His embrace is wrapped around my heart.
Lurks in the corner of my thoughts.
The sweet caress of his lips, still whispers.
All that I forgot.
I remember the touch.
The sound of his voice in my head.
Remains clutched to my heart inside.
I’m drowning in this emptiness.
And it feels like I have died.
I remember the sounds.
His scent consumes my soul.
He smelled just like my tears.
Taste like honey on his chest.
His hands erased my fears.
I remember the taste.
How a hole replaced where he was.
How the sky bawled out with rain.
How the time had come at last, so soon.
And it all had to change.
I remember the pain.
How darkness fills my soul.
And there’s no way to get through.
I’m lost within these memories.
At a loss for what to do.
I’m haunted in my heart.
I remember the truth.
I’m haunted in my soul.
Because I remember you.
This poem is dedicated to my best friend. You may know her on theotaku.com as inuyashafreak20.
The time has come for you to leave.
And this is for the friend I’ve always known you to be.
My friend, my sister, my family.
I hope you always remember me.
You’ll always have a space here with us.
I don’t think I can thank you enough.
You always stood strong when things got tough.
And when it got worse you never gave up.
I’ll miss you more than I can think to say.
But I’ll have a thought for you everyday.
And I will always be with you, come what may.
I’ll always stand beside you; I’ll find a way.
For a friend I know now and knew in the past.
For all of the memories that time will trash.
I don’t believe that time has gone by so fast.
Let this be a symbol of how sisterhood can last.
I will miss you, my sister, the best fate could send.
I believe one day I’ll see you again.
For all our memories and things we tried to defend.
I will remember and this is for you, from a friend.
Black are the wings that I’ll use to fly.
Red is the color of the tears I shall cry.
Truth is how I shall choose to lie.
Living is the way I know I must die.
Off of sickness into dementia I fell.
Out of the irony, into the well.
In darkest pain, I flourish, I dwell.
I live in the depths of my very own hell.
Tormented mentality leads a desolate way.
There is no end to the price I will pay.
The night of my mind never meets the day.
The girl you once knew has fallen away.
The end of my sanity begins in my head.
When I am awake as I rest on my bed.
I can remember all that the visions have said.
Everytime I realize that I should be dead.
I wish that I could make you see.
If only I could make you believe.
This is not what I know I should be.
I don’t know myself, this cannot be me.
You know I’m not normal, I am deranged.
You think that I'm slowly going insane.
You cannot fix things that you cannot change.
We are all damaged. Our pain is the same.
I've got a question, it's something I've been thinking about for awhile. I need someone to help me find the answers. So I'm posting this on the otaku.com to see if anyone can.
The question is, why do Japanese musical artists sing in Japanese and yet have a few English words mixed in their lyrics? Is it just because those words have no Japanese translation? Is it a pop culture thing? Are they placing a few English words to be more attractive to non-Japanese speaking fans?
I enjoy many Japanese artists, of many genres and all of them do the same thing. Forgive me if this seems a little obtuse but it's just something that's been making me curious for awhile. All replies and/or comments will be both respected and apprieciated. Thanks.
We write to express.
And we write to achieve.
Words are used to connect.
And we can use them to grieve.
We write to destroy.
And some write to maim.
Your words can cause suffering.
If you've got stable aim.
We write for freedom.
And we write to create.
Writing can be used to heal.
Or open windows to fate.
We write to become.
To search ourselves inside.
Looking for our own salvation.
Revealing our inner pride.
We write to be ourselves.
To reach those shining stars.
We write to tell our stories.
To show the world who we are.
We who write aren't many.
We're not really a few.
This is who we are in words.
Tell me, who are you?
