#reflected
Our lunar orphan has but
Reflected light to offer
As does a monolithic orphanage
With cold harsh policies
Being furtively undermined
By beautifully wise children.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
When we sat at that table
the one by the sea and the night
I looked up and caught your eyes
I caught their light full beam
I found a reflection
spiegel im spiegel
mirror in mirror
promising an unending
taking me further
than I had expected.
I'm still transported.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC
Our lunar orphan has but
Reflected light to offer
As does a monolithic orphanage
With cold harsh policies
Being furtively undermined
By beautifully wise children.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
Where did the plan go wrong
was it in our past, our youth
ending up, where we don't belong
yet now long of nail, and tooth
I remember summer days
where we could do no wrong
living our lives, in other ways
on lust and wine, and song
To reminisce and overthink
all the decisions made
realizing the edge, the brink
thus, overflow, the page
Poets scribe mere words
and carve them out of blood
sounds clear, or full on absurd
written in code, or mud
Meanings forgotten
as over threshold breach
realizing our ambitions
were just a little
out of reach
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC
Shinkai understands light and reflective shadow. The flow of nature, pacing, and time. Capturing distances close, with quiet thoughts aloud, while voicing the humble machinations of the hopeful mind. He applies miles of perspective with both rigid and applicable standards, as well as a **** good ability to create the sublime. He is creator and visionary director in detail. And I admire and aspire all such of his kind. That's why.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
Ten thousand lights or more all strung upon the sky.
Have stood there every night as life has passed me by.
Never did they notice me as they stood their constant place.
Never with cause to note the lines that time drew upon my face.
Throughout my every year they have never changed at all.
Their radiant glow never faded upon night-times magic shawl.
They stand exactly where they were on the day I came to be.
And there too they will stand when time draws it's end to me.
My mind has often pondered why stars outlast us so.
And as the sand yet dwindles I wish it more to know.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
I see the sunlight in the trees, the newness of the summer night.
The rich green leaves, fresh cut grass and the threat of autumn. Ever in sight.
And every root and bark and stem is reflected in the builder of my own home.
For it will be a reflection of me, my power, my arms. Finite. Strong.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
I see a little bit of myself in everyone I know
x
But I see so much of me in you
x
I wonder if you see it, too
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC