Your Sky

anata no sora ga zutto
kirei da to omou...

hiruma ga okochatte
atsui sugitemo

ame ga owaranakute
sabishiku nattemo

isshun ni kuroku natte
nakitai demo

yoake kara yuuyake made...
asa ni, hiru ni, yoru ni mo...

anata no utsukushii sora dake ni
nandomo....
tasukerareru.

i was writing my paper this afternoon when i felt so tired and laid down on the floor looking at the window. (There's no furniture in my house lol!) Suddenly i felt so happy looking at the sky and all and how much it ease my wretched mind. So the words started to rush over my head and here there are... not really a poem... but... I hope someone will make a song out of this, i'm not good in composing music...haha... i'm not a native speaker of Japanese and i think there's a lot of grammatical mistakes over there... hehe

Here's the translation... i hope i'm on the right track ^_^

Your sky

Your sky is always beautiful, i think...

Even  when the sunlight becomes angry and it's too hot ...

Even when the rain never ends and i am lonely ...

Even in an instant it darkens and it makes me want to cry...

From dawn till dusk...

in the morning, at noon and even during the night...

Only by your beautiful sky

i am rescued...

I'm possitive it sounds like a prologue to a story. Wild imagination is swarming in my head right now. But i got a term paper to finish so i need to put those aside first. Besides, my Shinkansen is not finished yet even after two years... haha... I am a failed writer...T_T

Family

Hmmm... i drew this picture. It is not pretty but i enjoyed drawing it... ^_^

I said to myself

The sky darkens
It seems like a winter in Bristol
So this is winter
I said to myself

People speak
Those topics sound interesting
Yet, I don’t have words
I said to myself

I am alone
Please just leave me alone
But, human are social
I said to myself

That is why
I realize…

They laugh
Smiling looks good it makes me happy
I want to keep seeing those
I said to myself

They love
People are getting married
I have so many dreams
I said to myself

Works rain down
People just can’t live without working
Those, my responsibilities
I said to myself

Everyone sleeps
Though they have a lot in mind
Yet, just yet I can’t
I said to myself

For those dear to me
For those important to me
For those who walk behind me
For the children ahead of me

The sky brightens
Just now it looks like winter in Bristol
Yet, this is Asia
I said to myself

A requiem for my mobile phone

Just one day you had stopped blinking,
Do you have any idea how much I have been crying?
The moment I couldn’t see your shine
I have even lost the trail of time

Gripping in the darkness
Searching for your kindness
Though I’m gripping you
It doesn’t seem so true

It is one of the scholars’ shames
Though you’re not the one to be blamed
Just as if your screen’s being covered with dirt
I can no longer see nor read your words.

Enchanted

I raised the volume to the highest peak and Insonnia echoed sweetly enchantingly deep inside my mind, as if it was the whisper in the heart itself. The others’ voice started to fade away devoured by the angelic and ghostly voice of KOKIA. Together with it, the world began to grow silent, so silent that it stood almost motionless in front of me. Even the waves of people were getting slower, their ugly pace was growing quieter, soundless. The hideous noise that they made was muted like an unsung lute.

Perche sono qui ?

Insonnia

Dove voglio andare ?

La risposta non cè

Io ancora dorma

Ho un sogno felice

The traffic disappeared silently ahead and the green lights emerged still without a sound. By and by, I could feel the gentle flow of the people crossing the road. Indeed, it was like a gentle breath, pleading me to move along. Yet, no matter how much I felt the urge to walk, my very legs were stunned, glued stiff at where I was. Thus, I stood there all alone feeling that gentle breath as it leaved me behind.

 As the breeze passed me heedlessly, my eyes glazed over the world before me. Where is it, I wonder, the appearance I have been looking for? Even in such crowd, all that I could sense is the hurtful unfamiliarity. The melody began to catch my slow beating heart. I smiled sensing the firm careful grip coming from inside. Slowly, quietly, the reality began to collapse. All; the waves of people, the traffic and the soundless light were breaking, falling down in miniscule pieces, glittering and fluttering, like tears. Only then, I knew that I was crying.  

Aspetto qualcuno

Da molto tempo

Ma nessuno viene ancora

Io ancora dorma

Ho un sogno felice…

The world is falling apart, don’t you think? No matter how many times you tell yourself that it was alright. No matter how much effort you give to smile, such lousy emoticons won’t glue the wretched mask so well. And, the only thing you could do is to wait, wait and wait longingly as the enchanting time passes.

No. This is a dream, don’t you think? A sleepless reverie. And this enchantingly angelic and haunting melody has proven it so. Were it reality why would you smile as much as you cry. It would be absurd to laugh when your heart was breaking, right? Others will easily call you mad.

Then…

Then?

Then, let us continue to fall. The darkness will cradle us both.

It is a dream, isn’t it?

Indeed, it is. That is why…

That is why?

That is why we don’t need to wait anymore.

 A loud thump was heard and the audio player fall down to the ground with a crash. In a sudden the noise of the world returned. Filthy words echoed wretchedly as the car drove away in a swift awful speed. The arms around me were warm and I could feel the anxious beating of the heart within. I looked up to the person’s face confusedly even knowing who the person was, a tear falling down as my head moved. White blinding light was coming out from the figure there, who was holding me protectively.

Why am I here?

Insomnia.

Where do I want to go?

I have no response.

“Sono spiacente,” said the long-awaited voice. "Don't worry, I'm here now."

Life is like a journal

Life is like a journal

Life is like a journal
Punctuated with doubts,
And we are no less, a writer
Who keeps writing about.

When shall this composition end
If this innocent hand could barely stop?
Forever to write some filthy words,
Or of joy, or of anger and hope.

This hand gripping the very pen
Keeps on dancing as if in glee,
Though these very eyes have started to glaze over
This poor monotonous story.

Once, we hope to switch genres,
At some point after so many chapters,
Yet, will you challenge these paragraphs for such change?
Will it make things any better?

Why should this question mark be there,
Hindering both thoughts and dream in mid-sentence?
Then, never stop, never falter,
Let this strong words flow at our own prudence.

When shall this composition cease, when shall it halt,
I wonder,
When this story finally stop, when journey ends,
Only then, will the ink disappear.