[Poetry] To All Those Who Could

Title: To All Those who Could
by, Black-Haired Girl

His face was the strong one.
They were immature and child-like
but he was wise - this he did despise.

How can I relate to those who want nothing?
How can I plea for those who don't listen?
Fun and games lasts only so long.

And I can't - he thought.
And I won't - he said.
And I'm done - he died.

She was a broken puzzle in a shredded box
bright green eyes and dark red locks
sensual smile she didn't know she possessed-
seduction was her nature. It would never rest.

She couldn't help but smile
at everyone, and all the while
they abused her name. Tarnished her spirit.
Her self control pushed to the limit...

Why me? - she thought.
Make it stop - she said.
I must end this - she died.

It was a soul without direction
tethered to the ground and choked by limitation.

Ideas constantly restrained.
Society must retrain this soul with inappropriate goals.

Freedom - it thought.
Another chance - it said.
Let me think - it died.

[Poetry] Untitled

Unititled
by, Black-Haired Girl


I close my eyes
and count to three...
I let this feeling take hold of me.
Is there more to life than this?

I felt nothing but now I feel so much
a pain that stings within my chest
at the thought of times long past-

It has been years. Trust, it says,
My throbbing heart.
Trust someone for once.

Surrounded by people, are you ever lonely?
That smile, it fades away on occasion
and this hidden pain plays clearly within your eyes.

I see it. Do they?
Not that it matters.
Trust, it says... my hurting soul.

Hesitation comes with all of this.
Maybe this is some sort of sick attachment?
Maybe my replacement became tiresome and old?

Am I just something to distract you?
Am I just an old, surfacing bad habit?
Am I just that horrid disease, that bad addiction- that keeps coming back?

A mistake? Maybe.
A risk? Definately.
A feeling? ---- completely.

[Poetry] Harmonic Discourse, Tokyo City

Title: Harmonic Discourse, Tokyo City
by, Black-Haired Girl


Bright lights and neon signs
staggered skyscrapers, vertical lines
electricity pulses, broken sources
the fluid threat of foreign benefit.

Traditional village plunged between
big business and the new world scene
A shrine for the ages,
it surpasses space and time.

Crowds that flood with rivers of blood
a city alight with hope and insight
an architectural kingdom born upon
the feudal warrior, a sword, the sun.