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Feb 2017 · 203
broken and lost pieces
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
The broken pieces of her heart fit perfectly into the holes left behind from the lost pieces of his and everything suddenly felt right and good and it was as if they had always shared the same heart and always known the curves of the others smile and they knew were the other one held the secret kiss they had been hiding and keeping safe until they met the one they had not known was waiting for them somewhere in the stars and over the rainbow and in the deepest lost seas of love where they would both be drowning and ready for the sweet silence of the abyss when suddenly and unexpectedly that kiss would fill their lungs with something more than air and they would not remember a time they had not known or loved one another  impossibly and madly with the one heart made from the broken and lost pieces of two
Feb 2017 · 263
little feet
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
The pitter and patter of little feet turns to the romp and the stomp as our little monsters grow and never in our hearts should these memories grow old
Feb 2017 · 258
days of before
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
Maybe I'm just to ****** nostalgic in this world that can't wait for tomorrow but I can't help but wonder what happened to the better days of before
We're living in a world of tragic mistakes and the corrupt and the greedy and the hateful are closing in and they are receiving thunderous applause form the sheep who can't smell their own slaughter and its the same story of the poor getting poorer as the fat get fatter and fatter with pockets stained with blood and lined with gold and if there's a god what must he think as we shelter hate and **** on love and I look to the stars and pray don't let me be human and cry out please let me come home
Feb 2017 · 201
for you
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
I will be here for you whenever you need and I will be whatever you need and you never need fear that you are alone and if it is silence or solitude that you seek I will be quite and I will be still and my hand will be waiting if you need it to hold in the dark and if it is shelter you seek from the storm you can use my bones and my blood to build a house and a home and my heart will be kindling to keep your fires burning against the clouds full of lightning and thunder and rain and if you fear drowning from the tears that won't stop you can hollow out my marrow and I'll be the boat and the ship until your flood has lost all its rage and if it is a comfort that you need I will carve the kind words that you seek into the stars up above and if it is an audience you need to let out your anger and screams I will lend my ears as a hall to listen and watch your time on the stage and if all you need is something to eat I will find some cheese and some bread or a feast I will find if your hunger needs more and I will cut out small pieces of me and craft a doll to live in your heart so that no matter how close or how far I will always be with you for whenever and whatever you need
Feb 2017 · 218
just a dream away
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
And he couldn't remember if she stole his heart or if he had given it away but he did know it was safer in her hands than caged in his chest and he knew that love had never looked or been so beautifully perfect as it was being held in her hands and the good and gentle grace of her smile was the only promise of heaven he needed to belive in and believing in her was the only thing he found value in on the horizon of eternity and he almost worried it was all just a dream and then realized if it wasn't a dream it may as well not be real because only in a dream could he find someone so lovely to hold his bruised and broken heart and make it feel as if it had never been broken before and he knew no matter how long she stayed he would always love her and she would never be more than just a dream away
Feb 2017 · 181
this is why.
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
This is why we fall in love and this is why we don't and its hard to tell the difference because the lights and shadows look the same and its the things we want to say that terrify us when we're terrified if we don't say them we'll lose the things that make us feel this way and its the silence that hurts the most and its the silence that eases all our pains and we're afraid if we say too much too soon we'll only push the ones we want to hold away and we're afraid if we get to hold the ones we want they will evaporate into nothing more than the dream of a foolish heart and that foolish heart will break and it just feels easier and safer to keep that heart alone and in its cage because it feels like it been bruised and scared and broken too many times and we just don't want to go through that kind of misery again because we've all been in love and we've all been hurt and we've all been excited by the same feeling that also terrifies us and we can try to blame it for all the hurt and ache when we feel that it has left us and betrayed us but the truth is it wouldn't hurt so bad if that were true and life can't be balanced without taking the good with the bad and it isn't always suppose to be easy but the difficult times don't have to be so bad if we can only learn to trust and say it's going to be ok because love is always there and its free for the taking if we just breath it in and fill our lungs and put it all back out there when we say the things that terrify us and when we can give it all for nothing more than the act of giving it all away life gets a little easier and the shadows shift and change and grow smaller and the light reveals the hidden colors and its easier to take the bad when we're trying to do good and it isn't easy to balance but we find the way to work together to get through the difficult days and cold nights and what does our time mean here if not for the time we spend breathing love in and breathing more love out and no heart should live in a cage and this is why we can't stop ourselves when the things that make us fall make us think about why we fall in love and why we don't because we see our hearts are flying fast and free and breathing deep and theres nothing we can do to stop ourselves as once again we our blessed enough to find ourselves falling in love
Feb 2017 · 232
heart of his dreams
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
She lived in the heart of his dreams and was the reason his soul danced with madness
She carried the beauty of eternity and the perfection of love within the magic of her eyes
As he drifted through the silver and pink and violet streaks of her hair
The thought of her smile warmed the air in his lungs and just imagining holding her hand caused his pulse to race
He would fall in love again every night in the moments between sleep and dreams
But she seemed just out of reach and he was helplessly silent as all he could do was watch his soul dance madly in the heart of his dreams
Jan 2017 · 380
a little more...
