a name (poem)
call me something, anything,
I used to say,
as though just having a name
was good, though it wasn’t
(more…)
call me something, anything,
I used to say,
as though just having a name
was good, though it wasn’t
(more…)
I could be bold
like the colors of ancient crayons
unlikely adjectives sprawled
over the yellow labels
(more…)
So many things that I should write
If words would come, my day be bright (more…)
I’m feeling a little broken
right now
I’m sure there are better things
(more…)
We dream of things. We all do, sometimes. We all wake up from worlds without end, often without remembering what made them so wonderful.
There’s something in my hand—like a stone, a jewel glinting in the darkness, or a ball of yarn unwinding down the path toward treasure…
I gasp for air, a nameless cry
The tears that will not spring to eye
The groans unspoken, breaking free
I swallow them back down in me
drink down the sun, like a golden
beam seeping into my heart
play it again in the morning
draw it back up and restart
wake me now
the world’s all up
sun in the sky
and tea in my cup
slow down now
and play that song
the song that carries
my heart along
Remind me tomorrow
When weariness passes
And when all my classes
Are geared toward the doing
And less the get throughing
joy is one of those things
you have to reach out and catch it
remember the things that you love
in the moments that don’t feel enough
what is the worth of a poem, caught in the hand
the words that tumble over and over themselves
poured out of a heart that’s too full, a mind that’s too loud
maybe someday, somehow I’ll figure it out
You reflect.
It’s what you do.
Noise you don’t want to hear, fists thrown, bullets fired—all of it bounces back and strikes your attacker with the slightest bit of your attention, or even less.
Last Order wouldn’t stop staring at him.
“That’s creepy,” Accelerator told her, shoving her off the end of the couch with one arm.
“‘Don’t be mean!’ Misaka Misaka protests, flailing her arms for balance,” Last Order squawked indignantly. She shot back upright and glared.
He eyed her from the corner of his eye, but she just huffed and clambered back up beside him.
“Misaka thinks that you look happy, Misaka Misaka notes with satisfaction.” Last Order grinned. “Misaka thinks that you should stay here with her forever.”
“Happy, huh?” he murmured and closed his eyes.
Such an odd feeling. Happy.