Misses, misses, and misses (in memory of Jiu Ye*)**
How can one so enviable
be the most pitiful?
You had her when you didn't --couldn't want her
and you lost her just as you started trying.
If you had just answered yes (to her question of whether you like her or not)
and if only she answered no (to your question of whether she wanted a family or not).
When the moon in the lake shattered,
did the shards reach your chest?
When the blue Luo Lan outfit you gave her she shredded,
did your heart get ripped apart?
Dear, dear Meng Xi Mo.
“No meeting again in sight!”
*Jiu Ye is a character from the Chinese period romance novel Da Mo Yao (Ballad of the Dessert) by Tong Hua.
**Yes, the alignment is 'part' of the poem.
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(pending title)
Unable to win over the dead;
one keeps changing, while one stagnates in memory.
No effort to remember,
but never able to forget.
Tell me, is living a damnation?
Would you love me if I were the one dead instead?
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(unofficial title: A birth and a memory of death)
There is parting, but there is no sadness.
There is reunion, but no trace of gladness.
A pair says goodbye with smiles,
while another greets with tears in their eyes.
Lost love and friendship found,
the joy in budding, and the harshness of death buried in the ground.
I've been listening to Frank Ocean non-stop since yesterday, that's why.
Download link for the .zip file for the songs at the bottom. ^_^
LULZ. I was actually going to write some scenarios matching the songs, but it didn't go very well. So instead, I'll just post snippets of the lyrics. :p
If I'm in love... :s
Non-stop. ;)
Denim. ♥
Miss you so. D:
There will be tears. ;~;
Swim good. O_O
Download the songs here. :D
When I'm with you I want to run away, but when I finally get away all I want is to run into you.
Hey doctor, have you diagnosed me with some emotional disorder yet? The growing forest of happy in my lungs is suffocating.
His back was against the wall, and woah I should not have gotten those 'wrong' thoughts seeing that. But what can you do?
He's became something that made a simple pen that's run out of ink important, so what do you make out of that? 'Make out'? Should I really be giggling like a school girl at that? Oh, wait. I am a school girl!
Look at that. The sun's shooting rays lands on his face, and oh the sight is probably the prettiest I've ever looked at. I'm running even more out of space to breathe.
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