About a Boy, About a Girl, About a Man, About a World

[JukotoxKanashimi]

I’d like to thank you
For being the scars in my eyes
Tearing at edges that sting
At the mention of such adultery
But only to myself and myself
And me, myself and I

I was not meant to save you
Only now and then to give chase
To nothing but a mere paper waif
because it dances in the wind
and fakes its sheet whiteness
To the likeness of your skin

Did the over-ripeness bear the drama?
Where everything seemed to be
Coupon cut-out till all that was left
was the hammock piled near the door
and the stains of his joke and hearse
Flung carelessly onto the floor
Not knowing if it really was
The fortune-teller with the curse

And I suck it through my nose
The tell-tale signs of rain
Onto the west coast in the summer
I guess from all the salt and pain
Like a butterfly cupped in open hands
You know, a lot of things slip
From a good friend’s hand

Drawn onto lined paper and cracked sidewalks
All in shapes of Y’s and Z’s it’s not,
Never will be the end of the world
Just the end for a boy and his girl
And it’s peeking through the windows
Like that, seeing her with that sort of sadness
One that he can’t erase on the pages of her diary
Blame it on the age the time of only sweet sixteen
But even at 97 it could be just like that
And everywhere in-between

Sleep’s not coming easy and the narcolepsy
It does not slide it falls onto the pillow
Where a fading hand that reminds of autumn
Tries to ease the blade that you twist into your eyes
Think of his hands every time the wind sighs
And blows the leaves around you and on the inside
Maybe this is peace brought but not given
Reaching to the chemical dye was never so hard
But it’s trying that is easy, so remember those
outstretched hands that do not want you to die.

She’s been given she’s been so driven
Out in the parkway waiting for his sign
Patience diverts the cigarette ash
But it still it flies into her eyes
And there’s the burning; feel alive
It happens but it fades, and when,
The guest leaves the tea will get cold

Dearest there’s nothing like a good fling
Like 3 years on and off to the real thing
Where do all your dreams go?
When life gets in the way?
Feel the system of a down
When the wings you grew
Just keep you to the ground


here it is my sequel to my tribute poem "objects in the mirror are closer than they appear". Wow. Much longer. O_O;

Every stanza in this poem is dedicated to person(s) on the pages.

Sincerely,

Paul Faust Dela'cour the VIII

hehe....

[Miyu]

Beautiful, didn't notice the length. Do we get to play guess who, again?

[buttterflies]

ooh ooh i know one!!!! pick me pick me!!!! hehe
as i already told ya....this is one hell of an AWESOME poem, Juko!!!!! :)

[jhanke]

very good poem.. its all so captivating... now tell me who they are for? i couldnt figure it out.


Jen

[Broken Wings]

truly wonderful write Jukoto--such wonderful description within your words
--ummm i'm awful at guessing games--care to help us out here Juko?

[moonflower]

juko this is so beautiful!..i lingered over several lines..contemplating the sheer beauty of them..its a wonderful poem!..

[JukotoxKanashimi]

I’d like to thank you
For being the scars in my eyes
Tearing at edges that sting
At the mention of such adultery
But only to myself and myself
And me, myself and I - Jhanke and Flo


I was not meant to save you
Only now and then to give chase
To nothing but a mere paper waif
because it dances in the wind
and fakes its sheet whiteness
To the likeness of your skin zero


Did the over-ripeness bear the drama?
Where everything seemed to be
Coupon cut-out till all that was left
was the hammock piled near the door
and the stains of his joke and hearse
Flung carelessly onto the floor
Not knowing if it really was
The fortune-teller with the curse - Jade Suede broken wings ?????


And I suck it through my nose
The tell-tale signs of rain
Onto the west coast in the summer
I guess from all the salt and pain
Like a butterfly cupped in open hands
You know, a lot of things slip
From a good friend’s hand -miyu


Drawn onto lined paper and cracked sidewalks
All in shapes of Y’s and Z’s it’s not,
Never will be the end of the world
Just the end for a boy and his girl
And it’s peeking through the windows
Like that, seeing her with that sort of sadness
One that he can’t erase on the pages of her diary
Blame it on the age the time of only sweet sixteen
But even at 97 it could be just like that
And everywhere in-between - Jeff Thief

Sleep’s not coming easy and the narcolepsy
It does not slide it falls onto the pillow
Where a fading hand that reminds of autumn
Tries to ease the blade that you twist into your eyes
Think of his hands every time the wind sighs
And blows the leaves around you and on the inside
Maybe this is peace brought but not given
Reaching to the chemical dye was never so hard
But it’s trying that is easy, so remember those
outstretched hands that do not want you to die. - thief, Heinz, tom, Berlie

She’s been given she’s been so driven
Out in the parkway waiting for his sign
Patience diverts the cigarette ash
But it still it flies into her eyes
And there’s the burning; feel alive
It happens but it fades, and when,
The guest leaves the tea will get cold - Candy cane

Dearest there’s nothing like a good fling
Like 3 years on and off to the real thing
Where do all your dreams go?
When life gets in the way?
Feel the system of a down
When the wings you grew
Just keep you to the ground - Butta

i know i forgot some people....O_O GAH...my brains have been turned into my own green glowing coffee mystery goo...

>.<

oh yeah special thanks to butttaflies my beta-reader...bless her caffeinated hyper soul =]

thanks broken wings for the reply

thank you moonflower your replies are always so nice and articulated...hey i learned a new word...

[Broken Wings]

ah yes yes now i understand--nicely stated--enjoyed the blimp of my inclusion:)

[rlnimages]

cool tribute(s)

richard