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Ever since the first night I met you... I knew there was something about you, something that made me want to know a little more...
And I wanted to ask but didn't and my heart sank and disappointed replaced hope and I thought that was that and I wouldn't see you again or have another chance to ask... but then I did and a few times after still but each time  I failed again and doubt filled my head and my heart left without its chance to speak and time and fate did not wait and I thought again you were gone for good and would never know of my hearts ambition to beat for you and only you and I thought that was probably best... and then somehow by chance or fate you introduced your self and voice into my life and still I stayed shy and a little hidden and days moved on and you shared your time and voice and slowly I learned a little more about the something that made me want to know a little more and my shy heart beat a little faster and I found myself falling asleep and waking up with a smile upon my lips as my hearts ambition began to grow for you again...and now that I know a little more about the little more I wanted to ask the first night we met I want you to know about the little more that I think of you every day and the places I imagine you as I dream a little more about the little more... I imagine you sitting on the couch curled close and head laying softly in my lap as we both fall asleep in front of the soft blue glow of a favorite show and I imagine you in the passenger seat of a car late at night to pick up cheese and sourdough and the missing butter we need to bake soft mint green cookies at home and I imagine its not your house or my house but our home and our hands embraced throughout every hour of every day and every minute of every night and I imagine I dream too much and that maybe its too much to ask but its all that I have and you're all that I dream...
Jan 2017 · 293
be loved beautifully
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Don't stay in a house of misery when you can leave and find a home waiting thats filled with love
Don't let ones cruelty cause tears to flow when theres a kind hand somewhere waiting to hold yours during the storms
Don't let the kindness in your heart fight a losing battle against neglect or the magic in your eyes go unnoticed
Your flaws and imperfections are part of all the beauty that radiates from deep within
Your love is beautifully and should be loved by someone who will love you beautifully
Your love and your time are your most precious gifts to share
Don't waste them on those who don't value them as such
And always be true to the wonder and splendor and beauty that is everything that makes you you
Jan 2017 · 342
as necessary as breathing
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
It hasn't even been ten minutes since we last talked and theres a hole in my chest that doesn't feel like its going to stop growing and I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me and how deeply I care about you but the timing doesnt feel right and my self doubts are louder than my hearts voice and I'm scared that its all too much and its all too quick and that my place isn't to win your heart and that you make  me happy in a way thay terrifies me because I can't imagine how horribly it would be to lose this feeling and I want to say more and to let my heart speak louder than my doubts and I can't find that courage and I feel out of place and I just don't want to see a tomorrow without you in it but I'm afraid it seems like this might be a life were we have to say goodbye and hope and know we will meet again in another life in another world in another dream where saying I love you is as necessary as breathing
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
He felt heartbroken
and madly in love at the same time
Knowing every moment
he indulged in the
dreams of her silk scented smile
The deeper the scar would be
and the ache would not fade
for this love would become
the skin and flesh of his heart
even though she would
not feel the same
love for him
Jan 2017 · 297
being in love
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
I dreamt of a dream of a dream  and no matter how many times i dreamt I fell in love with you but you did not fall in love with me so i dreamt and dreamt until I died and then dreamed myself alive and tried in vain again and failed then dreamt of death and dreamt of birth and then dreamt and dreamed of you and love knowing some time and  somewhere in some dream I would fall in love with you and you would fall in love with me and we would be be dreaming the same dream of a dream of finding and falling
and being in love
Jan 2017 · 1.2k
broken piano string
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
She was an old jazz song played on a broken piano string tied to the moon and the scars of his heart
He was the twisted and warped kneck of the ghost of a violin haunting the halls of her soul
Their love was lost long ago in a forest forgotten by time and swallowed by eternity
They both wandered the world never knowing the others name but finding each other every night at the brief moment between sleep and dreams
and they would both hear each others music as it was sewn note for note into the fabric of true love
and they would wake miles and mountains apart and years away and yet still feel the nights song flowing within the pulse of their blood
