Doll

sitting by the window,
  gracefully drizzled by sunshine
  of the eyes full of pretentious liveliness
a doll-like figure of yours
     staring at the sky

the train goes past
    the number of houses, throughout the city
    busting out from the cloudy Nagoya
 we can see the sea, from afar

I wonder where you're heading
     and who awaits for your, at the journey's end
       through my sunglasses, stealing a glance,
          a fleeting feeling, of regret and loneliness

just one stop, before the last
     departed into your own world once again
        and I'm into mine,
              towards destined tomorrow

Princess

Please cry and fall,
    into my weak arms, over the night
      stop being here, in the world your
               hated so much


it's not like you
to be strong, facing forward day by day
  doing things you don't like

you were a princess
in a small one-room castle of yours
surrounded by countless cute things
   I know you're still collecting them
            even now

Please cry and say
"I want to go back"
   though I might not be your prince
but the twist of fate that I might have
   I'd put you there
in a place that suits you better.


-For my best friend, T

Foreigner 9

stairs that are always making me sigh,
  as I'm holding the complicated map
 it feels different, a little bit today

Marunouchi line train as cramped as always
   finding my way to Shinjuku
     it's always difficult to find
         the right gate out


From Tachikawa to Toyosu
    to Ueno, then Nakano Shinbashi
     in this city where I'm lost in translation,
     it already feels like I'm most at home

And there overlooking the hustle and bustle
        would be the Sky Tree
    by the West Gate, JR Line
            waiting here for the sight of you

misconducts

what is dark that you speak of
    the quotation of foolish and childish
     impersonation of nonexistent fantasies
       swirling in your mind ?

the ability to seal off,
            unwanted misconducts and fate
            to the very abyss of mind
             while in actuality, that bliss
                       is not even yours


8/8/2014

nonexistant

a timeless love is not
    plausible
  all love die out
withering with cold air
of white winter, losing light

a timeless love exists
within the dusty glass case exiled
 at the very end of
   milky way, and such
      rotating away, and away

8/8/2014

Hearty Meal

Stab my heart with a fork,
   and rip it out, throw it
            onto a plate
     season it with the salt from
       my tear glands
              I'm sorry if it doesn't taste good
               in your mouth and tongue
             because blame me for no reason,
          as you are the chef
              who hates your own cooking


3/2/2014

Squares

severity of madness has lighted upon us
    squares of waves, entrapping
    people's potential into one lump
    of corroding flesh

    and as slowly, the flesh corrode
        sitting right there doing nothing
        was us, seeing and believing
        into the squares of artificial tales
                 quietly laughing to us zombies
                  are them,
                  who made


15/1/2014