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the bar was dark cave.

Dixie sang a song
and I pretended
she was singing to me.

two amateur fights,
2 black eyes
and a broken nose.

(and i couldn't get the silly grin off my face.)

"there is something beautiful
about the fall

to the canvass," I tell her,
"the sweet dreams only of you."

Dixie shook her head,
"why do you fight
when all you do is lose?"

"if you don't fight
you've already lost."

Dixie said I was crazy
and i scared her.

"but Dixie
you are my only friend.
we'll pull the stars down from the sky,
set the wicked night on fire."

Dixie tried hard not to,
but she smiles.

and there is something graceful
about the fall, golden leaves. the brevity
and the cooling air

and the nights we had by the lake.

a silent embrace...her warmth lingers against me,
a quiet tenderness beyond touch
and all we knew was a timeless "now."
 Apr 30 pilgrims
fish-sama
Conquest.
Soldiers need release.
80 years ago, I,
young lady, Chinese,
would've been a slave—
thrusted deep in the front lines
rotting bodies,         disease, and knives
inside me.             I am
the evidence they must hide.

Lucky me. I watch Japanese TV
and music and teens. I love
Japanese novels and Japanese comics
and Japanese history. Lucky me,
two-thousand-twenty-five,
age fifteen, Chinese.
Comfort women, most commonly from Korea, China, and Southeast Asia, were forced into s_xual slavery to "comfort" Japanese soldiers during the war. They were often sent to the front lines, treated incredibly harshly, and massacred at the end of the war to hide the evidence. I'm not supporting hate towards Japan. The government has already apologized and paid reparation to the comfort women hurt during World War II. This shows humility and is a good example of how atrocities during war should be dealt with. This poem was just a thought I had while studying history and visiting World War II museums.
 Apr 30 pilgrims
fish-sama
To be human is to live with a profound
Meaninglessness in the things we do
Every other twitch every thought everything we learn
Or enjoy or love or find cool does not
Contribute to our survival. Cartoons, pleasures,
Work, school, beauty - This is
What it means to human, these confusing action
Void of purpose unless otherwise
Justified by an outside source or by a long term goal.
But thinking about meaninglessness is also
Meaningless it is not a new or important thought
In fact it hinders my drive to survive and I
Would like to turn back time and take back this minute I used
To think useless thoughts before my approaching death
Please. Ecclesiastes says it well: I personally
Find no meaning in life unless the outside source of
The Christian God exists and loves me
And there are too many testimonies and history
for me to amount it to random chance so I guess
I commit philosophical suicide and
Somehow I am human and believe not in
Meaninglessness.
It’s intentionally structured like a rant.
A position of love and
     comfort,  attended.
        Long, before the
           spoon, invented.
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