mind

Mind

Merciless in deed

in blade

in grin.

Flowerless in garden,

of an overgrown grass.

a secret path

but only a room

alone is the key

the doors on the floor.

But you have to be able to fly.

Theres a place.

A mention made

in passing.

And now to desert

all the dry

countless and small

no matter the sky stays with us.

doubtless your in the room.

enjoy the time

ancitipate the death

for then all love will be thine

after releasing the burden of breath.

みゆき

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Poems

English followed by original German. Plus a probably horrible Japanese version for good measure because this is about a Japanese girl.

Your mind is beautiful
Your soul draws me in
With its delicate calm
And I have niether the strength
Nor the will to escape
I want to die in there

That I may know heaven

 

Dein Geist is schön
Deine Seele zieht mich hinein

Mit ihrer zarten Friedlichkeit

Woraus der zu flüchten
Habe ich weder die Wille noch die Kraft

Darin will ich sterben
Damit ich Himmel kennen darf

 

あなたは、心が美しい

精神が微妙な安らぎで
私を吸い寄せる
脱出するための
意志も力もない
天国を知ることができるように
その中に死にたい

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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes

 

harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away

 

Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression

 

I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection

 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.

 

What It Is

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see

 

What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?

 

I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong

 

and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand

 

This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind

 

To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame

 

Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.

 

So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door

 

And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..

wondrous minds

The wondrous

[1]

mind of man

came to me in a slink,

suddenly appearing,

while firmly in place.




[1]

It is also temporary, very fragile, and, alas, meaningless. Go figure.

Dead Meat

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Thoughts

Dead meat,

Is what you eat.

Nothing alive,

It is not wise.

 

I don't know the reason,

But I know the cause.

It is rotten, it is corrupted,

And will drive a man mad.

 

Madness comes from eating brains,

I ain't no cannibal at late.

But eating meat I have to do,

Or certain things I can't see.

 

Blood is very good,

I have no Vampire mood.

But cruel some call,

What I describe at all.

 

My mind going ways,

With meat these days.

Demons, Ghoulies and the rest,

Outsiders are a real pest!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

the mind

...

 

deep

 

meaningful words,

 

used to open eyes

 

and play 

 

'a verbal judo'

 

that pins your 

 

hate onto 

 

your forehead,

 

...

 

a label

 

worse than

 

psychopath.

 

....

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My New Best Friend

He’s with me all the time,

We’re practically best friends.

He’s there for me the hard times the most.

He’s the worst friend I’ve ever had,

I regret the moments I introduced him to my life.

 

He taunts me, provokes me, pushes me,

He ruins me.

He turns me, frustrates me, rushes me,

He makes me.

 

I struggle to get him out of my life,

But he only gets closer.

I try to block him out,

But he only gets darker.

 

I hate him. But he loves me.

I wish him out of my life with the little passion he’s left me with,

But he remains around me,

As if his sadistic job was to torture me through this period of my life,

I loath him for this resulting strife.

 

I’m told one day he’ll die,

And rather than suffering in perpetuation,

I will caese the constant struggle towards evasion,

But his ghost may haunt my internal abrasions,

I wish his death would hasten…

 

I know he’ll die eventually.

Being left with his sporadic memories.  

What We Are (In the Dark)

Folder: 
Mindscapes

 

Untouchable

Unknowable

Intangible

 

Deeper darkness lurking in the twilight,

Murky depths, rejected by the sunlight.

 

Monsters creeping in the dark, 

Gleaming eyes filled with savagery, 

Mouths filled with glistening teeth.

 

I have walked amongst apparitions. 

I have faced demons and gods. 

No foe or ally is greater than myself.

 

The split, the divide, is as

Different as day and night, 

Greater than the space

 

Between the darkest point of the ocean

And the stars. We exist

Between the realms.

 

Aware of both, grasping one, 

Fearing the other,

When nothing truly exists. 

 

For what is the self other than

A collection of thoughts, 

Of ideas, a ghost?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I should be writing an essay for my english class right now. 

This happened instead.

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