Rise

You think the smoke has consumed
My dark dignity
And my hallucinations have
Clouded determination

I reach out from my grave of wild dandelions
To remind your souls
That my ruby power is not yet lost
I am not yet gone

My dears,
Wait for the pierced sun to rise again
Because I will rise again.

Reflection: Poetry Piece Published In GREYstone Quarterly Mag!

Hi, just a little 'victory post'; my poem Reflection is going to be published in Chicago's 'avant-garde' GREYstone Quarterly online magazine on November 26, 2011!!

Check the site out this month when I have it up there! I'll keep you posted.

Running at Night

Running at night feels like

A windy midsummer’s night dream

Feels like my sneakers disappeared

Somewhere in the obscurity

Feels like lullabies caressing my ear

Feels like stubby dotted fur of deer

Brushing up to my cheek

Feels like everything rinsing clear

Except for the residue of dirt on my knee

Feels like these feet are two blind seers

Feels like a little more than weird

More like my personal discovery.

From A Manga Lover

I remember the sun sprawled on my back

Five year old cheeks stained tan with leisure

I hovered on the straight shoots of grass

Reading, legs dangling in the air,

Honey and Clover, Fruits Basket, Azumanga Daioh,

From noon to dinner to bedtime

Caressing the warmth radiated out from their

Liquid eyes, bubbling with stories.

When it’s turns sad, when the girl weeps and

The boy would sigh and walk off with his fingers

Still holding on to her photo,

It is still a beautiful scene, without pain,

Because at the end, there will always be

Interlocked  hands, embraces, and everlasting hope.

I remember the first day of Spring Vacation

Reporters on CNN spoke with voices too loud, too fast

My senses went numb, no feelings, no life

No reaction to the sound waves from the TV

All the newspapers boldly announced that

The earthquake moved you 3 inches to the west,

Well wait ‘til they hear it moved my heart

Six years to the past

To Death Note, Naruto, Pokemon,

Inspecting every last word, every single corner of

Every black and white page, flipping unconsciously

My mind lost in another world --

And when it’s sad, when the hero’s sister gets brutally killed by

The villain, and there is this silence gnawing

Through me, creepy and lurking,

It is such a powerful scene, without doubt,

Because a voice knows the hero will break free, it chants

Don’t give up, keep pushing on!

And I am only a manga lover,

Spending my days dreaming of nothing and everything

You have always meant something to me

As the creator of this eternal universe to which I survive upon

Every manga book is a cell in my blood, together

They made me understand that when it’s sad,

When darkness won’t stop gouging into your soul

The apocalypse seems to have arrived, you cannot see the sun --

It is still beautiful and powerful,

Because it’s only a chapter in your story, waiting for a happy ending,

So don’t stop, Japan, keep writing.