Jan 2017 · 277
the night and the moon
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
The night removed her clothes and let her stars fall and scatter about and the man in the moon blushed just a little, the same way he did the first time she had kissed him upon the cheek and they had loved each other since the birth of dreams and the beginning of time and yet every time they embraced in the naked truth of love it still felt like two strangers kissing for the first time and the man in the moons heart would beat with the wild youth of a school boy and the night would shyly laugh and giggle and they had never not been in love and would always be the first and last story of love in its beautiful perfection
Jan 2017 · 1.3k
a crown of lilies
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
The thought of her consumed the minutes of his day and his heart smiled and dreamt and painted images of her inbetween the movements of the second hand running in circles around the clock and inside the marrow of his soul her smile sung her name in unison with his pulse and even though he had never held her hand or tasted the sweet promise of nirvana glistening on her lips
and knew he likely never would
he couldn't deny that he had fallen over the edge and over his head and that even  if she never knew how he felt  that she would always walk through the dreams of his heart as a fawn wearing a crown of lilies
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
He fell asleep under the dream of her smile in an amethyst sky and his heart wept as visions and hopes played out like an old black and white movie of a tale of romance and he dreamt of her laughter and her hand in his and late nights cozyed up on a couch doing nothing at all and he dreamt of her finger and his knee kissing the ground and a ring that she would wear while dressed in a gown and he dreamt of her belly and of it swelling in size and of the sound of the pitter-patter of small feet running about and he dreamt of a house becoming a home and a home becoming a kingdom full of kindness and love and he saw it all there dancing in the colors and magic of her eyes and he slept and slept for fear if he woke the dream of her smile would fade and he feared it wasn't to be anything more than a dream of a dream of finding and falling and always being in love
Jan 2017 · 347
on every dream
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
He walked through the night sky and painted her name and a dream and a wish on every star and told every moon the story that he heard while listening to the beat of her heart and he feed every sun a little of the endless magic that he had found in the infintie depth of her iridescent blue eyes and night after night he swam through eternity and gave a small piece of his heart to the song of beauty that reverberated from her smile and throughout the cosmos and he traded the marrow of his soul for a palette and a brush and the secret colors and shades and hues of love and continued his long walk through forever as he painted her name and a wish and a star on every dream
Jan 2017 · 291
the tale of perfect love
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
She was from the silk blue skies of heaven and the velvet soft pink clouds of dreams and her smile was the tapestry stitched to his heart and her lips held the promise of perfect love and he was lost in the black flames of eternity and desire contained in the dark center of her pupils that were surrounded by the soft magic in the gentle blue irises of her eyes and he was falling fast and standing still and all he could do was smile because his emotions were beyond his control and his every cell tingled and vibrated at just the thought of her fingers entwined with his and their palms touching and he didn't need to feel her lips pressed against  his before he knew his heart and love belonged to her and he secretly longed for the day he could hold her in his arms and get lost in her eyes the same way he got lost in her picture dream after dream and he would leave words like little bread crumbs so he could find his way back to the poem he heard beating in her kind heart and its gentle grace night after night and he would listen to the rhythm and flow and dance with the hope that one day he would find the bravery to tell her the tale of the perfect love waiting to be read from her lips and that his humble house would become the kingdom their two hearts would call home
Jan 2017 · 448
the home of her hands
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
He placed his dreams and hopes
in her belly
He stiched his soul into the cracks
and holes of her heart
and he placed his heart in her hands
and all of the love he had ever known
and dreamt of
in the rhythm and flow of her pulse
He knew she was perfect in the way only dreams could be
And no matter how hard he tried
He couldn't convince himself it wasn't all just a dream
And he felt like heartache
was ready and lying in wait
in an empty bed next to his sleeping body
And even if it was only a dream
There would always be a small corner of his lips that would always smile whenever he thought of her
And that his heart would always find comfort and warmth
in the home of her hands
Jan 2017 · 184
the poem of a dream
