We met under the strangest of circumstances
Our love was to be for-ever.
But sadly, the first time (and I'm sorry for this)
I faltered, and then we were never.
Six moons passed, and we drifted apart
I found myself dreaming again -
Delirious was the word I had used, when I
Wrote you a letter, straight from my pen.
I sent it to you, five times at least
I needed to talk to you, woman or beast
I sat at my post nearly every day
And waited for your reply.
We spoke - once, twice, three times and still
You refused to forgive, to forget
And still as I sighed, for yourself you cried
There was only one for you, I bet.
And we were together in Feb'ry this year
But alas, it was never to be
I wrote you a song, a beautiful lullaby
To send you, my world, to sleep.
And yes, I now know that it went like it did
For a reason, to say "we were only just kids"
And but six se'nnights you had 'till eighteen
And no more will I hear your reply.
Just forty-two days - until you were free
Just forty-two days, and we could have been free.
Tuesday, June 5
Tuesday, May 29
Triptych
- A Love that Knows no Bounds
As I lay here in the night
Thinking of you and only you
I open my blind, gaze lightly up
Wondering if you’re doing it too
~who knows? for all i know you could be.
I sadly smile and draw the blind
Separating dreams and life
I close my eyes and fall to sleep
Dreaming of future life with you
~and still i feel you with me, holding me tight.
And when that happy day arrives
When we’ll be eternal – forever
I fall into your arms and snuggle tight
Glad in the knowledge that we’re together
~and as i close my eyes again, i feel safe and snug in your arms.
~do you feel as happy as i do?
- Winter in the Woods
Falling, falling snow-
Dripping down the windowsill-
A warm fire and a warm body-
Falling, falling snow.
Falling, falling snow-
Covering our tracks-
We begin again-
Falling, falling snow.
Falling, falling snow-
Keeping us together-
Melting with the heat-
Falling, falling snow.
- The Final Step of One Life, The First Step of Another
A question for you: Will you love me forever?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Will you keep me warm?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Will you hold me?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Will you give a key to the one you love?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Then, will you take mine?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Will you keep it safe and never give it away?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: And will you help me when I need it?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Why? Why will you do it?
An answer for you: Because I love you.
A question for you: Will you love me forever?
An answer for you: Of course.
A question for you: Will you play games with me forever?
An answer for you: Not this one.
A question for you: Why?
An answer for you: Because I’d much rather be doing this.
~and so, the two moved on, toward better things and more blissful goals.
Yes! I've started writing again! And now I have a way to blog aswell, so that's good. Expect to hear much more from me in the future! ^_^ Keep wandering! Saka-chan out, as usual. :p
Tuesday, April 3
Opposite Seasons - Our Season
Life is short, they said.
. . . It's short.
. . . . . . Short.
What is short?
It's life, short is life, life is short.
To sleep; to sleep would be the final step
To dream; to dream would be impossible.
-Heaven awaits.
But perhaps -
A glimmer, a shining jewel
. . . A powerful thing?
. . . . . . Power.
Our power, when does it arise, our power?
When we need it most - our power alone.
To live; to live would be the greatest joy
To love; to love would be sublime.
-And heaven can wait.
And still -
We curl ourselves around each other
Clinging to what we know -
To last; to last would be our future,
To die; to die will come much later.
-And heaven awaits the wilful few,
waiting for their will to cease.
. . . It's short.
. . . . . . Short.
What is short?
It's life, short is life, life is short.
To sleep; to sleep would be the final step
To dream; to dream would be impossible.
-Heaven awaits.
But perhaps -
A glimmer, a shining jewel
. . . A powerful thing?
. . . . . . Power.
Our power, when does it arise, our power?
When we need it most - our power alone.
To live; to live would be the greatest joy
To love; to love would be sublime.
-And heaven can wait.
And still -
We curl ourselves around each other
Clinging to what we know -
To last; to last would be our future,
To die; to die will come much later.
-And heaven awaits the wilful few,
waiting for their will to cease.
The Horror of Losing One's Life, One's Eternal Soul
To break the boundaries of human thought
To 'scape the bonds and traps of normal life
To dream of being cat and fox and 'coon
To live forever more, and to survive.
The fear of losing someone whom you love
The fear of waking up, ne'ermore to see
The fear of knowing one of us will die
The fear of knowing that I'll ne'er be free.
Accepting red and black to be the norm
Accepting, silent, faithful and distraught
Resigning unto death - the final plea
Resigning to our fates, who leave us nought.
