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Lunar Mar 2020
In the light
of the moon,
I slowly make
my way to you.

In the night
so black,
your soft voice
calls me back.

You gently dance
upon the waves,
to my fingertips,
but I can only gaze:

beyond the horizon,
I hear and see home
that isn't of land, but
in your arms of sea foam.
to SF. you're as cute as the sea foam I love to watch and listen to.

(j.m.)
Lunar Mar 2014
we were like spring
colorful
fresh
a growing love

you were like summer
hot
fun
a wanderlust; roadtrip

i was like autumn
falling
red
blown away

you turned into winter
cold
harsh
lifeless eyes

and the seasons ended there
lasting for exactly a year
Lunar Jan 2015
No.
To them, i should always be the quiet, sweet classmate.
I shouldn't be found out, my identity as a poet with loud and brutally honest words.
To them, i should always be the obedient, happy daughter.
I shouldn't be found out, my soul weeping at their fights.
To them, i should be a normal, boring college student.
I shouldn't be found out, my great aspirations and my dean's lister's grades.
To me, i should be whoever i want to be.
But i can't find myself and figure it out.
Lunar Apr 2016
1) We might have met with a hello, and I might have brushed it off by saying "later", but you were patient and waited for me. That's how I came to know of and learned to love you.
2) You keep telling me I was a carat in your diamond, that when I'm with you, you shine brighter and become stronger. Up to this day, you still make me feel so appreciated, needed and worthy, that I have learned to value what it means to live.
3) You adored me so much, that even with dried lips, you never failed to make my day with you smiling so wide at me, telling me over and over again that I'm the one you love, despite me telling you to stop because it was getting a little too cheesy.
4) And when you raised your hands up in the air, cheering me on, I  felt so much support, energy and positivity to get me through the hell days of life. "Long live us," you said. And I cling on to those special three words for the hope of future.
5) To win a race in life, you pushed me on, endlessly shouting "Ah yeah!" with every accomplishment and dream I fulfilled.
6) Being a risk-taker, you beckoned me to venture out with you to experience new things, moments, feelings and places. I never knew I could jam into myself so much in one day, but I did because you were there to help carry it all.
7) Even from our teens, into and past the twenties, I know we'll be here for each other. We've waited for each other for so long; finally we have a chance to be the mornings and nights we dreamed of.
8) When we grow up all the more, we'll understand each other more, and the both of us will change. But wouldn't it be true love already if our love for our changed selves still stay the same?
9) When you danced and took my hand in yours, I swear that was the time when you entered my heart with admiration bursting out of me, feeding my five senses alive.
10) And you were both a bliss and pain of mine. Whatever bad or good you've been through, I felt it all because we belong to each other.
11) Sometimes you fool around, but I love how you can be such a gentleman. Telling me to cover my knees, wear buttoned shirts all the way to my neck to prevent my collarbones from peeking out. But you don't know sometimes I like to see your collarbones, or neck veins. You're only human and I just stare in awe at your jawline, with my jaws dropping so in an unladylike fashion.
12) Who could forget February 14th? The first day you called me yours. I love how smart it was of you to do that; every Valentine's will be our anniversary. You were far away on that day, but you sent me flowers. Polaroids of you holding flowers, to be exact. I love how you were funny like that.
13) And chocolate. I love chocolate. You sang me songs about chocolate. Sweet, rich and just the right texture-- both your voice and chocolate.
14) The time you've spent staying up all night for me and my happiness; honestly was sometimes making me sad to see you weren't getting enough sleep or rest. You sacrificed so much for me, but all I can do is just love you more and more each day. Tell me, how can I make up for it? Appreciating every talent you have and every single thing and detail you created, was not enough. Even this writing is not enough.
15) There are countless times where you danced for me. Til now, you have never failed to sweep me off of my feet. Literally. But that's okay, if I fall. I know you'll be there to catch me.
16) And here is a new era. In the past, no matter how many times you complimented how good I look, I never really took you seriously or believed such words. Who knew a song about calling me pretty changed my viewpoint? At times, I don't get myself too for changing my thinking so quickly, but you still accept and love me anyways.
17) I may have been here since day one or not, I may have been here since the fourteenth or not, but rest assured, I promise you: I will be here until the end. And as cliche as it sounds, or as overused as it is, I'll always say the most raw and barest line of affection: I love you.
Here's seventeen reasons why I love you, Seventeen. But these reasons, and so many, many more, cannot amount to the love I feel for you. Even if I was able to write millions of books and get them translated into 50 languages, my feelings won't be enough. But I hope these words reach you one day, because you deserve to hear and know them.

