-Fun- by Taeko Saito

boys are fun. 
they are like video games. 
you have to have a certain tactic for each of them
and you can’t really play the same game for longer than a certain amount of time.
unless youre really into the game.
some games take longer to beat.
others are easier.
some games are fun to play little by little.
some games you just get into it so much
that you play for the first three days nonstop 
but later on you kinda get bored.
once you beat the game, 
some games you just dont ever wanna play again.
but other games, 
you wanna play over and over and over again.
i wanna find that game 🙂

so, I liked this poem, and I just wanted to say, I already found that game, and I enjoy every minute of it.

immediate call
shattered line
voiceless tone

confuzzled questions
blurred minds
drowning emotions 

volcanic tear drops
guilt trips mind bottling 

I feel helpless 
I can’t do anything 

all I can do is
hold your hand
kiss away sorrows 
embrace your emotions 

that’s all I can do 
and that’s all I will do 
cuz its not my place to say anything 

all I can do 
is be silent 
hold your hand
kiss away sorrows 
embrace your emotions 
and be there for you 

*R.I.P Zac, Steve’s tomodachi Feb. 3, 2004*

get on the back 
lets drive thru
you and me 
no worries no tracks

no speeding
no stopping
no reversing
no crashing

screw paying debts
no orders needed
lets just drive thru

no rules 
no signs
no maps
no compass

just you and me 
just the road and the car

get behind the wheels
for a memorable journey

leave me in the middle
to solve your issues
i’ll look both ways
and guard you from the hole

don’t look in too close 
you might fall 
I won’t put no warning sign
I don’t have much time at all 

but if you do make your choice
dont let the hole know
for the hole doesn’t want to know 
for its just a hole 

one thing to make clear
don’t you dare blame the hole
for leaning in too close 
and falling in 

for the hole didn’t say anything
it simply warned you 
and you took your chances 
to fall into the hole

so I’ve been having some problems with certain issues and instead of talking it out, I’ve decided to write it all out.  If you want to comment on it that’s fine, if not, well that’s cool too as long as I get it off my chest. 

– A Tribute to a Friend-
    The spill of chaos, glass pieces everywhere. Water running down, a shattered reflection of an unknown being. Liquid drops along the surface, flowing as if it knows where to head. Myriad of glass screaming out color and opinions. Taking a piece of this glass, it cuts open a fresh life. Again, it screams out opinionated expressions. Blood, goriness, happiness, worry, doubt, predictions, past, fresh start, future. Subsequently, liquid flows out. High viscosity, gooey, self inflicted pain or accidental? No answer needed, it’s simply a wound. A flow of opinion, an open door for a market places of ideas. Selling an image, selling self. Percieved as unique, seen as freak. Colors added to enhance a vision. Remembrance, a legacy. To make a point. A warning, a side-note, a mistake. What’s done is done. Ultimately, the door needs to be closed. The opinion that really matters is hers, and hers only. Now leave her be before her glassball shatters.

– Listen –
    pain
    ice
    stab
    ice-pick
    sharp
    urge
    explode
    anger
    signs
    signals
    symptoms
    cure
    help
    warm
    ease 

– Trust –
    Your fondle care,
    Your fondle laughter,
    Joking comments, serious kindness,
    Endless teasing, ultimate funness. 

    Can I trust you, if I let go? 
    Would you flip things over…
    Would I change views…
    Would situation change…
    … if I let go? 

    Your fondle care, 
    Your fondle laughter, 
    Joking comments, serious kindness, 
    Endless teasing, ultimate funness. 

    There’d be a change, 
    in all its meaning, 
    wouldn’t it…
    …if I let go. 

    Don’t get me wrong, 
    My fondle care, 
    My fondle laughter, 
    My joking comments, my serious kindness, 
    My endless teasing, and my ultimate funness, 
    may change as well. 

    but can I trust you, if I let go? 
    Can I trust myself, if you let go? 

    Who do I trust? 

    Nobody: Just let it go. 

Ok, well that’s done with and I guess I feel a little better now. 

• Current Mood:  pensive
• One anonymous comment left: 

(Anonymous) 
Jun. 11th, 2004 08:51 pm (local)lisa, i think it’s ok to care about the girl. it’s really showing your true kindness. maybe you had her as a best friend when you were young and you didn’t get along too well lately but you still care about her. that’s not something many people can do,like what kenji said. because you’re a caring person, because you know her and because you in a way want to help her, i think it’s worrying you. and that’s a a sunao na personality and i think it’s wonderful to have that. just use that feeling to show her that you care for her. drop her a line or two. just let her know that there are people that cares about her. don’t be frustrated, just be the friend that she needs. from what i hear from you, it sounds like she is yelling silently for help.

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