The silence of our tightly-huddled love
The crashing of our fireworks high above.
To 'scape the bonds and traps of normal life
To dream of being cat and fox and 'coon
To live forever more, and to survive.
The fear of losing someone whom you love
The fear of waking up, ne'ermore to see
The fear of knowing one of us will die
The fear of knowing that I'll ne'er be free.
Accepting red and black to be the norm
Accepting, silent, faithful and distraught
Resigning unto death - the final plea
Resigning to our fates, who leave us nought.
The silence of our tightly-huddled love
The crashing of our fireworks high above.
Wednesday, March 28
On Lullabies.
I wrote this for my beloved a few days ago, and thought it wouldn't do any harm being put up here:
Sleep, sleep, the one that I adore,
Sleep, sleep, my love for ever more,
Dream, dream, of clouds and open doors,
Wake next to me and take my paw,
Just sleep well, my heart is always yours.
That's the first verse. I think she's worth creating another two verses at least, so expect them (and the .mp3) to be up soon! ^^
Saka-chan's finished for the day, and going on another night journey. (Oh god, journeys - I have to study them next year.) So, keep wandering, y'all. Don't be strangers now.
Sleep, sleep, the one that I adore,
Sleep, sleep, my love for ever more,
Dream, dream, of clouds and open doors,
Wake next to me and take my paw,
Just sleep well, my heart is always yours.
That's the first verse. I think she's worth creating another two verses at least, so expect them (and the .mp3) to be up soon! ^^
Saka-chan's finished for the day, and going on another night journey. (Oh god, journeys - I have to study them next year.) So, keep wandering, y'all. Don't be strangers now.
Titled.
Always one trying to be different,
Trying to break the mold,
His soul has not been sold
to those people who never look up,
Those people who sit, dead and cold.
He cannot escape their black methods,
They who blast metal
From tweeters (which don't settle)
He cannot entice them back to the light,
They worship the wilted black petal.
A Remington lies on the doorstep,
It's been tossed aside,
"Damn electrics!" he cried,
The shop has been restocked with Gillettes,
And with them he cleanses his pride.
And this all the product of failed romance -
Some kind of exclusion,
He's seeking inclusion,
And so to fit in, he cleans his sink every day;
And so he has come to this conclusion.
A racy kind of splattered ink -
His experiment failed
He sees his life before him :
(I regret...
After reading this, you might think, "Wow. Another emo." I cannot stress enough how untrue that is. It's an ironic poem (using tragic irony I guess) I wrote for school... Anyway, I should have some better stuff soon.
Trying to break the mold,
His soul has not been sold
to those people who never look up,
Those people who sit, dead and cold.
He cannot escape their black methods,
They who blast metal
From tweeters (which don't settle)
He cannot entice them back to the light,
They worship the wilted black petal.
A Remington lies on the doorstep,
It's been tossed aside,
"Damn electrics!" he cried,
The shop has been restocked with Gillettes,
And with them he cleanses his pride.
And this all the product of failed romance -
Some kind of exclusion,
He's seeking inclusion,
And so to fit in, he cleans his sink every day;
And so he has come to this conclusion.
A racy kind of splattered ink -
His experiment failed
He sees his life before him :
(I regret...
After reading this, you might think, "Wow. Another emo." I cannot stress enough how untrue that is. It's an ironic poem (using tragic irony I guess) I wrote for school... Anyway, I should have some better stuff soon.
Partition
September, June
Life, Death
Dark, Light
Warmth, Cold
Enjoyable, Hated
And so on, and so forth, until...
Controversy, Peace
Romance, Horror
Excellence, Normality
Intelligent, Popular
And then, he finally found it.
Love.
Tears.
I wrote this last night. I'm not quite sure of the meaning of it, but anyway. I'll post more soon. Basically from now, my poems are going to be filler for my life, until something REALLY interesting happens. (And no, I haven't forgotten about you.)
So, wish me luck!
Life, Death
Dark, Light
Warmth, Cold
Enjoyable, Hated
And so on, and so forth, until...
Controversy, Peace
Romance, Horror
Excellence, Normality
Intelligent, Popular
And then, he finally found it.
Love.
Tears.
I wrote this last night. I'm not quite sure of the meaning of it, but anyway. I'll post more soon. Basically from now, my poems are going to be filler for my life, until something REALLY interesting happens. (And no, I haven't forgotten about you.)
