tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37928514769022462252024-03-14T11:32:20.111-07:00WHITEpoems,philosophy,and everything in betweenJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-52941846828868175982014-10-31T06:06:00.001-07:002014-10-31T06:06:37.549-07:00Catchball Didn't you know it was hard for me<br /> to maintain a catchball in conversation with you ?<br /> I'm a shy, small guy to begin with<br /><br />we were at St. Marc,<br /> and my chocoroll was getting colder<br /> how stupid was I, that in my mind<br /> all I could think about was that chocoroll.<br /><br />you would slowly sip your lemon tea<br /> I'd imagined too, how'd it taste like, I'm sorry<br /> that lips of yours now stained with<br /> fragrance of citrus<br /><br />little that I know,<br /> you were just like meJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-5288687922186950152014-10-31T06:04:00.000-07:002014-10-31T06:04:05.210-07:00The City of Owl It's the city of the first<br /> when initially happiness would take root<br /> I have learned<br /> the brilliance of your smile<br /><br /><br />under the umbrella were us lovers<br /> transparent as we looked up<br /> it looks like it'll be a while<br />
till the rain stops<br /><br />complications and future that meant nothing back then<br /> in the craziness of heated wild souls<br /> leaving the city of owl.<br /><br />-IkebukuroJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-73418907607574044152014-10-31T06:02:00.001-07:002014-10-31T06:02:19.973-07:00Rainbows of Tokyothe rain will stop<br /> puddles all over the city<br /> reflecting rainbow<br /><br />people will stop and stare<br /> taking pictures and uploading them<br /> to instagram and facebook<br /><br />so more people could know<br /> that when the storm passed<br /> shining with the sun are the beauteous double rainbowsJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-26196415675737987242014-10-31T05:59:00.000-07:002014-10-31T05:59:41.969-07:00Shibuya MonologueI just didn't realize how lonely I was !<br /> amongst the crowd at the intersection<br /> I tread the ground with a vague aim<br /> I've always known that I love attention<br /> that I'd learned to dress up, put on some manners<br /> trying to make friends with people<br /> that matter.<br />and being extremely nice that almost sickening<br /> it's not bad after all though<br /> to be the giving hand<br /><br />I thought I'd known everything, and could do everything<br /> by myself<br /> but there are times that I just wanna go haywire<br /> just like this scramble like crossing<br /> for just, a little while of timeJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-71462673980008666912014-10-31T05:56:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:56:54.793-07:00Uenowhen will the flower bloom ?<br />by the pond of Ueno park<br /> and the ducks will swim again<br />with the black Kois, gaping for food<br /><br />and the bridge would be full of hawkers<br />smell of warm Oden in the air<br /> an old guy on the bridge<br />pointing to a rare catfish he saw<br /><br />Ameya-Yokocho would be lively<br /> the kebab guys would've learnt a few new lines<br />under the JR railroad<br /> I wonder if the salmon would be good in spring too<br /><br />ah, how I miss it so much<br /> every single part<br /> the rejection, the acceptance and weirdness<br /> of Ueno town.Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-76081822984851233302014-10-31T05:54:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:54:14.480-07:00Asakusathe merriment of Nakamise-Dori<br /> a whistling tune of sparrow, unheard<br /> beneath the bell<br /> between the sadness of stone bodies<br /> I made a wish<br /><br />so when the dying leaves resurrect<br /> so when the white land drains away<br /> and when the sprouts a'green<br /> when the sakura would bloom<br /><br />I would be here,<br />
by your sideJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-60366903013447947012014-10-31T05:52:00.000-07:002014-10-31T05:52:27.140-07:00touchI long for a touch of kindness<br /> as this heart sinks further,<br /> it gets harder, yet weaker<br /> and strong at the same time<br /><br />bring me out from this hunger<br /> of a world that I recklessly chase<br /> a splendid front I put<br /> should shatter to dust<br /> in a single blow<br /><br />nevermind that I means no wonder<br /> I know that very little would I achieve<br /> since the fight I fight<br /> is a losing fight,<br /> all from the startJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-56337712403563959662014-10-31T05:49:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:49:30.341-07:00Mount Diamondthe vague promise that keeps us together<br /> that sparkles...like a mountain of diamonds<br /> it is in that reflected light<br /> we find peace and hope<br /><br />within the dark tunnel that goes into