Broken Wings

Your eyes,
They must be a piece of tainted glass,
Those orbs,
They contained such emotions.

My heart flicked in realization,
I cannot say how you were a beauty,
Because I had broken you,
Till you were more than fragile.

You said,
My words built a foundation,
To support you once again,
But my cruelty killed that base.

You shattered,
Like those ashes burnt,
You never scream in pain,
When I stopped needing you.

On an end of a winter day,
You told me you were not lonely,
Those wings accompanied you,
Then again,
They were bleeding.

Were You There?

You promised that snow will fall,
Dandelions will fly,
Leaves will perish,
Sun will be the joy.

I remember your hands were gentle,
Placed a rose on my hair,
That was old and past,
When I try to put it now,
I bled.

I memorized hardly your number,
From back to front,
All hardly erased,
Even when I wanted to.

A single tone; static like,
Buzzed through my blocked ears,
Hands trembled, cold and shaken,
The button I ceased to press on the phone.

We are all hurt like wingless angels,
All buried with lies of sweet words,
If I said I am OK,
You would guess that was not real.

“You are destined to smile”,
“You lit up the world”,
All these words faded quickly,
Every time the rain comes; washing all away.

Always noticing previously,
Though never now,
When I will probably be gone,
From your life, your feelings, your heart,
Did you care?
Were you there?

Everlasting Words and Flowers

The rumbling thunder in distance,
Kept reminding me of forgotten words,
Spoken by your cherry lips, like,
“When are you coming back?”
What if the answer is “Never.”?

Those sounds of door opening and closing,
Resembles us,
Closing in the gap of hopeless future,
Opening the space to emptiness.

The rain pattered on my window,
Pages from history turned mellow,
Flipping endlessly back and front,
Back to days with you,
Front to see more tears of mine.

“Remember that day,”
Mum’s voice broken like a porcelain doll,
“A friend of yours whom made you thousand stars,”
She looked away,
Knowing she lost me when I lost her.

When I realized,
A million words could not bring you back,
I was late to even say goodbye,
You,
Sleeping on a field of eternal flowers.

Memories came flying back,
With wings attached,
Showing me fond moments you gave me,
And that once beautiful life.

“The day you smiled,” you said,
A smile so serene,
“Is the day I gain sunshine,” I said,
Your hands enclosed within your heart,
“But I had to leave you,” you said.

Cherish

Soft caresses meant nothing more,
Even as I stand by my own,
I am still fragile,
Like a broken porcelain doll.

I could not take another blow of heartbreak,
Another attack of disappointment,
I have neither shield nor mask,
As you took away my true heart.

I hoped that the story will stop unrevealing,
Letting only laughter stopped in space,
Locked by those old times,
When there seemed to be no ending.

Passing blurry objects,
They started to clear up,
When the glinting liquid slid down my face,
Leaving not a trace.

Dreams,
Would kill when you wake up,
But there is no choice,
As you cannot retreat or go further.

With ashes or pretty dead flowers,
Even when the love falters,
I shall cherish the far away moments,
And try to remember your silhouette,
Facing only the window…

Last Quarter - Kagen no Tsuki

A step into the snow,
My heart crushed by tiny snowflakes,
In this cold menacing season,
All I had left was the strength to die.

Searching for memories in sorrow,
How could hope disappear so fast?
The bond that brought us together,
Faded into this starless night.

I need to go back to the past,
Reborn to a small fragile flower in desert,
That could withstand storm and sun,
That could be void of all love.

Am I needed here?
Never did I believe your words were happy,
Because you were lonely,
When you said, “I can’t live without you.”

As the last flower wilted,
I had the wish to hear your voice again,
And when you were carried along by the night wind,
The moon was in its last quarter.

To Falter

Behind those minds of courage,
I only saw hopelessness,
Behind those curtains of hopes,
There only exists nothingness.

I do not live just to open up my heart,
Those times that had flown by,
Changes that I see,
Remained not after long.

Remember that day,
With cold breeze and spiral turning leaves,
You walk on to another celestial world,
Staining every single old step.

Your kiss,
Was like a butterfly’s,
So light and feathery,
Sinking me into sorrow.

I do not want to be lost in this empty day,
Or lost in this minor sympathy of yours,
Wavy images of you,
Crashed by the side of the rocks.

My quiet pleadings,
And only your silent feelings,
Curled all the way to my heart,
Leaving broken strands of tears.

My Guilds