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Slumber caught him unaware and he drifted towards sleep with a pen in his hand and her image burning in his heart and he found himself half past a dream and a quarter shy of three hours past midnight and he couldn't  stop his heart from falling for the soft light magenta sunset colors streaking through her hair and the iridescent crystal blue of her eyes had the promise of magic and the curves of her lips had a hint of danger hidden in their innocent wonder but even in the poem of a dream he couldn't find the strength to speak or to move in for a kiss and he wanted to tell her how lovely and graceful she danced without moving at all and how the song she sang in silence was the only song he wanted to hear and he wished he could just reach out his hand to hold hers and that if he could just manage that he would never let go and he could just walk through the rest of this dream for the rest of his life and the most beautiful thing would be to watch their two hands growing old while  watching all their little dreams of little moments of small things blossom between the sunset of eternity and the moons of forever and the immortal pulse and flow of love and if just for a moment he could do that and nothing more and just hold her hand in a dream his heart would have found the home it had always been meant to find and then his life would meet his death at the end of the dream of  perfection and the smile of her heart painted in the colors of her eyes
Jan 2017 · 181
"ok"
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
I wonder if  you're "ok" because I see you say you are but I see a different story in your eyes and I've lived the life and lie of the reflection looking back from the dark mirrors standing invisible to everyone but myself and I've said "ok" myself more times than I could count and I know it's just easier to lie than try to explain the noise of everything breaking deep inside and not wanting to drag anyone down to the misery of a weeping heart and the dread long silent walk stitched to the bottom of the feet of a soul that can't find a reason to keep itself alive and I've been "ok" too and I was only a syllable away from a suicide while sitting alone in a car in a heavy down pour of rain with my hands clenching tight to the poison in my lap and my body trembling from the pain of the absence of my heart and a dream shattered at my feet and promises betrayed singing loudly and off key and I couldn't understand how anyone could be so ******* cruel and I couldn't breath through the pathetic flood of snot running from my nose and clogging in my throat and I was "ok" searching for that last syllable for my note and to this day I couldn't tell you why I'm still alive or how and when I got out of the car and woke up in my bed or how "ok" went from a bleeding lie rorting in the bottom of my teeth to being a quite truth to hold against the darkness and to hold myself up and to chasing away the reflection that was never truely mine and that it's "ok" to not be "ok" and if all you need is someone to sit there in the dark and let it be not "ok" for a minute or a day or however long it takes that I'm already there whenever you may need
Jan 2017 · 186
only a dream
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
I awoke from the most wonderful
and beautiful dream
and turned to you to tell you
what I had dreamt
Only to realize that you were not laying there with me
because you had been the dream...
Jan 2017 · 574
every
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
I read because I belive
I write because I hope
And in between the two
When I can
When I have the chance
During the laughter and the tears and the love and the heartache and the pain and the joy and the wonder and the misery
during all of it
every word and every breath and every page and every story and every tale and every poem and every day and every beat of every heart
I try to see that
everything in life
is beautiful
Jan 2017 · 445
butterfly lost
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
It was her beautiful kindess that drew his heart to her like a butterfly lost in a dream and he could see eternity burning in the deep indigo night pools of her eyes and he felt forevers familiar promise seep into the marrow of his soul and saddly he turned away for the fate of routine was bitter sweet and mixed with doubt and heartache and he would give her no less than the sun and the moon and all the stars from the sky and the sea but he had only a lonely heart to offer and he found himself in the always and never
shadows and light of love
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Madness smiles in the mirror
and time is just an illusion
that reflects the dark shadows of the truth
and the only truth that matters
is the song living in our hearts
and all we have to do is listen
and we will see that it is love that
causes madness to smile in the mirror
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Dancing down the rabbit hole
because we have no where to go
Wasting our days pretending to be sane
No time to wonder
No time to play
Always running late as we grind our bones away
It's no way to live
It's no way to dream
So why not leave it all behind
What do we have to lose
besides our minds
And would that be so bad
After the programming of mankind
has penetrated so deep
Leaving nothing but rot and filth
Let's follow the scent of tea and madness
Fall with me as we dance
and dance
Down the rabbit hole
that leads to the land
where we live and play
and dream and wonder
Night after night after