the maze<br /> unlighted, without a guide<br /> hearing only the footsteps that you left behind<br /> I make my way<br /><br />let the memories be the push<br /> to bring us forward<br /> and forward<br /> to the peak of this loveJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-40449382826581494582014-10-31T05:47:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:47:21.894-07:00SkywardI have envied the sky for long,<br /> and loved it at the same time<br />here, there are people who are<br /> just like me<br /><br />we were chasing for its contours<br /> in its hue and depth, endless gradients<br /> falling in love with the colors<br /> believing that sunlight has a flavor<br /><br /><br />when the light rose and sleep,<br /> we were swayed by the moonshine<br /> with the mighty song of cicadas,<br /> in the middle of summer<br /><br />we were capturing, and meanwhile<br /> being captivated. we were so far...<br /> but never felt any closerJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-74251432848021717882014-10-31T05:44:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:44:57.045-07:00Where The Sky Meets The Seathe sky deck is a long platform<br /> where the wind is strong<br /> family members are waving their hands<br /> to the plane their loved ones are in<br /><br /> you can see the layers of clouds<br /> of which colors and beaut I'd forgotten<br /> and the deep foul color of sea,<br /> singing mystery<br /><br />the smell of fuel and sea salt amalgamate<br /> arriving with the evening breeze<br /> and the sun hides in delight<br /> praying for the safety of those<br /> travelling in his light<br /><br />Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-82600500878064625052014-10-31T05:41:00.000-07:002014-10-31T05:41:30.999-07:00Dollsitting by the window,<br /> gracefully drizzled by sunshine<br /> of the eyes full of pretentious liveliness<br />a doll-like figure of yours<br /> staring at the sky<br /><br />the train goes past<br /> the number of houses, throughout the city<br /> busting out from the cloudy Nagoya<br /> we can see the sea, from afar<br /><br />I wonder where you're heading<br /> and who awaits for your, at the journey's end<br /> through my sunglasses, stealing a glance,<br /> a fleeting feeling, of regret and loneliness<br /><br />just one stop, before the last<br /> departed into your own world once again<br /> and I'm into mine,<br /> towards destined tomorrowJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-38805017720196431122014-10-31T05:38:00.000-07:002014-10-31T05:38:08.134-07:00PrincessPlease cry and fall,<br /> into my weak arms, over the night<br /> stop being here, in the world your<br /> hated so much<br /><br /><br />it's not like you<br />to be strong, facing forward day by day<br /> doing things you don't like<br /><br />you were a princess<br />in a small one-room castle of yours<br />surrounded by countless cute things<br /> I know you're still collecting them<br /> even now<br /><br />Please cry and say<br />"I want to go back"<br /> though I might not be your prince<br />but the twist of fate that I might have<br /> I'd put you there<br />in a place that suits you better.<br /><br /><br />-For my best friend, TJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-22937931762182988082014-10-31T05:34:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:34:56.683-07:00Foreigner 9 stairs that are always making me sigh,<br /> as I'm holding the complicated map<br /> it feels different, a little bit today<br /><br />Marunouchi line train as cramped as always<br /> finding my way to Shinjuku<br /> it's always difficult to find<br /> the right gate out<br /><br /><br />From Tachikawa to Toyosu<br /> to Ueno, then Nakano Shinbashi<br /> in this city where I'm lost in translation,<br /> it already feels like I'm most at home<br /><br />And there overlooking the hustle and bustle<br /> would be the Sky Tree<br /> by the West Gate, JR Line<br /> waiting here for the sight of youJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-4880446112488531832014-10-31T05:31:00.000-07:002014-10-31T05:31:40.085-07:00misconductswhat is dark that you speak of<br /> the quotation of foolish and childish<br /> impersonation of nonexistent fantasies<br />
swirling in your mind ?<br />
<br />
the ability to seal off,<br />
unwanted misconducts and fate<br /> to the very abyss of mind<br /> while in actuality, that bliss<br /> is not even yours<br /><br /><br />8/8/2014Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-31010554849811441332014-10-31T05:29:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:29:49.708-07:00nonexistanta timeless love is not<br /> plausible<br /> all love die out<br />withering with cold air<br />of white winter, losing light<br /><br />a timeless love exists<br />within the dusty glass case exiled<br />