I dedicate this to Seventeen, and to Carats. If you've noticed, the 17 reasons are derived from past experiences, moments, and their song lyrics. You just have to figure out which one is which (haha). You can read this "from me to seventeen", or "from me to bias". I tried to generalize it as much as possible, so that everyone, even non-carats could relate to it. I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it (and crying while trying to collect myself and my feelings). Here's to Seventeen and a successful era for them and us!

(c): @wnjnhi on twitter
Lunar Mar 2016
It was a rainy night. He took out his umbrella, opened it, and it soon engulfed the both of us. "Hey, you're getting wet," he said. He pulled me closer to him, his arms like the umbrella protecting me, protecting us from the drizzle.

I snapped out of my daydream to find him weirdly staring at me, and asked him, "What, do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's just... why are you staring into space?"

Our footsteps made little splashes, puddles reflected a thousand images of us. These pictures from nature will not last for a lifetime but the rain was our witness, as if the skies were crying at a matrimonial ceremony.

I took a step away from him to let the memory of him soak in me. He stands there in the rain innocently, with umbrella in hand, waiting for me to respond. Breathing out, I told him: "Ask me what I think of you right now."

"Wait, what? Are we going to play a game?" That usual what-is-going-on look still stupidly plastered on his angelic face. "Well, what do you think of me right now, then?"

I didn't hesitate and the first word that automatically left my lips were 'umbrella'.

"Umbrella? Do I look that thin to you, really?" He said dryly as he gave me an uninspired look. He shook his head in disbelief and pouted. "And I thought you'd relate me at least to the rain."

"Umbrella: definition for a protecting force or influence," I told him as I stood in place. I side-glanced at him to find a spark lighted up in his eyes as his shoulders loosened. "You're my umbrella because I need you in rainy days and sunny ones. Literally because of your stature to block the sun or cover me when it rains," I laughed. "And it's not because you're thin like one, silly. But how you comfortingly stretch out your arms to me when it's a bad day for me. How you guard me from others' icy remarks. It feels like a need to have you around wherever I go."

He cleared his throat jokingly and added, "Might I say I also take you high like Mary Poppins' umbrella." He burst out laughing as I glared at him for his poorly done innuendo.

But right there and then as I rolled my eyes at him, he dropped the umbrella, grabbed me by my waist and kissed me as light as the raindrops kissing our skin. He broke off after a while and said, "Getting wet, are we?"

Before I could claw at him for his second pun, he released me as I chased him down, not caring if I would get a fever later. But sometimes I just wonder how did I come to like, fall in love, and love him-- basically feel every emotion with him. In all truth, he wasn't just my umbrella, but also my home whom I'll always return to at the end of all my days. Umbrella or home, he is my shelter.
I have yet again attempted, and I don't think I went anywhere much with the ending, I'm so sorry to my readers and myself.

But yes. Wjh is my umbrella.
Lunar Jun 2014
take a shot;
down it all in one go and feel the temporary high
take a shot;
click the button to capture the moment and make it forever
take a shot;
inject yourself and be immune to life's diseases
take a shot;
attempt to do the impossible and prove haters wrong
take a shot;
a go at the goal and score as much as you can
take a shot;
at life and live it to the fullest.
No time to lose. You only live once. Take a shot.
Lunar Nov 2014
Funny how people start to care

Only when you're dying or you're dead
Lunar Oct 2016
no one would love me for these scars and scratches and tears on my skin.  worry, stress and fear embed themselves under my epidermis and i struggle to live a normal  life by wearing my favorite sweaters on most days outside to hide the marks. most of them don't realize or see it. that is good. only at night when it turns itchy and yells to be touched again, to be scratched again, to be bled again, and a fresh wound opens up. i have lived with this for almost seventeen years. and it only surfaced in its prominence at the dawn of my twentieth year. it must be a sign for a premature, impending doom. it keeps me up at night and even my brain wishes to stop my entire system but what can it do? it can only speak and think for so long. it keeps me tired in the day and my suicidal heart pounds in beats of "NO" in my chest, blood rushing faster when i scratch once more. the heart can't even stop itself from feeling the itch, the pain, the anger, the remorse, the pity.