Forever and a day
Jan 2017 · 337
fairy tale soul
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Her beauty was transcendent and heavenly
Her smile lovely and exquisite
Her eyes full of magic and wonder
She was the reason the stars knew envy
And the moon sang of eternal love
And the sun burned with hope
She could drown out sorrow by just saying hello
And she had lifted his spirits and stolen his heart
And he was grateful to have it taken by someone so generous and kind even though she was unawre that his heart now belonged to her
He felt lighter and happier than he had in many years and more so than he ever thought he would again
And it was more than a dream that hummed to him from where his heart had been
It was the song that told the tale of her woven heart and her fairy tale soul and from beginning to end lived the most beautiful love of all
Jan 2017 · 370
unchased
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
She carried tender silken magic in her eyes and it was a magic older than the name of any god and older than time and it was a magic that had been given birth by love and it glistened in the crystal blue shards of her deep eyes and he spent a lifetime of falling in love in the mere moment he first gazed into them and he quickly looked away for he knew if he looked any longer he would be forever frozen in that moment unable to move or breath and as he heard her speak for the first time his vocabulary shrank and his voice grew timid and he barely managed to talk at all his heart blushed and pulse quickened as it recognized the magic instantly as it were a childhood favorite tale being retold and all the characters being brought to life and the sensation of the first time the flavor of chocolate floods an infants mouth and the secret of life that is only unlocked the moment before birth and death and is completely forgotten inbetween the two and though his heart shouted from within his chest he was helpless to watch time steal the moment away and pile the memory away in unfulfilled and unchased dreams
Jan 2017 · 360
the long lost days before
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
She is the poem his heart writes while he lays sleeping in perfect slumber and the sounds of a magenta sky flows with music drifting slow and easy from the rhythmic sway of her soft hair and a gentle warmth rains down from her deep blue eyes sending him ever further down into the ocean of this endless dream and the echo of eternity dripps like honey from her precious lips and beautiful smile and the words of the poem burn into the skin of his heart and the music stays with him throughout the waking hours of the day and he smiles a smile he hasn't smiled since the long lost days before love met heartache and tragedy
Jan 2017 · 234
dreamed of love
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
I awoke in the middle of a dream and you were there writing a story on a white wall in a language I was not familiar with yet I understood every syllable of every word and you wore a long lose black shirt and your left shoulder was exposed and I was instantly seduced by your bare skin and it was then and there that I knew and remembered that it was you and only you and always you that no matter what life I walked through and how far I wandered that wherever and whenever I layed my head down when I dreamed of love I would dream of you
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
She was small like a bird and more beautiful than all the stars stretched out across time soft pink dreams curled and nested in her head and tinted her hair with the colors of a cloud streaked sky at sunset
He felt like a wish walked through the center of his heart the first time he saw her walk past and was sure that she had the smile that had lived in his dreams of love since before he had been born into this life
She was lovely and kind and sweet
He was dull and boring and shy
She was young and vibrant
He was old and grey
Two hearts so close they could see into the others dreams
But he sat quietly
The temptation of perfection would have to be lost to the years of later regret and he folded the paper and the wish that read like a poem and instead of leaving it on the table for her to find he placed it in his pocket and walked away leaving a gentle whisper outside the door in the cool night air hoping she might hear him when she walked out and smile so the stars could see how beautiful and lovely it is to fall in love with a dream
Jan 2017 · 406
woven heart
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Her heart is woven from a fairy tale and he reads it ever night before, during, and after he sleeps
He is perfectly captivated by her and the way she carries the soft pink spots of love in her smile and in her hair
He imagines her kisses are sweet like cotton candy clouds over the horizon of the dying sun
Her face glows with the wonder of the moon and within her eyes dances the secret magic only known to the first star ever born
She is intricate and simply beautiful in a way that is always flawless
There is a hidden story of loss and heartache and hope just beneath her silky white skin
And she shares it only with those who know the language of the first star of long ago
And every night he searches and studies the sky counting the stars
And making a map and plotting a course so that one day he might be in the story he reads woven from the beat of her heart
Jan 2017 · 224
