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254 · May 2018
believing in unicorns...
Akira Chinen May 2018
It was a late saturday night
and you had fallen asleep
on the couch with your head
in my lap
I was watching something on tv
and then it happened...

you farted...

and I smiled...

and I wondered
how did you fit an entire choir
of angels into your ***
because it was
the most beautiful sound
I had ever heard in my entire life
253 · Jul 2016
These mad visions
Akira Chinen Jul 2016
These mad visions
Follow me throughout
My waking hours
And keep my heart
In rapid steps
Of lunatics dancing
As my soul
Cannot stop itself
From laughing
In the truth
Of happiness
I have found
In writting
And whispering
And shouting
These words again
*I Love You
253 · Apr 2017
dreaming of my soul
Akira Chinen Apr 2017
I wake with your name echoing under the surface of my lust and the taste of the dreams of your sin sewn to my tounge and my blood is rushing and hardening my flesh and the temptation is too much to resist and I find your name escaping my mouth in hushed moans and feel you in the tight grip of my fist and pray against my lonely rage to know the pressure of the weight of your grinding hips sliding up and down against my lips drawing out my breath and tounge to part the flower I desperately want taste hidden between the comforts of your thighs and feel your honey drizzle slowly down my throat and find myself in the river of your desires blood where I am being drowned and carried towards the love within your heart and find that your name is the same as the dreaming of my soul
253 · Jul 2017
blood between the stripes
Akira Chinen Jul 2017
Blood between the stripes and bodies hanging
from noose after noose
Death the undefeated champion of war is battered and bruised
And tired of the unending **** heap of man hating man hating man
Black eyes and broken tombstone teeth no time to be weary
DING! DING! another round
after round of billion dollars being burned
By the rich greedy bulging gut
of the industrial machine of profit over life
And paid for by the poor and the lives of their children
And they have it all planned out in their blue prints of our misery
To keep the blue collared dreaming the dream just outta reach
By educating the masses to grow up to be nothing but ***'s
That believe the perpetuated lie and illusion that it is what it is
And we gotta do what we gotta do
in the name of pride and nationalism
Keep the flag flying high at half mass
Because there is a new national tragedy
ever god blessed ******* day
And keep the people high on the newest gadget and tech
Feeding the mindless humdrum of meta-data high resolution
Flat screen buzz buzz rgb dopamine high
To keep us down on our knees and drooling
Begging for more and more as we accept less and less
Of a life of something more that never will be
As we can't beat the fear by dropping bombs
But Han shoot first so what else can we do
But keep the bullets flying
Nothing to worry about as might will make right
And we're number one we're number one
Keep chanting that lie or the almighty dollar might go off and die
And then what would we do if the rich went out and starved
Who would be who in the who of who's best
When we're all fighting over them same bread crumbs
And no one is better than better
And we're all the worst for the worst
And there's no lie left to be fighting for
When the undefeated champion hangs up its gloves
And old glory is covered completely in blood
Then will we realize that under all our flags
We are all just the same
253 · Sep 2016
death and love
Akira Chinen Sep 2016
In death and love we find immortality
And life passes in desperate yawns
and candle light
In the time in between
253 · Aug 2019
tired...
Akira Chinen Aug 2019
I wonder what it is...
what keeps the heart beating...
where does it find the will...
despite the pain...
despite the hollow...
how does something so broken...
function without fault...
without hesitation...
how does it keep us alive...
against our best efforts to not be...
shallow breaths drowning in our lungs...  
nothing but ghostly echos in our footsteps...
a longing to return to dust in our marrow...
and yet...
the heart beats on...
words buried under whispers...
silence the only thing that roars...
white noise lost in our eyes...
but the heart keeps going...
despite the empty...
despite the heavy...
keeping us alive...
and I’m so tired... ...
exhausted...
from this beating thing inside my chest...
from caring too much...
from not caring enough...
from dreaming...
from not dreaming...
from believing in something more
while watching it all
turn to something less...
and I wonder...
how much longer...
can the heart beat...
before it feels...
all that hollow...
all that heavy...
before it feels tired too...
252 · Jun 2016
Painted words
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
Forevers flower
In full nocturnal bloom
Your hair of crimson flame
Across the endless oceans blue
But your floral petal scent
Still fills my lungs
And lasciviousness
My broken heart museum
Crumbled and burned to ash
As your seeds
Of dreams and hope
Have painted
Inside of me
These words
With every breath
I yearn and must say
*I Love You
252 · Apr 2016
Home It Can Never Be
Akira Chinen Apr 2016
Home it can never be when you're across the sea
My hearts flown off to you
And there's nothing I can do
Lonely beneath the moon
Wanting only you
Home it can never be when your hands are in a far off land
My dreams have run to you
Leaving me blue alone under this dying moon
Longing to sit with you
Home it can never be when you're not filling my empty arms
My wishes would die for you
And I would pull down this fading moon
And cross the sea
And find the land
Where I would find you
And then at home
I would always be
252 · Jun 2016
Starry Night
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
Meet me at the midnight of the
Eternal hour
And walk with me through the
Infinite loops of love
Where you will find my heart burns
Endlessly
For your eyes of
Vincent blue
Become my
Starry starry night
Where our love will outlast
The sands of time
252 · Jan 2018
some made up thing
Akira Chinen Jan 2018
Free your bones from your flesh
and find what you are looking for
is looking back at you
for in what pool is your reflection
nothing more than dream and mist
and if you aren’t what you dream
then what are dreams to you
what made up thing
does your heart beat for
what lives in your every breath