at the very end of<br /> milky way, and such<br /> rotating away, and away<br /><br />8/8/2014Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-73833876753947158742014-10-31T05:27:00.001-07:002014-10-31T05:27:52.079-07:00Hearty MealStab my heart with a fork,<br /> and rip it out, throw it<br /> onto a plate<br /> season it with the salt from<br /> my tear glands<br /> I'm sorry if it doesn't taste good<br /> in your mouth and tongue<br /> because blame me for no reason,<br /> as you are the chef<br /> who hates your own cooking<br /><br /><br />3/2/2014Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-12394268261851012492014-10-31T05:25:00.000-07:002014-10-31T05:25:57.424-07:00Squaresseverity of madness has lighted upon us<br /> squares of waves, entrapping<br /> people's potential into one lump<br /> of corroding flesh<br /><br /> and as slowly, the flesh corrode<br /> sitting right there doing nothing<br /> was us, seeing and believing<br /> into the squares of artificial tales<br /> quietly laughing to us zombies<br /> are them,<br /> who made<br /><br /><br />15/1/2014Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-14970159413307125212013-12-09T00:49:00.000-08:002013-12-09T00:49:44.077-08:00Half Moon Chasing<br />
living it's life<br />
flower of night<br />
of shreds a'meadow<br />
singing by lone<br />
<br />
with gale a'sway<br />
her tears flutter<br />
to the far edge of sky<br />
at the half moonshineJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-64088277789018884142013-12-09T00:41:00.001-08:002013-12-09T00:41:34.384-08:00Pleasantry<br />
of a Friday evening<br />
I bid greetings,<br />
to the city sky<br />
of which light still a grey<br />
with a week's burden of tears<br />
<br />
to the shining leaves<br />
reflections of dewdrops<br />
and in all their<br />
longevity, would smile<br />
<br />
to the arc of faint colors<br />
yet deeply reviving<br />
my long lost heartJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-6570764551900347012013-12-09T00:31:00.000-08:002013-12-09T00:31:11.710-08:00Losing It<br />
the strings of dreams now ephemeral<br />
standing on the stares of Rainbows<br />
is a no-more, as tunes<br />
of invalidity stream into<br />
the fuzzy space<br />
unsolidifying heartJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-35248997342079136332013-12-09T00:26:00.001-08:002013-12-09T00:26:48.409-08:00by the crack<br />
by the crack of mossy grey brick<br />
under some discolored umbrellas<br />
I sit to eat my lunch<br />
with the spray of december rain<br />
<br />
<br />
by the crack of damp black asphalt<br />
under the cold, travelling clouds<br />
I stuff my stomach heartily<br />
dining at an old, cheap stall<br /><br /><br /> after a day's desk work<br />
in the slow,<br /> merriment<br /> by the crack of KL.Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-68276746606349315842013-11-05T04:50:00.001-08:002013-11-05T04:50:45.412-08:00the first rule <br />
<br />
the first rule is , don't tell anyone what you want to accomplish or else you will never accomplish it . especially facebook. don't tell facebook .<br />
<br />
that's the kind of mechanical that works with some peopleJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-91402095105470244392013-11-04T05:51:00.004-08:002013-11-05T01:05:08.023-08:00living without a careliving without a care,<br />
<br />
could mean careless. being careless, it leads to acts of clumsiness/ ditziness. being clumsy, walking without watching your steps, dropping things by not gripping them tightly, your head always in the air (airhead).<br />
<br />
basically,<br />
being careless means not giving a damn about a thing. any other things but yourself. your own thoughts. you only thing about yourself. and by 'yourself' , I mean your own feels. your own feelings on what you want. on things that you did. on things that you want to happen. to you. or to someone else but directly or indirectly related to you. you 'care less' about most of the things.<br />
<br />
careless = selfishness<br />
<br />
selfishness is a piece of something in everyone. it is derived - or rather - developed from the act of carelessness. you start by not caring. you do what you want, you ignore the little things. from there you can see, it escalated to selfishness right away.<br />
<br />
you only do things when it benefits you. you only talk to your friends when you want something from them . you develop friendship because it benefits you. like playing the game Persona (3,4, anything). you develop social links just to get more powerful monsters, and to reach the best ending. that's the selfishness of the game, using selfishness as an 'item' to get to your goals. <br />
<br />
in a way, that's how businessmen think. but let's ignore that part. <br />
<br />
by manifesting selfishness, you are getting to your goal. but what if things don't go the way you want ? you will start to hate. why does this happen ? although you 'try' to deny it but there so shallowly covered in your heart, there is hate.<br />
