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emily-k-okita
Japanese 19 years old / Japanese / Sophomore in college / laughing / writing / acting / Los Angeles native
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Without really thinking My swinging tears in a sun-drenched sky Beneath my awkward grace There is a fire burning Without really thinking As red rose petals fall down Your kiss emancipates me Carving the envy of thrilling betrayals Without really thinking I ask you darling Is it the soft man in the corner? Who maybe the first one With Reprehensible sins Without really thinking The moments of humble opulence The Threads shaping our story Slender silhouettes of my love for you Without really thinking I will always love you
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
Without Really Thinking?
Without really thinking My swinging tears in a sun-drenched sky Beneath my awkward grace There is a fire burning Without really thinking As red rose petals fall down Your kiss emancipates me Carving the envy of thrilling betrayals Without really thinking I ask you darling Is it the soft man in the corner? Who maybe the first one With Reprehensible sins Without really thinking The moments of humble opulence The Threads shaping our story Slender silhouettes of my love for you Without really thinking I will always love you
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August Sixth Emily Okita I. Little Boy Fat Man fell into red ocean Walking ghosts Where’s mother? Grave of Fireflies Tiny flames consume everything Infrastructure destroyed Infernal windows to the end of the line Burning, Screaming, Lights out II. Keiko-chan City of Death Miles from Ground Zero The River A baby nursing in a blistered mother’s arms A man cradling his eye in one hand A friend trapped under her home A mother, her headless child on her back A neighbor, belly open, intestines spilling III. Keiko-chan, I ran away from my sisters as they called out for help Keiko-chan, disease X Specimen ABC Study for long-term effects of radiation disease 120,000 One day a year Doctor would inspect me It changed after my twelfth birthday Keiko-chan, stand up on stage and take off your gown Wide room with bright lights Doctors, different languages A doctors’ meeting “You’re turning into a woman, Keiko-chan.” Why am I naked? Why do I have to show myself in front of these doctors? Purple spots, hair loss, bruises, swelling I cannot tell my mother, my father No one. I’m alone. IV. August 6, 1945 A war I did not start Mushroom clouds, shock waves stabbed me A Beautiful Invention Genocidal Physics
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Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC
August 6
August Sixth Emily Okita I. Little Boy Fat Man fell into red ocean Walking ghosts Where’s mother? Grave of Fireflies Tiny flames consume everything Infrastructure destroyed Infernal windows to the end of the line Burning, Screaming, Lights out II. Keiko-chan City of Death Miles from Ground Zero The River A baby nursing in a blistered mother’s arms A man cradling his eye in one hand A friend trapped under her home A mother, her headless child on her back A neighbor, belly open, intestines spilling III. Keiko-chan, I ran away from my sisters as they called out for help Keiko-chan, disease X Specimen ABC Study for long-term effects of radiation disease 120,000 One day a year Doctor would inspect me It changed after my twelfth birthday Keiko-chan, stand up on stage and take off your gown Wide room with bright lights Doctors, different languages A doctors’ meeting “You’re turning into a woman, Keiko-chan.” Why am I naked? Why do I have to show myself in front of these doctors? Purple spots, hair loss, bruises, swelling I cannot tell my mother, my father No one. I’m alone. IV. August 6, 1945 A war I did not start Mushroom clouds, shock waves stabbed me A Beautiful Invention Genocidal Physics
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