i don't know when this will go, just as i don't know how it came to me.

i just want rest. i just want peace. with others and myself. peace within myself.
my thoughts are just as sickly as the eczema i have right now, and it's raging on and on and i can't seem to live properly anymore
sky
Lunar May 2015
sky
You were my sky
I always looked up to you

You were my sky
You would turn gray when sad
And black when angry

You were my sky
I would catch your tears

You were my sky
You would shine darkest in the night

You were my sky
But you weren't my universe
Lunar Jun 2014
i fear every night,
that the memory of you,
would enter my room
and sit beside my sleeping form.

except that i can't be able to move,
numb as you kiss me slowly.
drawing breath from my lungs,
i, glued in a helpless position.

and when you're done,
the tears streak my cheeks
at the sight of you
sliding away from me, walking up.

oh- i hate this beautiful nightmare
of having to watch you leave in the end.
but then again, this dream
is the only way to see you again.

and it's truly a shame,
how i could never run after you,
just like in real life,
paralyzed in place.
Lunar Sep 2015
that moment when the feeling you felt (for him) two years ago slightly hits you-- the feeling of your heart being squeezed slightly.

just slightly.
little by little, i know i'm letting you go
Lunar Aug 2014
they say "believe"

but the logical side of me believes
that we only have a blur chance of being together

and yet the hopeful depths of my soul
lurk in my bedroom at 2a.m.
and in those times whenever
you lurk around campus

i would reach out to you
if i could.

i guess it's the thoughts that keep me going;
running my fingers through your hair
feeling your fingers slide against mine
hearing the steady beat of your heart
seeing the way your brows furrow

and when that time finally arrives,
i'll never let go
Lunar Oct 2016
he took my breath away
with none but one gaze
exposing my scattered brain
a memory clear but a haze
i saw him in hindsight
yet i was still stuck in a daze
to count how many times
i lost myself in so many ways
and like fog he quickly faded
leaving me alone in the chase
i almost caught him but i missed
despite focusing on his face
i'll leave it to you guys to interpret what happens here. but sometimes we never see the people we are looking for. maybe because we're too close to see the bigger picture. or they're looking for us too.

7/13 of the Pocketry Series
Lunar Feb 2014
i guess they could call it
a 'solar eclipse'
when we crossed paths
and i blocked your world

you were brighter than me
with your endless glow
fiercer with your fire

i was just cold and gray
with my pale light
reflecting your luminosity

legend has it
that this phenomenon
was considered unlucky
and i was your thorn
among your rose-filled life

i reckon
you were getting tired
as i stood in your way
and bothered you endlessly

and just like any ordinary
'solar eclipse'
this would all have to end
and it eventually did
Lunar Jul 2016
He's the nearest, biggest star to her--
her light, her sun, is what he is.
With him, the most vibrant of days occur;
not a shade or color is missed.

And she's the morning star to him--
his gentle greeting sent from above.
With her, the celestial matter of his daily hymn;
not a note or tune unloved.

So who said stars only have to meet at night;
When the two star-crossed lovers will cross paths some way?
And who said stars only shine when it's not bright?
For them, they radiate light better in the day.
it's been a while since i've been this poetic for a friend! It's 12:36am as I post this, but let's say my mind is working as if it's noon and i just finished downing a cup of black coffee with two sugars.

