You can’t read my mind
And I can’t yours either
So why did we try to pretend
That we knew we were at fault
Toward each other
You could see me
Bleeding in front of you
And I knew you
Were growing numb and cold
In a time of desperation
We stopped using our voices
To cover and save our energies
We’ll never know if we ever had
A better tactic to follow
Moments flew by
Our present became the past
Even as they were on going
They had already turned into dusts
In our minds
Scooping up the left overs
We tried to sew up the seams
But we already had seen
What we couldn’t unsee
And so that was that
The ending was near
We were gone from the story
No rewriting or rewiring
And so this is the moment
The sound of truth
Can you hear it
It’s the silence
Speaking up for the first time
Talking to our souls
“Let it go
The girl knew.
That nothing could escape its end.
How the courteous people,
showering each other with nice greetings,
and having the most appropriate smiles,
were indeed sad,
The girl knew.
"Oh, you're from the other..."
She slowly bowed.
She bowed neatly, and with quite an effort.
But, whether she did it with quite an effort or not,
did not have an impact on its meaninglessness.
The reason why she did it with quite an effort,
was because it was demanded of her,
and not because she needed it to be that.
There was an invisible pressure lurking.
But, even the expression, "invisible" was, yet again,
not suitable for this particular situation.
Well, there wasn't a form. That was true.
But only because it was ever-changing.
Yet, you did get a sense that it could be seen somehow.
In people's smiles. In the tension of the backs.
And in the hesitation, carried through the movements.
In the end, everybody knew.
"Oh, hi there."
That sadness was present in the midst of all the interactions.
Not one person was good at hiding it,
but everyone was good at pretending to not notice.
So, it worked, in the end.
It was just all inescapable.
So the girl muttered.
"Well, that's that..."
And she started to walk on the road paved perfectly straight.
Either way, she knew.
Organization, meant nothing,
I felt my thoughts
It was like a cloud
Producing acid rain
The raindrops eventually fell onto my throat area from the brain
I choked on it
And I could not speak
The tension in my neck then transferred itself onto my chest
And the heartache squeezed into what little security I had
Causing me to scream a cry
"I give up"
But it was a little too late
My legs were shivering
I knew that things would come to an end
For I was as small as an ant's single sweat
I looked down, to admit that I have lost
Then there I saw
A memory shining
Right between my own weakness
There it laid
There, it said to me
I thought it was the glowing, glory
I asked then it was
Only, a dream
But so holy
I thought it was the yawning, sighing
I searched then it was
Kindly, real tears
But so ghostly
I never knew what time it was
Until it became more than one, but us
I didn't know it wasn't a class
But the finally destiny, inside my house
Why do we stay when we need to go?
Why do we cherish what we must throw?
It's just another sound of time
This has gone on for a while
It has always been in silence
And always will be in the future
As we dance in abundance
Poems in Japanese and English