      inhale

           exhale

just a small piece of eternity
except for when we dream
we can last forever
if only in a stream
of consciousness unknown
two koi fish in a bowl
swimming around the sun
no man made by god
and no gods made by man
only the womb of things to come
waiting to spill forth and flourish
in fields of forest dreams
and mountains to hold the sky
and oceans of salt and stars and seas

if only in a dream
to break the silence and the solitude
of the nothing of before
before our bones hid beneath our flesh
before our soul took home in our bones
before we were anything
but a dream lost somewhere
in the heart beat of some made up thing
trapped in bones buried beneath flesh
unable to breath or dream
251 · Aug 2016
Painting
Akira Chinen Aug 2016
I want to paint you into my arms
And stop time with a gentle whisper
We would kiss beneath the glow of fires at eternities horizon
Love would travel from my pulse into the beat of your heart
And my heart would know the pleasure of only beating for yours
Your soul would be the colors dripping from my brush
And my breath would be the brush gliding gently over your skin
Our hands would never part
And our kiss would never break
On this canvas of Forevers skin
As I paint you into my arms
251 · Apr 2015
To Be A Cat
Akira Chinen Apr 2015
To be a cat in your lap
To have your gentle hand
  brush against my head
To spend my days under
  your watchful gaze
To live nine lives on earth
  as if in heaven and purr
    endlessly
250 · Jul 2019
day after day
Akira Chinen Jul 2019
we are just insects trapped
in crystalized amber
unable to move away from today
broken clocks strapped to our wrists
believing in something that doesn't exist
forty hours a week to survive
the illusion we've made out of life
blood and bones worth less
than the cogs in a machine
pointless spinning in circles
hamsters on the wheel
rats safe in the maze
happy to fight in a cage
over scraps of cheese
waiting for our beds
to become coffins
we sleep with lies in our hearts
afraid of our reflection
as it still holds onto
the last remnants
of a dying dream
what a monster we've allowed
the new american way to become
a false ideology
only ******* and breeding
to keep the all mighty dollar alive
love only a mask
and an excuse to avoid
the feeling of loneliness
as we become more
and more alone together
no one is left with the quite desperation
to walk the path less traveled
as we move like pawns
one square at a time
chasing the carrot on a stick
that will only lead us
to our death beds
with nothing more than a chest
empty of anything but a few crumbs
and like insects we crawl along
a moebius strip that only leads
to us repeating today
day after day
Akira Chinen Nov 2020
she handed me back my heart
without making eye contact
there was still a tenderness
in her fingertips
an unspoken apology
for letting go
a slight quiver in her voice
carried the words
that pierced through
the hollow of my chest

the tale of our forever
abruptly ended
the chapter cut off mid-sentence
the remaining pages left
longing for the echo of words
waiting to bounce back
from eternities edge
for any words to break
the uncomfortable silence

I cracked and I crumbled
until there was nothing left
but rubble and smoke and ash
and a pain as heavy
as it was empty
a pain that stretched
from the weak tremble of my heart
past the unknown year
of my inevitable death

I don’t remember much
of the pain in detail
or how sleepless the nights were
how bad the dreams got
I remember it hurting in a place
I believed it would never hurt again
hurting in a way
I never thought would go away
a hurt I never thought
I would be able to live with

time passed slowly burning
what would never be again
her ghost was on every corner
in every line
in every car at ever stop light
my body kept going
through the motions of life
but I was...