<br />
because you try to put a blame on something, or somebody for your failure. you look for people's fault . although how not closely related anything is to your attempt that failed, you are doing your best to find something to blame on.<br />
<br />
and if you find yourself already at this stage in your own train of thoughts, most probably the wrong one in the whole story is yourself. it began from your own carelessness that leads to selfishness that leads to your attempt shrouded in selfishness, and finally you failed and you try to blame others for your failure, and starting to hate others.<br />
<br />
from hate,it will develop into jealousy. and from jealousy, the dark wish for the other's destruction is born. and here you see, you have become the villain in your own story.<br />
<br />
do not forget, that this outcome starts from being careless. by not caring.<br />
<br />
this is just a theory, don't take it as if it is the ultimate truth.<br />
<br />
living without a care, is it a choice ? <br />
<br />
it's a choice.but it's a choice by fate. <br />
<br />
now question yourself, where are you now and have you become the villain in your own story ? if yes, it's time to stop. <br />
<br />
<br />Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-10054948452349694652013-11-02T03:00:00.001-07:002013-11-02T03:00:41.900-07:00Oblivion<br />
singing a song in the middle of night<br />
a faint tune to invite the breeze<br />
<br />
that envelopes softly a reminiscing soul<br />
pulling his hair, take him to a stop<br />
<br />
in the vast ocean of racing lights<br />
drowning in the dark...crumbling in pain<br />
<br />
telling lies, creating truths, hiding sorrows<br />
it is the stringless marionette,<br />
<br />
dancing by the door<br />
in a sand of lust pouring like gold dust<br />
<br />
prediction of fate fogging all ears<br />
striking the sky, a dash of starlight<br />
<br />
life and death tatter at the brim of smiles<br />
teaching infatuations to sleeps that can't borrow<br />
<br />
returning heavens to once a troubling mistakes<br />
the shadows are counted, to separate to dust<br />
<br />
in the end of journey a thousand poles<br />
light and air shower the shivering soul<br />
<br />
a place in history a world of visits<br />
let the tune of hearts whisper in the sky<br />
<br />
people's warmth are gone in flips of pages<br />
people's tears are one with the coldness of gaze<br />
<br />
the red sea waving a lifeless call<br />
to the stringless marionettes faking a heaven's door<br />
<br />
a telltale of hollows in the last fifteen<br />
discovering fear of anguishing of all<br />
<br />
the curtain that falls,smearing blood<br />
a morning light that differs in one's eyes<br />
<br />
when the carriage of earth resonates again<br />
a complexion enveloping the thousand of heavens<br />
<br />
flickering hate of unfiltered fear, and unveiling past<br />
like an unknown street smithered with weed<br />
<br />
kiss and goodbye, pain and reincarnation<br />
the flow of creation swinging in storm<br />
<br />
in the different flavors that often told<br />
the stranger's taste fathoming the role<br />
<br />
and in the prologue of voiceless shriek<br />
untangling, the bright red strings<br />
<br />
that slowing down, in eyes of truth and void<br />
the concept of time, for weakest soul a drip<br />
<br />
forbidden land of sky's a gray<br />
the streaming river is brackish,bitter of tears<br />
<br />
once awoken from the madly nightmares<br />
tell him, the stringless marionette,of refractions<br />
<br />
in irreversible cogs that accelerate indefinitely<br />
are molecules of compunction, resonating<br />
<br />
the eyes of rubies and emeralds, unknowingly<br />
solemnly damned to absorb the waves condemning<br />
<br />
in the universe so small a little history<br />
making a titanic mark on a big heart<br />
<br />
life goes on, lives carry on,<br />
revolving souls seeking savior, in the despairing world.<br />
<br />
5/7/2013 - 2/11/2013<br />
<br />Julia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792851476902246225.post-30200442452881740582013-07-18T03:39:00.002-07:002013-07-18T03:39:17.965-07:00The Blue Moon Won't Sing<br />
in the presence of whited eyes<br />
can you gather the starry sand<br />
on the long beach of unbecoming wishes<br />
<br />
and the blue moon won't sing anymore<br />
treading the mud is you barefooted<br />
with your hands clinging close<br />
to the brittle heart of glass<br />
<br />
please keep walking dear you<br />
though the miles will scar<br />
eternally your soul<br />
<br />
for somewhere en route<br />
I'll be there waiting, with your shoesJulia&Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030335810082800866noreply@blogger.com0