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Kokoro no Ukeire
"HEART'S ACCEPTANCE" Just a journal filled with stories ideas, poems, personal entries, things to remember, etc. If you have nothing better to do, just relax and read. Who knows, maybe you'll see what the hell goes on in my head everyday.
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Sand, Sea, Horizon: Writing Ex |
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You drifted away on a slate of glass,
Riding on the unbearing sea.
And here I am, stuck on the land,
Wondering if you’ll make it through.
I’m hopeful, yet maybe just a little scared,
Of where you might be going,
Of who you might meet,
And of the things you’ll forget,
Here on land, where I am tied.
I wonder of the thoughts going through your head.
I wonder if those thoughts ever drift to me,
Even if it’s just once in a while.
But the memories of the waves,
And laying on the sun-baked sand,
Remind me of the days when you were still here.
When you still appeared when I closed my eyes,
And how when I opened them,
There you were.
Shielding me, protecting me,
From such relentless sunlight in the sky of blue.
It makes me think of rings,
Going on, forever and ever.
Never ending cycles of day in and day out,
Never once beginning or ending.
Just like life on this land.
Just like looking into your light-framed smile.
I stay here on this land.
I feel tied, but not to anything in particular.
It’s not the thought of eternal rings and cycles,
Nor is it those bright skies of blue and rays that gleam.
It’s not the sand underneath my head nor the sound,
Of those heart-breaking waves taking you away.
No, it was never any of those precious words.
I do feel tied, but it’s not to the land itself.
It’s the memories of those waves who kept you here,
Of the sun-kissed sand that connected our worlds.
It’s the dreams that I have of that shade of blue,
And the way the light shimmered for you back then.
I don’t care about promises of forever,
Ones that simply sit on a hand.
No, not anymore.
It’s simply to see that halo again.
That lightly toasted curve of your jaw,
The habit of knitting your brows,
Is why I stay here, still waiting for you.
Yet on my finger, there is also a red string.
Slowly tugging towards the horizon,
As an unbroken slate of glass,
Drifts onto the sun-baked shore of land.
 Ukeire · Tue Dec 22, 2009 @ 02:12am · 0 Comments |
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