So, wish me luck!
Tuesday, March 27
A View Through A Wall
A sentimental house
Across the road, a feel of shadow
Sinister flowers of blue and mauve
in a field, but the house stands
Alone.
Smoke billows forth from a
tight metal mouth,
A road of dirt, leading
to who knows where?
A seemly-empty house
Stealing softly into the night,
The sounds of a foreign music band
waft through a smal window.
A peaceful journey, laughter from
a car, a coin is
flipped ------
(please, please)
spin ---------
(oh, please let it be-)
spin ---------
(come on, I need this)
spin --------
(yes, go, go, come on -)
spin ----- and lands on the cold
and warm ground . . .
Tails - or was it heads?
(or something else?)
A deft-handed companion
Curled up with red fur by the fire, cold,
cold, cold, and then warm as ------
(how much time has passed?)
"Good night."
"Sweet dreams."
Click.
A poem written by me, dedicated to my sweet love. Again, thought you guys might like it. I'll post an ironic poem tomorrow.
Keep wandering. Watashi out.
Across the road, a feel of shadow
Sinister flowers of blue and mauve
in a field, but the house stands
Alone.
Smoke billows forth from a
tight metal mouth,
A road of dirt, leading
to who knows where?
A seemly-empty house
Stealing softly into the night,
The sounds of a foreign music band
waft through a smal window.
A peaceful journey, laughter from
a car, a coin is
flipped ------
(please, please)
spin ---------
(oh, please let it be-)
spin ---------
(come on, I need this)
spin --------
(yes, go, go, come on -)
spin ----- and lands on the cold
and warm ground . . .
Tails - or was it heads?
(or something else?)
A deft-handed companion
Curled up with red fur by the fire, cold,
cold, cold, and then warm as ------
(how much time has passed?)
"Good night."
"Sweet dreams."
Click.
A poem written by me, dedicated to my sweet love. Again, thought you guys might like it. I'll post an ironic poem tomorrow.
Keep wandering. Watashi out.
Wednesday, March 21
On Coding
For those of you who know what this is, it's right here:
FPRm4arsw A-- C- D-- H++ M- P+ R++ T++ W Z- Sm++ RL- a- cmn+++ d++ e- f++ h* iwf++ j++ p+ sm-
For those of you who don't know what it is, then don't worry about it. ^^
A short one today, just getting the Code out there. Happy days!
Keep wandering! Saka-chan's off on another trek.
FPRm4arsw A-- C- D-- H++ M- P+ R++ T++ W Z- Sm++ RL- a- cmn+++ d++ e- f++ h* iwf++ j++ p+ sm-
For those of you who don't know what it is, then don't worry about it. ^^
A short one today, just getting the Code out there. Happy days!
Keep wandering! Saka-chan's off on another trek.
Thursday, March 8
On Letters (again) and Death
Okay. Something really shattering happened during these last couple of days. There was, as many of you would know, a plane crash in Indonesia, which happened to be connected to the boarding house.
How, you may ask?
Well, basically, two of the passengers on that plane were related to two of the boarders over here, so most people in the boarding house have been checking the news non-stop for any news of their survival.
However, it turns out that both of the parents died, and it means that the house has to cling together even stronger than before, to fight the evil in the world.
Of course, by "evil" I'm not referring to terrorism, as that wasn't the problem, but the evil of karma and death-before-time.
But, that's probably a different matter for a different post.
I'm wasting away waiting for Ado-chan's letter. I'm starting to lose my faith in the Malay air-mail system ^_^;; but yeah, I'll be a lot happier than I am now when it comes. Wish everything luck.
Even your worst enemy. They deserve it in this day and age.
And, above all, keep wandering. Saka-chan out.
How, you may ask?
Well, basically, two of the passengers on that plane were related to two of the boarders over here, so most people in the boarding house have been checking the news non-stop for any news of their survival.
However, it turns out that both of the parents died, and it means that the house has to cling together even stronger than before, to fight the evil in the world.
Of course, by "evil" I'm not referring to terrorism, as that wasn't the problem, but the evil of karma and death-before-time.
But, that's probably a different matter for a different post.
I'm wasting away waiting for Ado-chan's letter. I'm starting to lose my faith in the Malay air-mail system ^_^;; but yeah, I'll be a lot happier than I am now when it comes. Wish everything luck.
Even your worst enemy. They deserve it in this day and age.
And, above all, keep wandering. Saka-chan out.
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