wanted to place these quotes somewhere and what better place to put it?  If you wanna ask me ’bout the book ask…if not…well… that’s your call.

  • Current Mood:  accomplished
  • Current Music:24/7-DCT

The Frog King

Man, I just spent 2 days reading this book and it is was a fun read.  I had to note down some stuff cuz this author puts some scenes into such a great language…it’s like… wow…. he says it so great….and damn its snowin’ hardcore outside! Ok, so that was irrelevant but here it goes:

“I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.” –Charles Baudelaire–

“I’m moderately fucked.  I’m immoderately–fantastically–fucked.  I’m so fucked I can’t even bring myself to talk about the cause of my extravagant fuckage.  It’s too awful.” (4)

“Don’t get like this.” “Like what?” “Nothing.” “No, really.  Like what?  Upset that you’re trying to screw your way through all of 212 while I sit around pining for you like some kind of neglected, sexless governess out of a Bronte novel?  Like that, you mean?” (8)

“Church and State.  I just feel like our friends should be…mmm….separate but equal.”  (59)

“New York City is like fucking Sex Disney.” (77)

“The bushido of shitbag” “Am I crazy or just lonely?” (87)

“Why do you drink so much? I’m bleaching my intestines.” (134)

“You know, every book is a love letter.  Even if it’s not a romance book.  A book is just taking three hundred pages to say ‘I love you.’  No on’es out there helping these young, anonymous writers along.  No one’s dangling the big bucks in front of them.  These people are out there working night jobs as waiters and bartenders and security guards at warehouses, without health insurance or respect from their peers, trying to write these novels because they have to, because they are compelled by love to do it.  Even with the slushies who can’t spell their own names, you can feel it in their sentences, like you can feel the nervous energy of a first date with someone you really like but don’t know how to express it and so you end up saying all the wrong things.  They’ve got it, they’re feeling it, and they want us to feel it too.  That’s something noble.  That’s something about love.  And I just think that maybe you could be a little scornful to do it.  You used to write nice little notes under the form rejection letter, you know.  I don’t know why you stopped doing that.  It wouldn’t kill you, and it would make the slushies feel very good.  What happened to you?” (154)

“He was staring at you like filet mignon.” (159)

“…Because I didn’t have actual blue toilet cleaner…I dumped a packet of blueberry Kool-Aid in it.  Stylish and seductive, no?” (164)

“We once we made up a language all our own, using food terminology.  It was really quite en eloquent little language.  All concession items were pronouns.  All adjectives were Chinese food.  All vegetables were verbs.  The present tense was the vegetable itself; the past tense was the vegetable preceded by “rotten”; the future tense was that vegetable proceeded by “fresh.”  If a word had no food language equivalent, this was the beautiful part–then you can use the corresponding native language’s word.  For example, “She is going to drive Frank to work because his bus is late again” would be “Cheeseburger fresh avocado Frank to meat loaf pork rinds hamburger bus potato no chopsticks again.

Verbs:

  • To Be: potato (most common vegetable, therefore most common verb)
  • To Have: rice (similar logic)
  • To make love: jalapeno pepper (self-explanatory)
  • To like: green pepper
  • To dislike: red pepper
  • To drive: avocado (from a burning sensations song: “The girls turn the color of an avocado/when he drives down the street in his El dorado)
  • to kiss: pea (for the shape the mouth assumes when accepting a pea)

Nouns:

  • Work: meat loaf
  • boyfriend: chocolate
  • girfriend: peanut butter
  • father: steak
  • mother: little steak
  • brother: fried steak
  • sister: broiled steak

Adjectives:

  • Bad: no soy sauce
  • good: soy sauce
  • great: extra soy sauce
  • fat: extra MSG
  • skinny: no MSG
  • smart: fried rice
  • dumb: no fried rice

Miscellanous:

  • Because: pork rinds
  • good morning: coffee
  • good night: milk
  • Hi: lemonade
  • Bye: lemons

(169-170)

“Carpe Drinkum!, my friends in college used to say” (172)

“Lies abuse their victims but they corrupt their speakers.” (189)

“My brother has this theory about grief: you have to put it somewhere.  Put it in a bottle, put it in a novel, put it in the ear of your good friend, it doesn’t matter.  Well, it might matter a little.  He clearly chose to put his grief into a bottle and then into a needle, and that didn’t get him too far, but the point is you have to put it somewhere.  If you don’t you’ll explode like an unforked baked potato.” (212)

“P.U.R.E. (Previously Unrecognized Recruiting Error.” (230)

“Question: What’s worse than the woman you love more than anything on earth leaving you? Answer: The woman you love more than anythin on earth leaving you for the man who is the instantiation of everything in the world you hate most.” (242)

“The real cliche is being so afraid of love that you lose it.” (258)

“Sitting around the house talking dirty to an MTV chick does not constitute a sex life.” (266)

“Congratufuckinglations!” (277)

“I discover the cruelty of New York geography: everything is everywhere.  The city is a collage of warring histories and hurtful memories.  My famorite places have become places to avoid at all costs.  One night when a date wants to go to the Blue & Gold it feels like a plagiarism.  A novel impulse for honesty makes me want to say to this woman that this whole drinks scene is unethical, that I am trying to pass this off as fresh material.  “this work has already been done by another girl,” I want to tell her…”(294)

“Register Guy: Hey, don’t you want a mixer?  Me: What do you mean? RG: You can’t drink grain alcohol without a mixer.  It can kill you.  Me: I have one.  RG: You do, huh?  What do you have?  Me: saliva…” (313)

INTUSSUSCEPTION: the drawing in of something from without, the assimilation of new material.” (320)

So yeah, you obviously can’t get the sarcasm if you don’t read the book…but it was hella funny for me.  I also liked how this person explained the book:

It’s a coming of age book. Yet it’s also a book about not writing a book—until the end. It’s a love story about someone who can’t love. It’s a non cliche about a cliche. It’s a story of redemption and metamorphosis. It’s a comedy about a tragedy.

so yeah, I wanted to place these quotes somewhere and what better place to put it?  If you wanna ask me ’bout the book ask…if not…well… that’s your call.

  • Current Mood:  accomplished
  • Current Music:24/7-DCT

…Emotional…

I’m sorry I hurt you.
I’m sorry I’m mean.
I didn’t mean to hurt you, 
Honestly I didn’t.

It’s hard for me to say, 
What I really want to say, 
You’re so far away 
and yet, you seem so close.

I wish I can say it 
face to face
I’m not sure if i can 
but i can surely give it a try. 

I’m not mean in general, 
or maybe i am? 
I’m sarcastic to those I care about, 
sarcasm hides feelings/emotions.

it worked for others but not w/u 
Now I feel bad,
and I cried for you.

  • Current Mood:  crushed
  • Current Music:Nickelback- Figured You Out