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Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
As the moon rises
My memory becomes clearer
Standing right here at the dusk
My heart becomes my feelings' mirror.

As the time passes  
The youth in me begins to rebel  
As I approach the midnight  
My pulse rise as well.  

Midnight memories and the moon,
As my eyes shed tears
I sail across the sea of memory  
Walk across the dunes of sorrow
Endure the pain to which there's no recovery.

As I look into the infinite skies
I ask myself and the world within me
"Why do I exist in such a dreadful place?"  
As I look down towards the earth  
An answer bubbles up within me
"Because you have a purpose."  

As the moonlight touch my scars  
They begin to have a melody of melancholy  
A pain felt, a memory recalled and my heart cried...  
As the moon reaches it's peak,  
I realize and feel the very skin I'm wrapped with and the energy it holds.

As the night begins to descend  
I see a shadow of someone lost long ago
Yet strives to find a way back to the soul.

As the sun begins to rise
So does the hope within me
But the world will remain the same  
And so will my memories.
Experiences are something valuable
But nothing teaches me a lesson like  
Midnight memories and the moon.  

-Ikigai Poet
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
When becoming happy feels like Nostalgia,
When there were good old days  
And now the present seems so boring.  
That's when you know you're going down.

What a feeling it is  
When you can feel bees buzzing inside your chest
And feel the stomach turning to stone
Your heart no more beats with an intention to keep you alive.  
That's when you know you're hollow
That's when you know you're going down.  

What a feeling it is
When you spend the whole day sitting  
And staring outside the window,
When you go to bed every night for sleeping  
But your eyes are wide awake.
That's when you know you're alone
That's when you know you're going down.  

- Ikigai Poet
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
My heart is driven by the hymns of selflessness,
The falling sakura leaves touch the strings,
Playing a beautiful melody on shamisen.
I'm resonating,
One with the nature,
My heart beats fifty dying stars a second,
Such is the magic of a heartbreak.
The ecstatic hallucination,
The vicious pleasure,
Raging sanity,
Evaporates.
Become one with reality,
Let your wounds sing the hymn of pain.
-Ikigai Poet
Heartbreaks are often powerful.

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