I was...

I really don’t recall
what or who I was
some fraction of who I use to be
and nothing of who
I thought I would become

eventually I flew out
to visit my parents for four days
to try and regroup and recollect
and rebuild and distract myself
those four days turned
into a week and then a month
and the idea of going back...
back to where both she
and her ghost lived...
well...
the month turned to years
and those years are still pilling up

I tried drinking
no....
I drank
I drank a lot
the days became blurs
and it stopped hurting
on the nights I couldn’t recall
or remember
but the pain was still there
still empty
still heavy
when my blood
was absent of *****
and my head full of longing
for the things that would never be

and time crawled

I fell in love with a new face
a new heart
and it was wild and turbulent
and short lived
and another hand reached
into my wreckage
and pulled out my heart
and held it for a moment
and it felt like love
and we played pretend
until one day my heart
was handed back again

and I remembered
the tender touch
of an unspoken apology

and life went on
and it hurt
but the hurt wasn’t the same
the pain was different
not quite as heavy
not unnecessarily empty
it bloomed in
the shape of lilies and orchids
and the air smelled
of a lost love
that wasn’t lost
and I breathed in
and exhaled

I opened a book
I once thought had ended
and I started to read the next chapter
that picked up mid-sentence
and love was still there on the page
though different
somehow farther away
and yet still deeply rooted
in the pulse and rhythm
of the blood living and flowing
in the chambers of my heart
Akira Chinen Aug 2016
There was something about her smile that told him they would kiss beneath the moon
Her lips held the promise of paradise and her tounge was laced with honey
He already knew the warmth and silk of her ******* as they stood shyly before one another
The taste of heaven was waiting with the poem yearning to be written between her legs
Her soft folds would be the paper and his mouth would be the pen
Their blood held the secrets of ink
And their souls burned with the colors of lust
They stirred cold whisky and exchanged hinted glances throughout the night
As the minutes melted into hours and their breathing fell into sync
She took his hand and lifted her dress just a little
He could see the stars of her blanket and feel the magic within her sheets
And before he could blink he was lost inside her universe
And the moon watched the kiss that slowly undressed their souls
And they felt magic and madness unfold in their hearts as they tangled their limbs blindly
And the night sky listened to their soft moans and frantic pulse
And shuddered as they both wrote with gentle whispers the last words
To the poem waiting between her legs
249 · Aug 2019
something...
Akira Chinen Aug 2019
is it something sparked
something found
or is it just
a passing thought
a fleeting urge

a rumbled hope
a trembled touch
a lost soul
in need of love

or is it a dream
of wickedness
a hunger
from desires flesh
to explore the forbidden
sins of lust
249 · Sep 2015
What will..
Akira Chinen Sep 2015
When dreams are trapped
  in silence
With no light
With no hope
With no way to sleep
What will become
of death?
When death has nothing
left to live for
No one to care for
No suffering to end
What will become
of love?
When love has nothing
left to die for
No time for desire
No storms to rage
and stir its blood
What will there be
left to dream?
249 · Apr 2016
Come to me...
Akira Chinen Apr 2016
Come to me
On those cold and sleepless nights
Come to me by star
Or moon
Or dream
Come to me
When the silent screams are
Too much weight to bare
Come to me by whisper
Or song
Or unsaid words
Come to me and take
My shaking hand
Sooth my trembling heart
Come to me by ocean
Or bird
Or tree
Come to me and paint
The sky with
The wishes
The hopes
The dreams
The longing
Of your heart
Come to me by poems
Lost and dead
And buried
Come to me by kisses
Never shared
And missed
And lonely
Come to me by
Picture haunting
And alluring
And
Of
You
249 · Jul 2018
the unwritten
Akira Chinen Jul 2018
Silence is the song
of all that is beautiful
beyond the need of words

it is the light of knowing
the color of your heartbeat
in the dark of a soundless room

its the feel of everything untouchable
pouring over the song playing
in our bones

its the unwritten parts
of the fairytale
that gives away the secret
of knowing
when love is real
248 · Feb 2017
end of the universe
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
The saddness I have seen and felt in life
Could fill a library with tales of woe
But if I wrote down the ways in which
My love for you has made the world more beautiful
I would reach the end of the universe
After writing a poem on every star
And not be half way through writing the fairy tale of all the magic
I found in you
248 · Apr 2019
misspelling my name
Akira Chinen Apr 2019
sometimes I spell my name wrong on purpose
hoping to accidentally discover who I really am
who I use to imagine I was suppose to be
or maybe just who I use to be
back when believing in love and magic
was as easy as breathing

back when breathing was easy

back before I needed
to keep a feather in my copy of Peter Pan
to book mark chapter 13
to remind me that love and magic
can only be as real as I believe them to be

because lately its been hard to believe in anything
I want to believe
there is more good than bad in the world
more light than darkness
more beauty in the truth
than just its ugly reality

more kindness than cruelty
more generosity than greed
more miracles in daily living
and not just the tragedy
of meaningless death
after meaningless death

but I have lost count
of the slogans piling up behind the hashtags
and I struggle to remember the names
of all the victims of all the senseless violence
spilling out from all the blind hatred
beating wildly in this world
that seems to be losing its way

and I wonder if I am even human
because if anything human
can be so blind to all the pain
and all the poverty
and all the hunger in this world

if anything human
can have nothing but apathy
to the needless suffering inflicted
by the social inequality
that plaques any minority
by the masses of *****
that make up the majority

then why
tell me why
would anyone with a heart
anyone who can still believe
in love and magic
want to be human

if being human doesn’t mean
to be filled with love and compassion
to have the kindness and generosity of our hearts
flow freely to and out of our hands
to any and everyone that needs help

to anyone who needs shelter
from the cold and unforgiving gaze
of hate filled eyes
to anyone that needs something more
than just food to **** the doubts and ache
stirring in their bellies
to anyone who just needs a moment
a brief moment
to know they are not alone
that their fight to survive
isn’t a battle they have to fight alone

if being human isn’t meant
to help one another
then what is it?
are we all just out here misspelling our names
hoping to become anything
but what we really are
248 · Mar 2017
the magic and madness
Akira Chinen Mar 2017
whisper that you want me
I need to hear these things too
tell me that you love me
without using a word
ride the lighting coursing through us
as our bodies tangle into one
your soul slides into me
as my sin becomes part of you
part your lips and peel away my flesh
explore the dark places
underneath this lust
as we commit these ***** acts of love
grind bone and skin and time
and watch eternity take pleasure
in what you do to me
as with my fingers here and there
I become one with you
burn the fires in my pulse
with the tounge of your kiss
and guide my mouth
to stain the garden of stars
under your skirt
and in the folds of desire
between your thighs
crack the bones of thunder and my ribs
and take my heart as yours
and leave the magic
and madness of your name
in its place
and become the only prayer
of love and desire
to live in my blood
and become the only air
my lungs can breath
and I'll tell you that I love you
without making a sound
and I'll tell you that I need you
if you want these things too
Akira Chinen Apr 2017
Ride me like a comet crashing through heaven and eager to sin in hell I want to tangle and twist and grind in and out of you on and under  every surface on earth and watch the world burn under the fires of our love and we will become the stars that dream in waves crashing against the eternal night beating deep within our hearts and our souls will become the seas and oceans that drown the lust of our flesh and set our bodies to flames to burn and melt into one and become the truth of the passion of desire living inside our blood and we will flow along the river at the edge of eternity and fall endlessly where time both begins and ends and we will become both the life and death and birth of love
248 · Mar 2015
life and love
Akira Chinen Mar 2015
The values of life
And the lessons of love
Always arguing
Always tugging
Always warring
Love always pushing to take a risk
Life begging to think of good sense
Love asking what is lifes worth
  without love
Life saying love is only pretend
Flinging mud back and forth
Lessons of life
And the value of love
Always yelling
Always screaming
Always shouting
Life begging for something more
Love pleading not to break
Life saying love is just a *****
Love saying life is just a bore
Love and life
Life and love
247 · Jan 2017
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
247 · Jun 2016
An open book
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
My heart an open book
In your hand
To do with as you please
My soul in both darkness
And light
Will follow wherever you may go
My body will make
Whatever sacrifice
To either your
Sinful lust or needed love
You live in all my dreams
And blood
Haunting every beat
Of my heart
And every step
My feet do take
And I am consumed
By both burning flames
Of love
And fires of desires
Lustful kiss
Yet no action
Of mine would be
Satisfied if at
End of day
They failed to
Bloom warmth
Within your heart
And at least
A small smile
To your lips
My only need
To tend your wounds
And praise the
Wonder and magic
Of the endless ocean blue
Always swirling
In your eyes
My love for you
Will never end
As you can read
From this book
I have placed
Within your
Hands
247 · Apr 2017
feet
Akira Chinen Apr 2017
I was never so alive as when my feet watched my body tumble and fall and attempt to dance on stage
247 · Aug 2019
here..
Akira Chinen Aug 2019
do you ever feel like
you need someone to hold you...
just hold you down...
just so you don’t fall up into the sky...
away from here...
here...
where you’re so desperate
not to be anymore...
here in all the heavy...
all this sorrow..

here...
where hate spreads
at the squeeze of a trigger
a storm of bullets
where bodies fall
that will not get up again

here...
where love crumbles
and the grieving
don’t get to catch their breath
before they find themselves
grieving again

here...
where the pain is everywhere

here...
where you just want
to let gravity go
and leave all of

here...

behind as you fall
into the sky
246 · Dec 2020
sleep
Akira Chinen Dec 2020
as children we believe
there are monsters
under our beds
as we become adults
we start to hide our dreams
beneath them
until most of us forget
we ever had dreams at all

tell me
how many nights
has it been now
that you have slept
without getting any rest

being tired all the time
may have become the norm
but that doesn't make
it a healthy habit

wouldn't it be nice
to dream again
to play with the monsters
under the bed
to finally get enough rest
so you could sleep
truely sleep
246 · Nov 2017
paradise and wonder
Akira Chinen Nov 2017
My heart was lost until I found the paradise
woven into the wonder of your eyes
and the dark spheres they surround
painted with the endless colors of the night
and I was frozen in their warm velvet gaze
and entangled in the dreams
laced throughout your porcelain cream skin
and the perfect elegant curves of your form
and your smile would make
the devil blush and stutter
and the soft touch of your lips
would cause the stars to spill out poetry
and prayers made from flame and seduction
and I can only weep to know such bliss
to see you dance under moon
and sway like a serpent that hypnotizes
to charm its prey and steal its soul and breath
and I am helpless as an infant
and I hunger to taste your lavish breast
to feel you pulse push against my tongue
and your heart beat in my hand
what heaven could learn
if it took a moment
and spent eternity
in the paradise and wonder of your eyes
245 · Mar 2017
something I just don't miss
Akira Chinen Mar 2017
I don't miss ******* that much
Every now and then, sure
What I do miss is the slow anticipated and hungery kisses
Teeth sliding over the skin and bitting here and there
Knecks bending just right and backs arching as bodies half writhe out of clothes
Eager hands gripping flesh and pushing clothes just far enough out of the way to let impatient mouths go to work
Fingers sliding and parting through heat and moisture for the first time to read reaction and translate movements of pleasure
And letting kisses grow fierce and reckless from mouths to bodies and mouths again
All while four hands start to feel like twenty and its all just a blur of exploration and lust and faint hope that love will be found somewhere in these tangled limbs
Because without that hope all it is is ******* and that's something I just don't miss
245 · Aug 2019
heartstrings
Akira Chinen Aug 2019
was she plucking
at his heartstrings
or was it something deeper
or just something lower
a hunger he forgot to feed
a desire
a longing
a sinful intervention
from his melancholy

was it the color of her lips
or the curve of her smile
the wet scent of her hair
or the soft skin of her neck
that drew his attention
to dreams of lust

or was it the play of words
that set the stage
of his imagination
to a fairy tale
of tragedy and love