dream well
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
A new year a blank page pretty blue lines in a moleskin notebook or off white in a spiral bound sketchpad paint brushes that thirst for color paint waiting to be poured ink wanting to bleed pens desperate to carve into pulp feet eager to dance music in the silence of the air dreams to scatter and create and time burning to be spent and life is too short no matter how long we live  and every story starts with but a single word and every word with but a single letter and ever journey a single step so why not sing and dance and write and paint along the way and use your days and nights to live well and to love well and to dream well
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
I wish that I could tell you that life gets easier
that its not so bad around the bend
a soft whispered lie
to help you with your struggles
a half felt truth to mend the cracks
a hand to hold out there in the dark
a voice of reason that comprehends
a mirror to hold that reflects
the beauty of what you need most
a love to comfort the sea of tears
you're drowning in
and I would be whatever you wanted
and sink down to your bottom
and be the air to fill your lungs
and be the thread and needle
to stich back all the pieces
you've lost and broken
and flow and pulse within your blood
and be the love that makes
all this misery worth living through
and be the silent truth
waiting around the corner
that's not so bad
and the wish that turns to the reason
of why life gets easier
but I'm afraid that the words from my lips
would only be an illusion
of gun smoke from deaths revolver
as it is death that makes liers
of us all in the end
Jan 2017 · 636
The childish heart
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
The childish heart of mischief and innocence beating with wonder and awe and kindness and magic and soft beauty
Keep it well and keep it always
Don't foolishly let it float away with lost ballons or abandon it like an unwanted kite tangled in the dying branches of an old oak tree
It is the best heart you will ever have and the best heart you will ever be loved by
It is no easy task to keep as the days go by and the years add up
Don't fall victim to the lures of what comes next or to those who insist you must let it go and you must grow up and old
This is not true
Not at all
In no way
And no how
You will age and that is certain
If lucky your body will collect many many years
There is no fighting time or fate on that
But the soul and spirit of your heart is a timeless entity
A will and mind of its own
Half crazy and fully mad
The wild card in a deck full of jokers
The maker of things impossible possible
The final guardian of magic
The last knight of wonder
The only protector of kindness
But it can stray
It can grow old
It can even turn cold
and bitter
and cruel
It is much harder work to keep the childish heart than to give into doubt and disbelief and follow the flow of the normal world around you
And how do we keep this heart
This childish beautiful heart
How do we keep it safe
How do we hold on
We feed it the magic of childhood dreams
And the sweet kindness of wonder
We encourage the impossible
We push it through failure and skinned knees
We let it soar with kites in open skies and dance among cloud high ballons
And most importantly we believe in its love
For there is nothing more important to the childish heart
than believing in its love
Feeling its love
Giving its love
and accepting its love
The childish heart
Is ours to always keep
and it is simple as believing
all though that is very difficult to do
but there is no better life to live
Than the life lived
Protecting and keeping
The childish heart
Jan 2017 · 195
between eternity and dream
Akira Chinen Jan 2017
Let one day the pulse within my chest slow and grow faint until it no longer beats at all and then place my body into the black fires of eternal night and let my body be consumed by flame and my flesh and bones turned to ash and with one last kiss from the lips of death let me be carried off with wind and dust to the twilight blue skies only found in your eyes and let my name fall silent within the pages of history and never be spoken again and in the moments you glimpse between eternity and dream may you see that the beauty of your love will never fade from my heart
Dec 2016 · 253
slow comforts
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
I long for the slow comforts of a dull love
quite late night old movies
driving nowhere under the crescent moon
just to listen to the radio and sing off tune
and just beating the sunrise home
falling asleep as hearts and breaths sync
and eyes share the same old dreams over and over again
eating cereal for breakfast at 6pm
and raiding the 24 hour truck stop at a quater to 3 in the morning
to search for the sweets from our treasured childhood memories
not keeping track of time to visit nostalgia lane and future hopes
laughing at our misery and crying from the joy of dreams fulfilled
sitting still with fingers entwined and palms kissing
smiling like lunatics for no reason or ryhme
hearing I love you with no one making a sound
and years flashing past while hearts beat slow and steady
and nothing changes as nothing stays the same
bodies growing older and souls getting younger
and everday love reminds us
that a life of small moments
and little things
add up to every lasting years
of slow comforts
Dec 2016 · 315
she had a poem...
