i wonder what it would be like to touch lips with the mona lisa, parchment paper tasting like olives and old wine. how dare i so much gaze upon those royal crowns when their value is more than i can name-- sailing ships just to catch her name, paddling monstrous waters to merely catch her gaze.
freckles on your skin resembling ancient constellations that i still see to this day, that made me love those stars that gleamed in her eyes looking at me as if i'm her prey.
but there's already an arrow in my heart, i'm begging god to let me fight for her honor a princess in shining armor. only ancient when i close my eyes, you are art amongst the flowers-- please don't float away.
Did you whisper a prayer before the roar of the inevitable end? Should we have listened harder, held you closer, and tried so very much more to persuade your troubled mind not to let go?
I don't know.
You, in all your lightness held me so convincingly in oblivion of your parched spirit. Too many years of despair, I reckon. And too little human affinity found.
I will never know, what drove your final decision to meet the vast unknown. It's terrifying me to think that you felt that was the only choice. But even if I grieve that you will never light up the world with your dazzling smile, gentle touch, or kindness anymore. I see you for the brave and wondrous creature that you are. Brave to live so far. And brave to end it.
Nothing grows now, the dry spell hit this summer hard. And yet... The gentle fragrance of all blossoms linger in the air ever since you took your leave.
Dear angels in the heavens... you have a new sister now. Be kind to her, love her and hold her so hard that she will never again feel lacking.
we were in love and you broke that apart how could you do that to your own daughters heart you're a terrible mother i want you to know you're the one thing that's making me go she did not do it she wants me to stay nothing you do will make this okay so next time i see you don't be surprised when i scream at you and tell you to die
it's about my ex's mom; i don't actually want her to die i'm not that insane
Your voice is a pale yellow, said the boy who Etched colors into sounds. What he didn't say was that her Loneliness dyed it that color, and that mosaics Like her are much more that that; but she can't see herself as art. Only a broken heart sewn together by shaking fingers, Whittling away on a train to somewhere.
Losing herself to the roar of a motorcycle with wings she questions; Are you going to destroy the world? Understandably all he did was laugh in response, but the Girl learned to laugh as well. And she Held on a little tighter.
"As if anyone would just take me away when I wanted them to."
(This is also about Lisa Mishima from znt, but after episode four.)
A smile like the sun on a hot summer day Cracks open the darkness and peeks out from Corners of the dirtied bathroom stall; Other days seemed so hollow that she could Merely be flung into the air like thin sheets of Paper with a gust of wind; but today she Lost herself in a boy who simmered in the pool. In an instant she learned to live. And, when given the Choice, rather than take to the air once again, she Enlisted in his army.
Lisa Mishima. She has eyes like those kids from the institution.
(To understand this poem, 1. Watch at least the first episode of Zankyou no Terror and then 2. Did you notice i spelled a word)