Here's to N x S! And I love them both as much as the number of stars in the sky. Whether I see them or not, I know they're there and I love them, in both day and night.
Lunar Jul 2014
i watch you around the halls
as you walk so upright,
quiet and shy.
you catch me staring
and our gazes locked.
but i'm not brave enough
to stay in the staring game
just to wait and see
if you would give a smile.

oh, what i would give
if i could cross paths with you again,
just to have you drink my soul in
as i melt under your stare.

but there you were,
a step farther away from me
within every second that passed.

you didnt know it
but you have yet again
won the staring game.
i smell a crush brewing.
Lunar May 2017
Back then
Someone asked
What my favorite poem
And constellation was

I answered with your name
To who, guess who
Lunar Apr 2014
'we fall in love
till it hurts
or bleeds
or fades in time'

but i've already hurt
i've already bled
and yet
i'm still hopelessly
constantly falling in love
it's been 864 days since we met
and yet
it hasn't fade in time
based on the song "State of Grace" by Taylor Swift.
Lunar May 2016
I tried to leave
but his hands held onto mine,
like a lost traveler,
kept in an ancient city.
He asked why
I had to go.
And I told him,
"I want to go back home".
he looked up at me,
with eyes like attractions,
which I want to visit
and take snapshots of.
My fingers traced his face
one more time,
like I'm tracing a map
of unvisited destinations.
Then he pulled me into
a homely embrace.
With his voice like a warm
and protective blanket said,
"Stay with me.
I'm your home,
And I'll be your vacation."
to j x s!
please drive safely and stay in your lane!
home is where the heart is, and it's with him.
Lunar Jul 2014
Only a thousand miles apart but you still feel like worlds away.
Six months gone but I still remember you like yesterday.
You left me, but I'm still here to stay.
I'm all alone, yet I still feel the same way.
Lunar Apr 2015
eyes that glow
a bit too brightly
electric as blue lightning
hair that's black
a middle fringe
his aura, truly fright'ning
but skilled hands
rough to the touch
handles me with gentle care
and once he comes
into your life
suddenly he's not there
Lunar Mar 2014
summer nights
fairy lights
women rights
skinny tights
we ended up with
lovers' fights

plain as day
you took away
a sunshine ray
left me with
no words to say

feelings fade
a girl's parade
to hold her head high
and hide the mess you made
Lunar Jan 2018
Light streams through the window,
Beckoning her to come out of the dim.
A spotlight on her blank canvas;
She was yearning to see him.

Oil, water and paint blend
With her blood, sweat and tears,
Slowly and agonizingly dripping
From her brush, brows and ears.

Then there he is, tall and bright;
A sun-kissed face dressed in a golden vase.
She painted his image in sunflowers:
He's her masterpiece no one can recreate.
to Sel.
Keep painting for them with love,
the same way they paint you with life.
I wrote this after the image of Van Gogh
painting his Sunflower series in my head!
Lunar Jul 2017
then i thought of you
reaching me
a pale glow
held by slender hands
morning's breath
of dew and dont's
in leaving me alone
and leaving me lonely
looking up at you
is only what i can do
to day6;
i believe in all of your existence
with all of my heart

(j.m)
Lunar Apr 2014
you were the sunshine
who loves the rain
and i was the rain
who loved you, my sunshine

but even if
opposites attract
we can never really meet

unless on a fateful event
when we're destined
to create a rainbow
Lunar Jan 2018
have you ever wondered
why   am   i   always
f  a  s  c  i  n  a  t  e  d
with the phenomena
of     a    red and rare
l u n a r   e c l i p s e?

with every time we meet,
i turn red;
but with every time we part,
i don't turn blue.

rare doesn't mean
"once in a lifetime."
it only means that
you'll always return,
no matter how long it takes.

and i believe that
someday
for sure
again:
*i'll see you.
aren't we all fascinated with the things, events, and people which come rare?
it makes us cherish them well.

(j.m.)
Lunar Aug 2014
since i'm no one special
but just another wide-eyed girl
desperately falling in love with you

with my face that blend into the crowds
yelling your name as they reach out for you

and my words and rapid heartbeat
swallowed down by their screams

i can only hope you take at least
one look in my direction
and i'll take it as if you looked at me
like we were the only ones in that room
So, my crush at school is turning out to be the campus crush. and pretty much the whole country might be after him soon. slim chance.

i did come across him one time, but **** i couldnt get a picture with him cause he was just so good looking and tall and i chickened out cause i was short and feeling horrible like a ****. haha

first stanza inspired by taylor swift's song 'superstar'.
Lunar Jun 2020
I'll keep on looking up,
constantly stargazing.

Amidst a galaxy
of a thousand constellations,
amidst the darkest parts
of time and space—
a gentle twinkle whispered,
"Take me with you."