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
she had a poem where her soul was suppose to be and the pupils of her eyes had been carved out from the black void before the beginning of time
she knew more than any man or woman or god and only ever lost at anything when playing checkers and
tic-tac-toe with children
there was an intricate and gentle song that hummed in the depths of her heart and her blood flood with the slow ease of the last drop of honey from a jar
an unending kindess flowed from her gaze and she was continuously looking for those in the most need
she existed within the fabric of dreams and the horizon of eternity
and the beauty of love was an endless fairytale tattooed along
the curves of her spine
she has walked quietly through your dreams and gathered all the tears of heartache and grief you have ever shed and turned them into stars and moons and wishes of good tidings
she is there everytime you fall in love and and everytime your heartbreaks and it is with strands of her hair that she stiches the broken pieces back together and whispers sweet words of hope to chase away the feelings of despair
and you know her by
a name you will never speak in
a language you will never know
and when dreaming
you can always hear
your heart reading
her poem to your soul
Dec 2016 · 575
the end of her fingertips
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
She is a dream stuck between
a first kiss and a dying wish
an eternity trapped in a moment
and a forever lost long ago
the dried bones of an angels spine
and the dust from a dead humming birds wing
the hidden fire in a dragons belly
and the color of a mermaids breath
the first hairs of a paint brush
and the last drop of paint
the thread that stitches beauty to a heart
and the dull edge that cuts love apart
the keeper of the universes secrets
and the narrator that spills the truth at the end
the blood flowing through life
and the wind that warns of death
the end of time
and the begining of nothing and nowhere
she is and she isn't
and every star and every leaf
knows her by name
and yesterday and tomorrow
live in the space between her eyes
and today is just a dream
she continuously spins
on the end of her fingertips
Dec 2016 · 626
my beautiful little boy
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
Fast asleep I watch him breathe with innocence still soft and pink upon his cheeks
and I wonder what does he dream and where does he go
as he lay in slumber still
does he fly above the clouds as dragon with tooth and claw and fire
or does he play with toys that have come alive with joyful mischief
or does he quest on adventures bold and become the hero who refuses gold
what does he dream
my beautiful little boy
Nine years past and he has grown
in body, mind, and spirit 
kindness and love live inside his heart
and his smile and laughter fills my days and nights with warmth and what a privilege it has been to be the father of such a beautiful little boy
And may the days and years ahead
see him grow wiser and kinder
and may time only age
the skin over his cheeks
and his heart stay forever young
and let him become handsome and daring
and dashing and witty and charming
and let him always remember
no matter how much or how little
he may have he always has enough
for sharing
and no matter how old he turns he will always be my beautiful little boy
Dec 2016 · 353
with beauty and hope
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
Her face held the beauty of a fairy tale untold
and her eyes contained the lost secrets of magic and wonder
and the last colors of dragons fire
tinted the strands of her hair
She walked with the softness of a dream in deep slumber
and was often found mending broken butterfly wings
and saving the lives of bees that had lost their sting
The red blood of life first flowed through her lips
and within their first kiss time was sent into motion
with a tick and a tock
and seconds gave birth to minutes
that grew into hours
and hours changed night to day and day to night
She would whisper bed time stories to stars yet to be born
and more times than not it was often fables
of love and heartache and tragedy
but her words were always kind and gentle and sweet
and in the end no matter how broken the tale may have been
or the number of tears she had shed
the last thing she spoke
and the words at the end
were always overflowing
with beauty and hope
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
Her hair danced with fire and used its color to paint the first wild red red rose
Her face was made of a soft white canvas cut from the dream of a cloud
The first kiss from her lips gave birth to heaven
and the second buried the secrets of pleasure in the devils heart
Her eyes contained the rage of an endless ocean
and the painted skys and stars of magic
and madness
that would one day be called Van Gogh
To see her was to fall in...
To know her was to be in...
For in her soul and flesh and essence was the fabric of
everything that makes love beautiful
Dec 2016 · 281
bottom of a dream
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
I saw you today or maybe it was just a picture or your name in a mirror and I fell again over my head and to the bottom of it all and nostalgia forgot to worry about the pain of longing just long enough to feel bliss and joy and all the little things that count the way towards love and I felt like a school boy with a crush on the most beautiful girl in the world that he would never be brave enough to talk to but still walked home with his feet never touching the ground and I day dreamed of dark swirling Vincent skys and stars and sailing across the endless ocean trapped in your eyes and it was a brief passing moment that lasted an eternity and then you were gone and all I could see was your name in a mirror that held onto your picture I found at the bottom of a dream where I was sleeping still falling into the madness of it all
Dec 2016 · 433
a house to call a home
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
Maybe I just don't know or maybe I just don't got nothing new to say and I know its not my place to worry about people I don't really know and maybe I'll take a train to Tennessee and take a shot of whiskey and mend something thats been broken just so I can watch it fly away and maybe I'll go somewhere north and lay down in the snow and talk to the devil about cold weather and dead souls and maybe he'll send me to Nebraska to fetch a golden truth for a pound of lies and a bridge to London that won't fall down if I walk across it and maybe I'll get tired halfway across and find a talking shark that promises not to bite if I jump into the ocean and have a little swim and maybe I'll dream of drowning as my bones get stuck between its teeth and somewhere in that dream I'll find you waiting and sitting on the branch of a tree at the bottom of the sea and it might not look like much but I'll believe you when you say I finally found a house to call a home if all I do is stay...
