Katamari poems on Hello Poetry

nojak Aug 2014

katamari

delicate rituals of analytical loathing:
i unravel myself.

pick away shattered shimmer from cheek
wipe black magic with soiled cloth
rip undeservedly piece by piece
torture inconsistency over inches or miles of skin.

reconstructed with artificial spice,
i am a new girl, i am new features,
i am the new model.

my eyes open under saltwater
and so i sink or soak in seas of otherness
but i am fresh, like forming flesh
if flesh were sequined and stitched.

roll, bite, pick up habits, dirt, memory, fight
just to affix and roam on
i must be a big O, a filthy lost prince,
a katamari girl, never pleasin' no one.

you ever think about yourself and realize you've got opposing opinions

Sjr1000 Jan 2014

Katamari

Imagine yourself
a ball of wax
falling through
a cosmic crack
a ball of steel
both reflecting
and holding all that's real
part of a parade into a cave
chanting about monks
who in their trunks carried enlightenment
too light for longing
too heavy for moving
and there you stayed
what
would you really want to say?
And would it matter anyway?

Imagine yourself
a ball of wax
falling through a cosmic crack
a tiny Katamari
calculating
as you rolled along
picking sticking
lawn chairs, Chevrolets
dancing flames
poets in their heyday
accumulating
distant ideas
lover's lips
and strangers kiss
all kinds of suffering could stick.
Could you find your way home
or is this all you've ever known?

***** of wax could be real,
manufactured ideals,
splendid ribbons of illusions
unwinding and weeping
teaching taking talking twisting
through those cosmic cracks splintering
Relax
This is a a relaxation exercise after all.
Imagine your self a ball of wax
falling through a cosmic crack. ..

Katamari is/was a video game in which a small ball rolled along getting progressively bigger and picking up everything it rolled over. Dedicated to the infamous Masked Sleepy Z who is going through his own life changes and loved this poem; along with Katamari a game we played together.

amanojaku Apr 2013

katamari girl

i'm unraveling myself too perfectly these days
i pick away the shattered shimmer on my skin,
lay my battered angel wings down to sleep, i
wipe the black magic away with soiled cloth,
rip off dresses i don't deserve,
pinch every wrong answer on all miles of this skin

tummy plastered with cut up magazine dreams
legs so languidly hung, drenched in heavy wishes
hands eternally full of more to roll in, more to soak up

i beg the outside one to peel her face off of mine,
twist the hair on this head till the scalp bleeds,
let out the bitter girl
made so haphazardly of littered leftovers

bits and pieces of consciousness perhaps not a true finished piece

Justin S Wampler Nov 2020

Katamari season

Hey hey a deluge,
Wash it all away,
Then when the snow comes
I'll roll it all up.

I'll roll it all up,
The snow, the lights,
The plants, the dirt.

I'll roll up the night,
I'll roll up the day,
I'll roll right down the streets
The plows will all be unneeded,
Because I'll roll up all the snow
And clear myself a path
From here to Zion Grove.

Where I'll make a giant snowman
And give it a crooked smile,
That the people will all see
For miles and miles.

When I'm all done
The roads will be clear,
And I'll finally be able
To reach you my dear.

Elexer Nov 2015

Where Are We?

Where are we
In this maze of ropes
This was once a
Katamari of tropes
Designed to make
Us happier beings
And now i feel
Like we've lost our wings
We've hit a dead end
And to turn around
Seems to be easy
Give up the love we found
But we can't do that
And why would we?
This is what we both need
The way we wanted to be
So i propose a new idea
Don't turn around or reverse
Don't do what we know
Will make it worse
Power through the dead end
Carve our way through
Make a new land
The land of me and you

Dream Fisher Nov 2019

Brain Matter

I'm a ******, I'm the oddball
My style defiles piles of pop culture ads
While I bounce off these rubber walls
With a hamster running in my head,
Until around two a.m. he goes to bed
Typing a tapestry of insanity
Pouring all the demons from my edeitic memory
Blaming the insecurities on my pedigree
Then destroy all the evil like a heroic entity.

I keep peace without a peacekeeper
I fight reapers hissing like creepers
In a secret lair, Kronk pull the le-ver,
Slashing male stereotypes, aren't I cleaver?
You wouldn't want to try to battle my wits
You'd ball your fists, I'd spit at you, sir
And let my vernacular blast your brains
This isn't a Robert Frost work, stay in your lane.

You'd take the path less traveled,
I'd pound the ground until the earth unraveled
Leaving nothing but the gravel to grovel
Like a duck without grapes you should waddle,
I drink coffee by the hoddle,
Never stuck in stop or stall, keep it rolling,
I'm a Katamari, oddball.

#brain #matter #dreamfisher

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