And so I did,
now I see it's coming
while I make a wish—
"Thank you for picking me,
to watch the birth of a star."

(j.m.)
Lunar Nov 2016
she sits by the bay window
of her favorite coffee shop
the Little Prince's and Bowie's girl
yes, both boys are her main bop
.
a child of the mysterious moon
who lives among constellations of stars
and quite recently
a certain sun captured her heart
.
she's shooting away for photographs
like how her pentax captures existence
he's shooting cupid's arrows
both converging into the distance
.
a well-rounded young lady
whose words will put you on edge
i read her poems and our messages
like stories that tuck me in bed
.
we have the same good friend
--who's called guitar
on some days i dream with them both
to play a gig at a bar
.
she's a protector of the flora
and lover of the trees
buddies with the fauna
nature's beautiful grown camaraderie
.
a lone traveler to cities and worlds
and sometimes to outer space
and other times just in her room
with her mind, pen and journal in place
...
despite us being born at different times
somehow both our lives rhyme
so remember: every day and every night
i love you, soulmate of mine
161106: for Tamia R., the soulmate of mine. i love you a whole, very widely, so deeply, much out-of-this-universe a lot. never ever forget that, and even if the world or you yourself brings you down, i'll be ready to catch and get you back up to your feet and give you a band-aid.
Lunar May 2014
he did come back
but
it was
all
too
*late
Lunar Apr 2014
she wore her heart,
on a tattoo sleeve.
her feelings inked,
all a jumble.
from poetry,
to lyric art.
these words
she couldn't mumble.

eyes almost dead,
glistening with tears,
not one emotion read.
her lips sealed shut,
******* knot,
no words could be said.

she wore her heart,
on a tattoo sleeve,
and this was how she lived.
hoping one day,
she'd get the love,
the same she freely gives.
Lunar Oct 2016
the songs of his strings
dances with body movements
beauty undisturbed
a tribute to tchaikovsky, my favorite classical musician for dances, especially his ballet compositions. i'll be watching swan lake, the nutcracker and sleeping beauty on sunday, here's one haiku to hype up til then!
Lunar Aug 2017
I watched her tilt the cup
gently towards her lips
Sipping on her favorite tea—
one made of and for thought.
A late evening of craving kicks in once more.
Letting her eyes settle
on blank pages
of her renowned thick journal.
Yes, I whispered to myself,
Stay this way.
Keep thinking,
keep writing,
keep living.
She continuous in little furies
of the same drink order
and of colorful scribbles,
tearing little pieces of herself
(printed with her personality)
to stick onto the paper.
How much more ink will she bleed,
how much more tea leaves will she drink
to drown out her sorrows,
akin to those inhalers of burning leaves?
Among the words which sustain you,
overdose is the only one which doesn't exist.
You are addicted to tea,
to the world around you,
and to the words around you.
This is you, and this is how you live,
with an end waiting for you,
despite knowing it's only the beginning
whenever you hold your pen.
Your mind, tongue and hands will fade,
but your thoughts and words
will live on forever.
for Clara.
you're to the T for me,
you're my favorite cup of T,
and my favorite T!

(j.m.)
Lunar Oct 2014
"Don't mention him to me;
He's such a joke,"
She laughed hysterically,
As tears rolled down her face.

But deep down,
I knew she meant to say
"He's such a ****",
And those tears of hers
Weren't of laughter.
Lunar Feb 2014
we fall in love too easily
and fall apart faster
we love too serious
and hate much stronger
we cry over anything
especially boybands and boys
we judge other girls
with one flick of a hand
we eat too much
junk food and desserts
we sleep for too long
and hibernate on our days
we spend thousands
be it on make-up, clothes, or gadgets

all these left us drunk
we think tomorrow's hazy

how do we get sober again?
how do we face reality?
Lunar Jun 2018
blocked by clouds
or invisible in the day
i'm content knowing
the moon is always
in the center of my frame

sea tides rise
and the constellations change
but i'm reassured to know
the moon has always
stayed the same

even when you're growing
and even as you age
i know i'm grateful because
the moon will always
be your name
happy 22nd, wjh. i'm beyond content, reassured, and grateful for knowing a soul like you exists.

