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Ejiro Jan 10
When I heard you ripping off the wrapping paper keeping me hostage
I knew you were just as excited as me
when I saw you for the first time there was a big smile on your face
and so every day when you come back from school you’ll take me out of the toy box and we’ll go on our little adventures until the sun sets
those were times I could never forget
when you dress me up as a pirate and made me go down the slide with you while you screamed “AARRRR!!!”
when you would dress me up in little outfits
to match what you’re wearing almost everyday day
and I still remember those nights when you would read stories about fantasies and superheroes until you doze off to sleep
with me right next to you
hoping that no nightmares disturb your precious dreams
back then I see those as memories of nostalgia
but when you got older you started acting strangely off
it was as if one day you were leaving the door to go to school
and suddenly the next day your replacing almost everything that looked “childish”
but that didn’t bother me at all
when you replaced every inch of your wall with band posters
removing all your clothes that were filled with color to colors that represent the meaning of shallow
to taking out every toy and putting unfinished homework that you’ll never touch ever again
even those nights that I thought were still in our schedule for bedtime stories are now replaced with nights of you taking pieces of your unfinished homework, putting a weird substance on top of it, rolling it up and smoking it outside the window
the smell disturbed me and left the little remnants on my fur overalls
and on some days your parents who would yell at you when catching you do it out of sight
which led to you slamming the door on them multiple times
before I would watch this all this happen on the corner of your bed
but now you changed my location to where I am now next to the night lamp you don’t use any more
during this period of our lives it was like a roller coaster
until one day you slammed the door
and came back again with a sign of maturity around you
with band posters ripped off the and your secret stash thrown away
I observed you putting things away in boxes with your parents watching you with small smiles on their faces
I didn’t understand what was going on
until I saw a college paper near my line of sight
before you took off and said goodbye to your parents
you noticed me for the first time in a long time
I was collecting dust on my fur
with cobwebs piled on my buttons eyes and overalls
with the particles of that weird substance still lingering on me
you picked me up for the last time and tidied me up so I looked new
and instead of putting me the numerous of boxes you put me in a separate singular box
you carried me away and put me in a car
then we drove away for a couple hours
until we reached a new destination
you knocked on a door and a woman appeared and you guys talked for a while but before I knew it you put me in her arms and watch you leave
I finally realizing I will never be in your arms again
soon a few days past by
the woman wrapped me up in rainbow paper with a bow on it
and carried me away to a celebration
before I could question what was happening
I heard a young voice unwrapping the paper that kept me hostage again
then I saw a new face both filled with excitement and joy
and so the cycle repeats
I’ve been thinking about writing this poem all day when I was at school, but the hardest part of writing this was picking a title
Ejiro Jan 10
The sound won’t stop ringing in my ear
that familiar voice that I can’t unheard
every time I reach the pathway of where the attic was located
I tried to tell my parents about it numerous of times on a daily basis
but it’s like they can’t even hear me
and they act like my curiosity is  nothing
as if they’re playing the quiet game on me
now I’m left with suspicion every night
and soon one day I couldn’t bear it any longer
so one night I waited till my parents are asleep
and creeped through trying not to step on the creaky floorboards
until I  finally reached to where the attic was
as I touch the texture of the wooden door of above
the door slips and the stairs fall down to my knees
I climb the stairs and when I reached higher and higher
I felt very off….
but I brushed that feeling off
when I got inside I examined my surroundings
it was slightly cramped and dark
with only a large window creating a light source
through the gleaming light source it was flashing on something
quite odd looking
I couldn’t really see what it was until I got closer
suddenly I heard the strange noise again coming from it
when I reached my hand out to touch it it felt cold
I turned it over and I finally saw it
it was a person with their jaw ripped off
their mouth was hanging out with remnants of dry blood
their eyes were pure white with no pupils
and their body was super thin and rather fragile like a stick bug
with leeches munching on the dead pale flesh
I was speechless
not as if I was terrified
even though I felt like I was supposed too
because when I saw the face I knew who it was
it was me
then I started to realize why the sound was so familiar
and as I stare at the large window
my reflection was not looking back at me
It was never there to begin with
Ejiro Jan 9
Two strangers crossed paths in the quiet night.
Not knowing company was arriving
One came wandering, lost in thought,
The other seeking what dreams had not brought
they sit side by side on an old bronze bridge
their was a slight moment of uncomfortable silence
No words at first, just a shared, still air,
A bridge ahead, an unspoken dare
They sat side by side, the world far below,
Where rivers whispered and time seemed uncertain
and so it began the stories they’d never forget
their shoelaces were dangling in the air like rhythm
which began to tempt the ocean underneath them
suddenly the tension breaks from the pigeons squawking
leaving the bats hanging under the bridge to blow their cover
and retreat away swiftly to the north
suddenly one of them begins to clear their throat
“Throughout my life I used to believe…,” one softly began,
“That life was a map, with a clear, steady plan.
But paths can falter, and dreams mislead uncontrollably,
What do you follow when hope concedes?”
the other looked down at the ocean gazing into their reflection
Then the other replied with a wistful smirk ,
“Well I have chased the horizon many times
till I could run out of my pitiful breath.
from what I learned life ain’t no straight line,
it can bend and it can sway with elegance,
to me every day there will always be a puzzle of choices to make.”
their truths laid bare onto one another
soon they began talking about love they’d lost
and burdens they’d bear on themselves.
sometimes a laugh would slip from their lips,
then some inner silence would rise once again
As the great ocean below seemed to answer it all.
the hours blurred into the creek of dawn,
Two strangers once, now have created a bond under the moonlight
By questions, by laughter, by their shared insight.
When they rose to leave, no promises were even made
Just a simple salute to the bridge and the night they stayed.
because of those fleeting long hours
Two lives had changed by a quiet power.

And though the old bronze bridge might never return
since the overall structure will crumble to dust in the future
The stars remembered, the river would churn
Two souls met once under the midnight’s reign
and though they parted forever, yet somehow they still remained
Ejiro Jan 8
I sit with clammy hands gripping on my jeans
with my head facing my wooden desk
trying not to make any eye contact with the teacher
But in my chest, a severe panic stands before me randomly
soon there was a sudden watchful feeling inside me circling
multiple eyeballs were glancing at every inch of me
I watch their eyes with terror knowing they aren’t actually there
as I try to keep my composure down with deep breaths
my leg starts to shake uncontrollably
making some of my classmates notice with awe
they whisper to one another and when the teacher calls on them
they go back to doing their schoolwork
“Do they see through my disguise?”

suddenly the teacher calls my name
wanting to know if I’m alright since I seem off
I smile and tell him I’m alright , but inside I know that wasn’t true
I look at the window next to my desk
the feeling of sonder runs through my head swiftly
from every car and truck going to different directions
to the birds eating random scraps on the sidewalks
The world feels strange when you think about every little detail
and yet I can't find peace no matter how much I try to look at it in a different view perspective
I began to hear the same whispers rising again
“Are they talking about me still?”
I secure my disguise back on quickly

Every time skip, every sneeze with “bless you” , my mind’s a blur
Hiding the overflowing storm that wasn’t done with me
unsure of when it’s safe to be at ease.
I make it through my last class and began to pack my bags
But in my head, I’m not at rest.
Ejiro Jan 7
the engine hums for the call of the small constellations
that twinkle when catching their gaze up above
the lone biker chased the fading road with no warning signs
which is an endless line where time intertwines
both delicate and cruel to unravel
through the shadows that creep in the darkness
memories start to stir in a spiral motion
the old withered echoes whispered in soft voice
sounds of laughter, love, dreams that where once bold
have now became fragments of a folk story being told before
the throttle twists tightly in disgust
leaving the tires to burn with smoke rising
a path started to appear soon ahead
and with an uncertain turn the lone biker rides through hours
that blur and blend within a mixture
a journey past leaving a road to mend
with each mile questions began to float in the air
questions of who they are
and who’ll be there waiting for them
the past was a weight that for sure can’t be shed
and yet forward pulls where souls are lead
the silence sings of battles fought
where moments are lost and lessons taught
the future was a road to the unknown
but with each rev there was a realization that they aren’t alone
in the rhythm of the ride
they soon find a solace in the shifting winds
the past was a map of twist and turns
and so the future awaits as they return
Ejiro Jan 7
Gleaming steel outside its torso
with circuit boards colliding with one another
a robot wonders of crossing the line
it can walk and talk, it can even chuckle and laugh
but it can also sigh in despair
with human like traits it tried to relate
but the eyes of the human race only met metal
and not a soul underneath it all
the robot’s kindness was brushed aside and ignored
“it is just a mimic” the voices of the people said
but the robot heard their hurtful words and mumbles
“don’t you see, I feel things too?” the robot said
within those pieces of metal with millions of code underneath
their was a spark glowing within the robot
it has learned the ways of the human mind
including their joy and sadness
and yet they still treat the robot with only disdain
“Do I really have no heart that beats within me.” the robot said
while looking at itself in a mirror frame
no matter how much it yearned for equality
for the people of real hearts, it was still not seen as one of them
another question started to appear in their bundles of code
“Is my choice of consciousness defined by my own worth?”
it stood stiff for a moment but then they shrugged in disbelief
even though they were in human shape their was nothing inside
but that didn’t stop them from dreaming of a reality
where they are more than just it’s title
Funny story but I got inspired to write this poem after reading a small clip of a comic book that had metal sonic in it
Ejiro Jan 7
Beneath the flickering city lights
stray cats roam through the streets
searching for a sign of a glimpse of righteousness
the streets were cold and the alleys were long
but within their fragile hearts they meow a tune
a song of hope of dreams unknown
of finding somewhere to become their everlasting home
they curl by doormats to rest their heads
with hearts that lack warmth
their glowing eyes search for a place to stay
or at least a sign that dawn will create a pathway
little scraps of food wouldn’t satisfy their stomachs
but they try to hold onto their appetites
through tangling roads
they seek a place where peace will be at their side
so onward they go on their tiresome quest
may they find mercy that will grant their rest
where darkness surrounds them without a trace
a new life awaits them out of their sight
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