Chibi-Chise-Chan

Long ago the white spots that appeared from the brush of his clothing ceased to bother him; the same went for the tickle of hair that ghosted over his neck and the rough feel of untreated wood, slick tile, or soft carpet under his feet.  Both the flashing lights and bright circles faded  with the years, like every repeat sensation he felt, fading in newness, in importance, until they existed as only shadows of visions, highlighting perfections and imperfections alike. Peaceful, he loved his peaceful life, most of the time, in any case; but he loved daylight hours best because of the varying shine of the sun, the glint tha

Blue reminds me of the sky,    of blueberries and flowers,    of the river rushing past    in vast streams, the sun glinting    off scales of fishes. But blue reminds me most of    secret tears cried alone    and desperate kisses tasting of salt. Yellow reminds me of daisies,    of lemons with their bitter taste,    of old school desks in a forgotten classroom,    dust collecting everywhere    as the sun sneaks in. But yellow reminds me most of    your smile on the b

"What's truly real in this life?  Is black really black, or is it just the term we've decided to call the state of no color being reflected back at us, the term we have labeled all things that have the properties of absorbing all colors and appearing void because of it?  And are colors real at all?  Or are they just a thing that we created in order to explain the differences in the objects around us?  What if someone had originally called 'red' 'blue?'  Would that make any difference to the way we live now? "Cherries would be 'blue' and blueberries would be 'red'berries." "Stop your musings, please, they confuse me like nothing else ever do

"Could anything be so simple as to exist in terms that are plain, and easy to understand?  Can you or I exist as we are, and not be anything more than exactly what we seem, no fine tuned synapses, no blood rushing through veins, just a man and woman, bound together in a life inescapable?  Are we not just that, and all the above, existing in a thousand different terms, a thousand different ways in each breath we take? "Each sensation, each emotion, nothing is simple, yet we long for it to be so. "Every image consists of a thousand movements, a million progressions of the same thing, to continue for the colors to reach our brains, for the sha

I've found a dream Lover This ever-perfect dream Lover Visited on the hillside In a full moon's rise Sought in secrecy My dream Lover comes to me Hair of ebony, Eyes of honey Skin fine a silk Lips of carnation, Words of damnation Skin fine as silk Dark pathways, long forgotten Where old things lay dead, they lay rotten I'm drawn to this place, by arms of steel By his kisses to surreal And then my dream Lover smiles Ever sweetly, my dream Lover smiles Dresses of satin Slowly unfastened By fingers of ice Touches unrushed Voices now hushed By fingers of ice And through the door we fall Earthen ceiling rising so tall W

He never went outside, never left the safety of the simple, white and black walls of his home, but for all that, somehow, color began to appear, screaming at him in splashes of red and blue.  They appeared with her, as she dripped paint and color, as her bright, singing eyes stared at him when she knocked, and he invariably answered. He no longer tried to remember when his world filled with those singing splotches, softly here then loud, screaming as he turned a corner, as a brilliant, angry red dried in a hanging chrysanthemum painting, the colors otherworldly as he forced his eyes closed, until she cupped his cheeks.  H

The bass seemed to pour out of the speakers and glide over her skin, caressing her spirit in a way that any other music music rarely did anymore.  And the voice, oh god that voice.  She felt her knees turn to mush, and her heart clench in a way that made her curl slightly, until she had to close her eyes and press her knees together, trying to keep composed. She screamed along with everyone around her, jumping, yelling, her hands thrown as high as they would go, and her mouth opened as far as she could, singing along with the man facing her.  The words clasped her to them, and she saw the brightest of blues and

There's nothing wrong, with wanting to die To ease the pain, and never again cry People love sorrow, it's a constant companion In a world of hatred, where all are abandoned And we the refuse, the world's soul destroyed Use our own sorrow, to fill our own void And we hold out our hands, reaching for the suicidal Calming the darkness, the hatred that's drawn to the idle And to see the blood, the sin on shaking hands And to feel hopelessness of time, the hourglass of sand And we the refuse, the world's light dimmed Use our own sorrow, to give feelings to deadened limbs In a warm embrace, we shelter those in pain

Reality blurs when I see you And Fantasy blossoms And I fall into dreeams Where I'm haunted By every thought Of being with you And this is my happy ending And my nights end in cries As my dreams end in smiles As I laments this lost love And you're in love with her As I wish you luck Even though my heart Breaks with every word Each you say to me And each I say to you And this is my happy ending Make-up smeared around my eyes As I dream of embracing you As this lost love splits me in two So with each day that passes As I wait hopelessly for you Even though I know I'm just some girl Some silly little foolish girl Who bel

I went wrong... somewhere along the line Thinking I could... make you love me But tonight's the night... truths were revealed And I think I've lost you... complete with a wax seal And I know it's foolish of me To cry tears for a love that would never be And even more dangerous was Believing in this thing called love I do my best... to wish you luck As you break my heart... unintentionally You've never know... that's the way it will be For letting you know... would kill me And I know it's foolish of me To long for a love that will never be And I now carry a broken heart because I believed in this thing called love