was it all
just fabrication and myth
a vain attempt
to mask loneliness
as perfume and poetry  

to hide tears that reeked
of heartache and desperation
hours of solitude disrupted
by an ugly sob
a boy lost in the labyrinth
of broken man

as she plucked
at his heartstrings
was it the slow dirge
of a funeral march
or was it a song of redemption
she played from his heart
245 · May 2017
in eternities eyes
Akira Chinen May 2017
She was the only peace he found while sleeping and he was only a dream made up in her heart and they could only whisper I love you in the moment between death and birth and on rare occasions through their separate lifes they would see eachother on the other side of the looking glass smiling in the reflection of a soul lost in the colors of madness in eternities eyes
245 · Jun 2017
love smiles
Akira Chinen Jun 2017
I've known love
I've bathed in its blood
I've drowned in its seas
I've been lost in its oceans
I've been stranded alone on its shores
I've been broken by its beauty
I've danced naked and mad in its lust
I've shared its secrets
I've told its lies
I've held its truths
I've been tied down to its bed
I've been kissed by its moons
I've burned within its flames
I've painted its name in languages unknown
I've ripened and rotted on its branch
I've died in its arms
And I've lost love
And I've cursed love
Only to find it
Smiling playfully
Inviting me to know it again
And I see it
In the color and magic
Of the stars
Spilling out
From the fabric
Of the dreams
Swaying in the wind
And crashing in the waves
Of the oceans
And the skies
Of the beauty
In the intricate illustrations
Of the story of your soul
245 · Mar 2017
closed eyes
Akira Chinen Mar 2017
She was an eternal dream outstretched walking among the mortality of flesh and if you look into her closed eyes a moment too long you'll be trapped in a dream where you'll forever be falling in love
245 · Dec 2017
the first poems
Akira Chinen Dec 2017
One was the god
of milk and honey
and the other the god
of lust and love
and when their lips meet
and tasted one another
the sky cracked
and spilled out thick dark colors
of love
and stars blushed against the night
and the ocean filled
with tears of sin forgotten
and in the sound
of their hearts beating hard
beneath their fragile ribs
came songs of thunder
and illustrations of lighting
that painted their skin
with electricity
and wrote the first poems
of pain and blood
and in the wake
and space of their lips parting
the truth of beauty was born
244 · May 2016
Walk with me
Akira Chinen May 2016
Lay down by my side
And fall in this dream with me
Walk with me through the garden
You have planted in my soul
Listen to the music
You have caused my heart to sing
Look into this sky
High above the clouds
The sun that is smiling and laughing
Is from the light of your soul
Every flower blooming
Every vine and every tree
Every breeze dancing and kissing
Every leaf and petal and stem
All came from the beauty of everything of you
Lay down by my side
And fall in this dream with me
Take my hand
For you have already have my heart
My breath stolen
My soul mad
Waiting in this dream
For you to
Walk with me
244 · Jul 2018
the king of violence
Akira Chinen Jul 2018
Happy is the king
who keeps
the rivers running red
without ever getting
blood on his hands
244 · Jun 2016
Luck
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
I've always been the guy
Who gets all the luck
The luck of the rabbit
Missing a foot
244 · Feb 2017
midnight ballet of dreams
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
She appeared flawless like a midnight ballet of dreams and he dreamt of her laughter felling the years ahead and he dreamt of the joy of children growing in her belly and the glow she would have those nine months and his heart ran wild and fast and it painted dream after endless dream of her beauty and spun tale after tale of her kindness and magic and he wondered how he loved anyone before and how could love ever be as perfect as he now felt it and it was all just a dream and a hope of things he never expected to happen or to come true and he didn't need any of them to because he had already done the most beautifully perfect thing he could do by falling impossibly and flawlessly and madly in love with her
Akira Chinen Aug 2017
The first star was pinned to the sky
and it bleed a song that dripped
the first words of blood and loneliness
and pooled and gathered into seas
of poetry and night
and painted dreams of wings and flight
and butterflies flickered in the flames
of the fires burning at the beginning of time  
and across the horizon
of an endless ocean that swallowed eternity
where fishes swam around the infant hands
of love that reached up and cooed
a lullaby filled with stars singing
a song to the first star
that hung alone in the sky
Akira Chinen Aug 2018
Teach me the comfort of sleep
and the art of dreams
and lull me to slumber
in your arms

give me the smallest amount
of your love
and I will hold it
most delicately
and keep it warm and snug
inside my heart

until time fades away
from eternity
and eternity lets go of
its infinite horizon

and the last and first gods
take their final bow and breath
and give themselves
to the fables of death

and even then
in the void of everything
that once was
and will never be again

I will stay alone
and keep your love safe
past the time and tales
of gods and eternity
243 · Jul 2016
Kiss of time and death
Akira Chinen Jul 2016
Time waits for no man
Cherish each moment as if
Death will kiss you next
242 · Aug 2019
all of it
Akira Chinen Aug 2019
Life is a beautiful vicious cycle
of love and pain
and I want to feel it all
let me fall when I fal
let it be terrifying as hell
let it make me tremble
from the first time
my fingers brush hers
to our first kiss
to our last kiss

and when it ends
let the pain break me
let me grieve my dead heart
and all its broken pieces
let me cry hard
and long into the night
let me be sleepless
and dreamless
fill me with despair
let me wish to forget my name
but never her smile

and when I am whole again
when I stitch myself back together
when I can breath again
let my breath be stolen
one more time
let me find love again
bigger than the sunrise
fuller than the moon
holier than the first god
and more alive than the last one

let it shake me until my bones are dust
and I am nothing but a shy
and quivering heart in a new palm

and if it ends again
let me break as never before
let me grieve as I did
the first time I was broken

pathetically and dramatically

let me feel it all
all of the beautiful pain
the vicious cycle of love and loss

why else are we here
if not to weep
if not to crumble in rapture
if not to feel it all
all of it
242 · Jan 2016
star
Akira Chinen Jan 2016
The sky has one more star tonight
And the moon is a deeper
shade of blue
And the world mourns
A man, a legend, a myth
That will surely outlive us all
242 · Feb 2017
to laugh and love again
Akira Chinen Feb 2017
Im tied to the anchor of a dying hope and drowning in a sea of grief that isn't mine and I would drink all the waters of the ocean to make more room for your tears and you never have to know that its me singing to the moon and praying to the falling stars in the sky for you to catch your breath and  find the strength for your heart to laugh and love again
241 · Jun 2018
immoral cowardice
Akira Chinen Jun 2018
Let no law
let no pride
come before your ability
and your decision
to feed the hungry
to shelter the poor
to protect the helpless

to turn your back away
to bow your head down
to be purposely blind
to those in need of help
is as immoral
as it is cowardly
241 · Aug 2016
Maybe...
Akira Chinen Aug 2016
Abandon love and give into lust
You will do the same damage to your soul
Without the unnecessary stench of heartache
And once you learn to stop feeling guilt and remorse
You might even enjoy it
At least as much as ******* anyway
Its a sick cruel world
You may as well get your quarters worth
Out of this miserable never ending merry-go-round
You don't have to pretend to be happy
You don't have to hide your tears
Cry through the bad days
Drink down the good nights
Nothing lasts forever
Not me
Not you
Not in this life
Not on this planet
Maybe in the next
Maybe in the every after
Maybe in love
Maybe...
241 · Jun 2016
One, two, three
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
I'll drink a round for the living
I'll drink two rounds for the dead
I'll drink three rounds
For all the ones
About to become new dads
For you its all about to change
And change to the very best
You will soon find there is
Nothing better than
Holding your child
To your chest
Happy fathers day to all past, present, and future dads
241 · Jul 2017
words of sin and poetry
Akira Chinen Jul 2017
Strip me of my clothes and inhibitions
and push me through this dream
and crashing down upon your sheets
and whisper in my ear "**** me"
until we *** words of sin and poetry
that stain the windows of our souls
and then bend over in front of me
and show me how beautiful
***** lust can be
give me that kiss that draws blood
and leaves your mark
and bury my head
where your soft folds hold my only oxygen  
and tease my life with your hands
and tempt my death with eager lips
raise me up and throw me down
leave me breathless on my knees
whisper it again
and make all the stars go out
give me both life and death
in that moment before
we come tumbling back down
and all that we can feel
consuming us entirely are
words of sin and poetry
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