rebel

I’ve been standing on a map of the city
for far too long
wanting to find a place to go
you’ve walked out on me,
I’ve walked on you.
I tell You, I play your games, too.

the house was empty when i left
and your wallet’s empty
But it’s on our bed
i took your money with me
to the city

if you think that i’ll just
nod and say yes
well you’ve got me wrong
I’M a rebel no less
a rebel with a SONG
I GRIPPED MY HEART
i can’t wait to start

the revolution
of a soul that’s been twisted
to disbelief
and a heart that’s been wrenched
till The soul would twist
and a body, a body left alone
in a bed that’s far too cold

Empty

she brought me to a place
where i couldn’t think
and she counted my days
by the number of times i tried
to fall asleep

in a place where
the sun rises before you can dream
to drag people from their beds
and bring them to their desks
while i remain asleep

and when heat creeps in
to wake me up
i realize how bad it is
i realize how good it was;
i fall back to my dreams

“there are things to do, son
we will remind you of it, son
you cannot run away from it
unless you die because of it
we’ve come to end your dreams”

i clung to my pillows
i clung to my sheets
until they dragged me through my door
and stood me on my feet
“you cannot run away

you cannot run away
you can come back in
but there’s no running away
there are no places to run to
near nor faraway”

i let myself be dragged
i forced myself to sleep
and i sought revenged against her
by counting her days away
every time she leaves

she will never die out, i know
i never gave up, she knows
but then i lost count
and so did she
it’s almost time to leave

Beautiful

have you tried lining your shoes outside your balcony door and glanced at them at one point and found them beautiful simply because they are outside, you’re not wearing them and they’re yours?

how beautiful is it that you can call something yours, like those towels that are hanging outside my balcony door, on those plastic chains i bought for a hundred yen each. they’re white. they’re ordinary

but they’re beautiful. like when i lean out of my balcony window and see the world beyond the four narrow walls of my tiny room at night, it’s dark and it’s endless and it’s beautiful, i wish i belonged to it but i don’t

the same way that i don’t belong to you because i am too ordinary and it seems to me that i am the only person in this world who finds what’s ordinary is beautiful because i am ordinary. i want to be beautiful, too.

and at the same time too, it would be beautiful if i could call you my own. beautiful for me, and beautiful for you. so that i do not have to want to belong to the endlessness of the night when no one else wants me to be their own.

Freeverse 21

Maybe it’s wrong
Maybe it’s not wrong
Maybe it’s right

Maybe it’s right
But maybe it’s not meant to be
Or maybe it’s meant to be

I don’t know anymore

I want you
I need you
I desire you

Who would not desire you

I’ve been looking for you
dreamt of you
searched for you
Found you

But you haven’t been looking for me
And you never dreamt of me
and you never searched for me
and you found me

uninteresting

For me, you came
and things started to happen.
For you, i just
happened to be there.

Maybe I’ll go
Maybe I’ll stay
Maybe I’ll wait

But what if I stayed
And I waited
While you were waiting

for someone else

Maybe I should do
The first thing that pops into my head
trust my instincts
I should go.

But the first thing that popped into my head
The first time I met you
The first time I saw you

When I found you

was that I love you
and I’ll never need
nor want

anybody else.