(j.m.)
Lunar Feb 2014
peculiar how i'm the one holding the bow
but you're the one pulling the arrow back
you realize how delicate the situation is
and if you walked away
you would have to let go

that's just what you did
and the arrow went through me
and tore my heart into two
now i can't stop bleeding

come back, archer,
retrieve your ****

at least i'll be happy
as long as i'm with you

at least i'll be content
even if you show me off
as your brand new slaughter
Lunar Apr 2015
She sits at night
At her favorite spot
Which was her
Wooden bay window

To watch out when
The lightning strikes
And thunderstorms
Her favorite action show

The clash rings loud
In her ears
Gives her shivers
Dissolving fright

The dancing streaks
Glowing skies
Electrifying veins
Of blue and white
I like thunder and lightning storms. Especially during bedtime.
Lunar Mar 2016
"Shh," she hushes me.

I watch her close her mouth, then her eyes. But her very soul, she exposed to everyone, to me, in the auditorium. The music begins, and I literally see the intro of the song sink into her skin. I notice her shiver; not that i didn't want to put my arm around her to warm her up because it wasn't the temperature of the room. It was the music. She was feeling it. She is it. Her breathing to the piano's notes, her heart beat rhythmic to the dancing fingers on the keys: I can see it all. Her shoulders rising and falling--

"Oh," she softly speaks, pulling me out of my melodic reverie. "Did i just-- A tear, how silly of me to cry."

But before she could wipe her cheek, I took her hand in mine and kissed the tear away. She had this confused look, but it soon melted as I neared her.

She was not only music, she was a symphony. And every fiber of me was in tune with her, and there wasn't anything else in the room which I payed attention to.
This is like, what I imagine my first date to be. I pray that one day, wjh will see me this way.

Written from the boy's point of view.
Lunar Oct 2016
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads

but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped

gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
even if some things do not exist anymore, there will always be other existing  things that remind us of those and we can never escape from it.

11/13 of the Pocketry Series.
Lunar Oct 2016
i gave my heart to him
in the form of a music box
he opened it to hear a soft tune
of my feelings i kept within
he hummed to the song
i made up for him
and danced to the rhythm
of my pulse beating

the entire moment was a loop
which didn't want to cease

it would only be so
if i took my heart back
or if he stopped dancing
i hope you guys get this! the final piece of the Pocketry Series. and things will obviously change if one factor suddenly goes missing. for dancers and lovers out there, i hope you always give your best and love whoever and whatever you do with your entire heart.

13/13 of the Pocketry Series.

FIN.
Lunar Jan 2018
I long to see you already,
Even if the time of our separation—
The distance of a second
Which felt like a lifetime—
Was so short.
I thought of how the verb "long" came to be, when we are missing someone right after parting with them.

(j.m.)
Lunar Mar 2014
im a swimmer
i can float
i can sink
i can pretend to drown
or be a graceful dolphin

but ever since
i met you, another swimmer
i thought you were going to help me
be a better swimmer in life

but instead
you pulled me deeper
into the waters
as you took my breath away

i could no longer breathe
i could no longer move
i sunk in whatever we had
i drowned in you
Lunar Dec 2018
i could never listen to your voice;
my ears could never hallucinate.
i could never look at you for so long;
my eyes could never hold your gaze.
i could never measure your big hands;
my fingers and yours could never lace.
i could never be in your solid arms;
my hands—liquid—could never encircle your waist.

but i think i could be on your mind
and i could be written in your heart:
if you read the words that i write
when you pick up this poem and start.
to lj, an avid reader.

from j.m.
Lunar Apr 2016
and they don't call him a garden fairy without a reason. the garden fairy secretly visits his favorite place in the world, every morning and night. his smile, like the warm morning sun, makes the flowers grow. his deft hands, like water, caress the young floral buds, quenching the thirst. his feet walk through the weeds, turning them into blossoms. his fingers, like the wind, skim the blades of high grass, without his flesh being cut. his voice, like growth nutrients, nurtured the changing. he never failed to tend to his garden that it was so taken care of, it flourished under his love. both the garden fairy and his garden bloomed in every season imaginable, in every time of the day, month and year. she was his garden, and he was her garden fairy.
to my child who still enjoys playing with the flowers and the gardener whom she dearly loves.
Lunar Jul 2015
Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
     (A faint clap of thunder)
sashi kumori
     (Clouded skies)
Ame mo furanu ka?
     (Perhaps rain comes)
Kimi wo todomemu
     (If so, will you stay here with me?)

Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
     (A faint clap of thunder)
furazu to mo
     (Even if rain comes not)
warewa tomaramu
     (I will stay here)
imoshi todomeba*
     (Together with you)
here's a tanka which i got from the japanese animated movie, Kotohana no Niwa (The Garden of Words). I just love the question and response written in the text.
Lunar Oct 2016
"I need to buy a smile today," she said. "For myself."

Another girl, perhaps younger than her, got in the public SUV and sat across her. She wore the uniform of the astronomy school which the first girl had always admired. The second girl pays her ride fare as she handed down a large bill. But the driver declined it and said that he would not be able to give her change if she gave it to him. In desperation, she asked the other passengers if they have any loose change for her bill, to which they all shook their heads in pity.

The first girl sensed the young one's embarrassment and a tinge of worry formed on the latter's forehead, as she would most likely have to get off the ride for being unable to pay. As expected, the younger girl asks the older one if she had any smaller change. The first girl replies, I'm sorry, I don't have any.

But just as the moon was still visible in that morning sky and she was watching over the exchange between the two girls, the first girl felt the moon's invisible pale light rush into her: this is the person whose smile I shall buy today.

She handed the second girl a few coins which summed up to the necessary amount. "It's just fifteen, isn't it?"

Wide-eyed and a small jawdrop, the second girl accepted the coins in disbelief and said, "Are you sure, ate? You're going to pay for me?"

"Take it and give it."

"How can I ever repay you, I-"

"With a smile. It's enough. And I get to smile in return too, so thank you," the first girl nodded at her with slightly raised cheeks and went back to reviewing her notes.

"Thank you again, I can't thank you enough," the second girl smiled and waved goodbye when it was her stop.

The first girl smiled in return, once again. "Buy a smile today-- check."

*This girl, with a young heart but an old, weary mind, needs a smile everyday to survive. She can get it through buying one or trading with friends. She was this desperate to get through with any day, with just one smile. The smiles so far she has collected are from certain authors, a few strangers she has helped out, a bunch of people whom she was close with, and a group of boys. This girl, and other people. She needs them and their smiles. She needs to smile to live.
a little write on how a good, genuine smile would always, ALWAYS, matter to someone-- be it from a stranger, or a familiar person. i took this from my experience for paying the girl's fare. but let's face it: the point here is not the good deed which I did, but the fact that her smile, made my day. and as i think back of all the other times (when i bought my favorite boy group's albums, my favorite writers' books, i bought desserts for my family, i bought pillows for my friends...). Smiles don't always have to be bought though: in fact it should be free. So this writing is a bit strange. But i just needed to write this down because I couldn't get the girl's smile out of my head. :)
Lunar Jun 2014
the thunder is my cry,
the lightning, angered veins.
the tears fall from the sky,
known as summer rains.

you left me there,
frozen with a tired heart.
cold with winds high,
i watched you go,
a final
weather of goodbye.
Lunar Sep 2017
i'd give anything
to hold those hands again

those hands which have
caressed piano keys
and carefully held my broken heart
which you do all too well

i'd buy every piano
and score sheet in the world
if it meant for you to play again

i'd break my heart over and over
if it meant for you to be here
and hold me together again

i'd give anything and my everything
to hold the hands of the piano man
a jumble of incoherent words for wjh.
i wanted to save this for a future draft to see if i can polish it better, but perhaps i just want to let it all go now. words are words, no matter how unrefined.
(j.m.)
Lunar Apr 2014
do you know
what's harder than
crying?

when people think
you're fine
because your eyes
don't look puffy
nor are they bloodshot.

do you know
what's harder than
losing sleep?

when people think
you sleep peacefully,
dreaming behind your closed eyelids.

do you know
what's harder than
living?

when people think
you've moved on,
looking for a new life.

the hardest thing of all, though,
is when i have to go through them all,
but without you.
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