WHOA what a throwback. I was digging around through the books I own, and out fell a piece of paper written on it the first poem I ever wrote. I remember I was maybe in the tenth grade, and it was about a girl, and let’s just say, things were quite messy. This poem made me realize that writing and expressing yourself, no matter the outcome, can be truly therapeutic.
The day I knew it will never be,
Jasmine, I thought she would set me free.
My heart beating faster, waiting for a reply…
It was devastating, I vowed never again to try.
Overwhelmed with emotions I almost died,
never anticipating such a wry.
The girl you loved and dreamed about, day and night
never shared the same love for you,
what a surprise.
Tears filled up my eyes, my heart was broken,
every expectation turned out to be
I was madly, insanely, deeply in love
and I linger…
But it will never be.
Knowing it will never be, I wait for the night,
hoping to see her in my dreams,
hoping it will turn into reality.
The night is a long way away,
and day dreams are stale, obsolete.
But I knew it will never be.
Jasmine, I know you’ll be happy someday.
You’ll shine in the sky for your lover one day…
But why not shine for me, Jasmine?
Oh yeah I forgot.
It will never be.
Children laying down,
broken, exposed and frail beyond comprehension.
Shadows strike within the glass,
reflecting the reflections of the tiny,
up towards the sky.
lost in the mystery of deception,
screaming with no perception
of what happens next.
Locked and bound
to their everlasting demise.
The only memory left of them,
the one reflected towards the heavens,
where heaven is nowhere to be reached.
Their hands tangled into one another,
with the footsteps getting closer,
they pray to the heavens.
They pray to the only thing that can save them,
yet the prey,
the prey devours them inside the house of heaven.
The Children shrieking their confessions,
shouting at the haunted curse,
that took their childhood away.
The curse approaches them,
noises made like the sound of skulls
rattling and signaling,
the voices of a null, beast-like,
and unforgiving savage.
The clock is ticking
and the Children pray,
as the prey gets closer.
Skulls and bones.
I hate this time of year.
The spring is ending,
bending all in it’s way.
Summer on the horizon
with disappointment and regret,
with failure stacked up,
like an organized stack of hay
embedded within my being.
The sorrow, the sorrow,
nothing can be said about it.
It hits while you’re on your way,
That’s the effect of springtime on me.
I’m going towards the unknown,
or better yet,
the unknown is chasing me.
Fuck you spring,
I sincerely mean that.
‘The world is beautiful, therefore it is’
Usually I don’t watch anime that often, however I was told about this gem not recently but quite a while back by a girl I used to love.
The story is about a traveler called Kino, and her motorcycle (a talking motorcycle! how cool is that?), and their journies and many travels across the countries that they visit.
The fascinating bit about this anime, is how linked together each episode is. I’ve seen my fair share of anime, and I have to say, this is by far deeper in terms of plot than any other, in my opinion of course.
Other than Kino, and her bike Hermes, there’s a plethora of different characters to be expected, however don’t tread too much on those. The role of other characters is basically one that supports the main ones, nothing more, nothing less.
Engulfing yourself into this anime, you will feel a sense of deepness, and goosebumps sometimes. It’s a very remarkable anime in terms of parables and quotes, each representing a certain notion or aspect of the anime, or maybe a certain scene or episode in the smaller sense of things.
Be warned however; this anime can be very dark and ominous at times. We get to fall deep into humanity, and how atrocious, stupid, ruthless, etc we might be, also dressed with a drizzle of hopefulness that you can sense throughout experiencing the entirety of the anime.
All I can say is that this is an incredibly well done anime, in terms of animation, sound and atmosphere. It is overwhelmingly artistic, reflective, skin-crawling at times, and approaches a plethora of themes relating our human existence and life.