Poetry Corner

[Shadow Wolf]

This feels like some kind of ineffable universal need or conundrum. But what is it, out of interest, Louis?

Ah, long time! XD Sorry for taking so long. Anyway, "Ai" is actually the phonetic pronunciation of the Japanese symbol "愛", which means "love". ^_^

Well, it's been quite some time since I wrote something (I'm probably rusty, hahaha). I did, however, write a Spanish poem to someone I like. I'll be sure to translate it.

Solo para ti - Soneto (Only for you - sonnet)

El corazón me susurra al oído
Las alegrías que en ti ha encontrado
Y te agradece que lo hayas vestido
con el amor que por siempre ha anhelado

(The heart whispers all the happiness found with you into my ear
and it is thankful that you have dressed it with the love he always craved for)

Mis pensamientos atraen tu ternura
mientras ofrecen su gran bienvenida
para brindarte cariño y dulzura,
al recordarte que eres mi vida.

(My thoughts attract your tenderness as they offer their warmest welcome
to give you love and sweetness while they remind you that you are my life.)

Ya que controlas su ardor y su anhelo,
mi cuerpo vibra en intensa pasión
mientras desea tu encanto y calor.

(Since you control its hotness and its desire, my body trembles in intense passion as it longs for your charm and your warmth.)

Hasta mis sueños son tuyos, mi cielo
Gracias por ser mi mayor bendición
Toda mi vida es tuya mi amor.

(Even my dreams are yours my dear. Thanks for being my greatest blessing. All my life is yours my love).

Yeah... corny... I know, hehehe.

EDIT: and the other side of the coin, an unedited, unstructured, unhappy piece.

Shi

No more time...
time has stopped...
same old room...
same un-bloom...

Stuck in the virtual world...
afraid of the outside world...
staying in the comfort zone...
and giving up hopes.

Though a miracle would happen...
nothing happened at all...
still stuck as a no one
Still hopeless and broke.

Time is frozen in this room
as time moves faster in the outside world
He has been left behind
He has just stayed behind.

Parents lost hope in their son
Brother calls him a parasite
Friends can't change his world
And he's left like a worthless stone

He tried stretching his hand for help
But he didn't stretch it enough
Since before the hand reached halfway
He'd already given up.

And now as he lays in his frozen world
where only this screen and his hands move
He write these words with no exact purpose
Except to prevent a depressing flood.

And after this, he knows nothing will change
Because no one hears his mute cries for help
And thus he returns to his frozen world
Where he expects nothing but darkness alone

No more time...
Time has stopped...
same old room...
same hope doomed.

[Chris 2.1]

Moth and Flame

You and I, bright like fireflies,
Gliding towards a warming light
It's suicide,
yet feels so right.
Anything can, when by your side.

You and I, relaxed enough to cry,
Swimming in diamonds late at night.
No lead, no guide,
But heart and plight.
Immersed ourselves, so late at night.

I Wonder why we're both outside,
When, once, inside once looked inviting.
Kingdom empty, darkened lamp,
Tears extinguish flame to damp.

Even in our wildest moments,
You made waves like crescent moons.
Even in our still and slumber,
Ripples formed like hearts on water.

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

Should she have spoken to me less nicely
Should she have spoken to me more freely
Should I have asked if she had someone
Should I have asked her to be mine earlier

Nobody had answered to my glance
Like she did with those eyes
Nobody had presented me homework to solve
Like she entrusted me

I sat behind her and followed the class
I could watch her hair for eternity
Did I get that integral solved
Yes, I solved it for her

Ten years have passed
Since those days full of excitement
I don't blame her for anything
She gave me all I needed
With those questions and answers
Even after it turned out she had someone

Time is nigh
Time is nigh
To save the past

For I never doubted that
The idea of her virginity
Never died inside me

Returning of the miracles
Red-haired beauty reborn
Restored my ability to cry again

The note that I threw on her table
Returned once but not twice

Just once more I got to sit near her
Just once more she asked me to help
The idea of her virginity
Never died inside me

[Mikachu Yukitatsu]

These lyrics are actually a statement towards what Päivi Räsänen said about alternative medicine.

Questioned Millennia

Who is to judge what you can't see
Still you can't question what you learned at school
Exposed to our religions we march where we're told to
Proudly because we think we're free

What you believe is another person's fantasy
What you trust in is another person's deceit
Slaves of one's science
That's what one's thoughts are

There's one disease that you cannot heal
In human brain lies knowledge that may turn false one day
Centuries we believed in science
Millennia we believed in gods

Tradition tells spirits can heal you
Evidence tells you can't prove if they exist
Present religion questioned the past one
Present science questioned religion

Ancient philosophies bow before renewed masters
Masters of atoms masters of galaxies
Where is Heaven where is Hell
Where are the gods if you can prove black holes

[Oslo]

Strays in the Thaw

Perhaps I know why you stare
at their bodies, slight and almost lovely
after sunless months
in winter’s jar. I touch a soiled glove
to your hand, drape my gaze
like a pocketless shroud
over their crumpled repose.
I picture them at mewling defeat,
huddled for warmth that could not come

in time. With collar turned to snap of
March, I suggest we get back
to the yard work—our epidemic in
chickweed, branches, dead leaves
that hide dead bodies.
I repeat what I said on a horrible day
in a horrible room:
that passing isn’t more
than a rocking Sunday hammock. (All cock and bull.)

At night, as sleep takes me, so you take
the cavernous station wagon
down to the lake and the waterfront cottage
where once you dwelled as a girl. By darkness
you slink to the foaming shore and hunt
for the hidden slabs of shale
on which you scratched your life’s first secrets:
your hatred for recitals, the pink-eared boy
whose eyes you longed to kiss

and the names you planned to give your babies.
You frantically turn rock, split thicket,
but every piece of shale is mute
by damning touch of water.
You feel each misplaced name
wrested always out of you, the precise ache,
those slanted slackened mouths
as voiceless as the swells of fur
we threw to our heap of compost.

Then you tell me this months later
as you spit up red swallows of ice wine. I don’t ask
but still wonder about your trip home
after the search, about the way you toiled
back into our bed that cool spring night.
Did you curl up against my sleeping body?
Or did you roll away, fighting
the instinct that whispers us still
when the time at last has come to huddle?