WELCOME TO POETRY
(let’s pretend the poems are translated from japanese)
Immortality by Felix Tsukimoto.
When I was a little kid
I wished to grow into a scientist
because I wanted
to create immortality.
I thought living
was not a curse
I thought living
made life better.
I thought that you didn’t need to escape
I thought I’ll never feel regret
I couldn’t even imagine something like that
even if I could imagine countless worlds.
A world where eyes can fly and cats can lie
where chameleons dance along with dogs
it was just me sleeping within a pile of logs
me and my sister against the world.
As I thought all of that the fire burnt down my house
As I thought all of that was just nonsense
and I lost my sister
and I became blind.
A heartbeat of colors by Felix Tsukimoto.
My heart rushes
and begs for it
“hate me, hate me”
says from its left hand.
My heart skips a heartbeat
and begs for it
“love me, love me”
said its right hand.
No matter how much heartbeats
or sighs I skip
the night will keep bleeding away
and I will remain in silence.
My lungs are very heavy
I think I’m in love
my heart is hating all of it
which just makes me love it more.
“Be free, be free”.
My brain fell over by Felix Tsukimoto. (inspired by Wheel from DDLC)
Lantern without light. Tunnel without darkness. I try to get to it but that something missing gets to me first.
I keep running and spinning around but once I’m at the top my brain falls. A dizzy sensation consuming my body, an overwhelming puking experience is all over my feelings.
I rot. My brain rots. The tunnel rots. The lantern rots. A putrid sensation overwhelms my body now, the dizziness is gone and so am I. My brain fell over on top of the tunnel. The rotting tunnel embraces my rotting brain. Now the train is coming. But the real train never comes.
It’s just me. Just me and my rotting body without a functional brain. Or a brain at all. So I hope tomorrow this tunnel will return to the darkness. While I just turn around and vibrate. Resonating with the lifeless lantern. Nothing can be done.
Nostalgic apricity by Felix Tsukimoto.
The sky seems to have lost its purity, so now is crying.
The tears of its non-existing eyes slipped through my slender fingers.
My skin made a pale contrast with the transparent liquid.
Winter mornings always are depressing.
Like a fox hiding from the snow, I breathe slowly.
The air that I smell seems orphic.
A whimsical windy spirit rushes through my weak body.
I rock back and forth trying to not fall.
The sky is crying so hard like it wants to take its eyes out.
The town stays quiet.
No one feels sympathy for the poor little sky.
But now it’s laughing a bit.
And I laugh back to it.
Light on the street by Ari Pirisu.
There’s a light flickering on the street.
I wonder, wonder what can be it.
That silence that makes us all so free.
But now it is returning to me.
What can cause the flicker in the light?
That makes me keep consciousness at night.
That makes a little bright the light from the sky.
I wonder if it has something to do with I.
Nevermind, the light works again.
Confusion by Ari Pirisu.
There are spirals in my eyes.
There are mushrooms growing from my hair.
There are spirals in his eyes.
Forming hearts, gently.
The spirals make us dizzy.
But we enjoy our dizzy times, because we are together.
Together in the race of spirals and hearts and dizzy times.
That’s you and me, for me at least.
Convulsing endless bunny by Usagi Tsukimoto.
Oh poor little bunny, what’s that? What smells so funny?
Is your endless body, growing in circles.
I see. Does it hurt too much, little bunny?
Oh poor little honey.
No amount of money could make that wound disappear, am I right?
After all, I’m a bunny too, I understand you.
Having such a heavy weight on that endless body of yours.
You just can’t keep the balance and you make things worse.
No regrets little bunny.
Oh poor little honey.
Today we are not eating carrots.
Today we are not eating parrots.
Today we are eating our shame.
That comes back every time he says our names.
Poor little bunny, poor little honey.
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