Dec 2016 · 829
beautifully broken
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
Why are you so beautifully broken
Why is your soul so cold
When your fire burns blinding white
When your heart beats its wild wings
Where did you come from
Where will you go
Will your name be the same
On the other side of the dream
Will the colors of your eyes be stained
By the absence of grey skies
When the rain says it's last goodbye
And November never comes around again
Will you remember the echo of the steps
You walked with love
In love
Being love
Will you remember all the names
Love whispered in your ear
When its time to close the curtains
On the final act
Of your last dream
And there behind the curtain
Will you find yourself
No longer cold or broken
Will you see you were always
just beautiful
Dec 2016 · 335
wild soul
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
It wasn't the colors of her eyes
Or their shape
Or how they were perfectly framed on a face that was too beautiful for anywhere else but a dream
It was the wild soul inside that swam an endless ocean beneath a dark sky with Vincent stars
It was the way of finding and falling and keeping and being in love all happened at the same time
It was how the longing and ache just felt right
Even if there hands would never touch or their lips would never embrace
And it was all there
All of it
Just spinning madly in her eyes
Dec 2016 · 210
overflow
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
My heart overflows with pain and wonder and the beauty of remorse and the remorse of beauty and wouldn't it be nice if we could just as easily rearrange our memories so that the lives we have lived could be the lives we want to live and I've fallen in love over and over again and it seems maybe unfair to have experienced so much in one life that hasn't seen its end and I worry less about the next time or if there will ever be another such time as much as I worry that there maybe a time that won't be better than the last and whose mouth will haunt my dreams as the kiss I can't forget  and I can only hope that it will be the same pair of lips that gave me my last first kiss right after I fell off the edge of eternity and plummeted madly into love for the last time that felt like the first time I found myself in the pain and wonder of the beauty of a forever without the fear of remorse of a life a had only dreamt I could live
Dec 2016 · 852
illuminated heart
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
Thin black silk veil covers transparent porcelain white skin and an illuminated red heart flutters wildly within
A mouth with the shape and shine of the moon echos with melancholy tears and laughter lost and a touch of lunacy for the dark side of things
She would fake a smile and say she was okay just to comfort her family and friends and it was easier than trying to explain the things they would never understand
She could handle the weight and the darkness and the monsters didn't scare her as much as she scared them and there was pain in every breath on the worse days and numb on the bad days and the good days seemed to pass in mere minutes and it never slowed down the wild red illuminated heart fluttering madly within her chest
Dec 2016 · 217
...if...
Akira Chinen Dec 2016
If only I were him and you were her and she didn't live so far away and we were all too busy to write about and long for love because we were all too busy enjoying its beauty and living in the center of its deepest depths and our thirst never came from a lack of desire and it all turns cliché as I point out that we are only who we are and knowing that still isn't enough to answer the question of who are you but an endless dream of a kiss that I will never receive and I find myself sleeping and napping just to watch it repeat on the walls inside my marrow over and over again and again...
Nov 2016 · 355
hundred kisses
Akira Chinen Nov 2016
A hundred kisses down I would go gently gliding from the soft spots of your kneck sliding over heart and lovely porcelain colored velvet breast one by one my lips savoring every spot  they linger upon as they travel down your abdomen and pause and tremble as I pass your navel and hover in helpless sedation of the seduction of the pleasures waiting to bloom just above and between your thighs and then not even air could take my mouth and tounge away from pressing against your silk and sultry skin and every sweet drop of your nectar wine would be savoured before dancing down my throat and on and on would my kisses go until by shake and quivering your body satisfied and then a hundres kisses more would climb slowly back up with the last one from our meeting lips
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