( ... and I'm not sure I'm completely satisfied with how it turned out. )

There seems to be a majority consensus
That favors people like you.
But you’re too cold.
Your influence is polarizing.
Everything you do is for your own gain.
Your sizeable fan base outweighs my three-thousand.
They all long to be like you,
To fill the world with your face.
Though you lack practical skills
They push still.
Many whom have actually seen you
Met ( Read more... )

( An attempt to compose a song entirely in haiku format. )

Parties are easy to aptly describe.
Invitations are sent out,
People come,
Usually at night.
It goes until everyone passes out
And awakens Monday morning
With a killer hangover.
It is heavily ritualized:
People sit in a circle
Or stand around in clumps
While they drink rum
Vodka and gin and mouthwash,
Liquor from the area
Or shipped in from overseas.
It is ( Read more... )

There is overwhelming courage.
There is practice and support.
Look and see.
They said the government was over,
That it was routine,
Expensive and restrained.
But it was proven,
Especially in the minds of the people,
That there is support for the president
And for those who reform.
Look and see.
The nay-sayers weren’t sure.
They were too far from hope,
But they ( Read more... )

Apparently my sleep, or lack thereof
Is related to tension.
Or maybe not.
After a while I’ll own things,
Have a little money,
Possess a little property.
I’ll stand among them years from now,
Follow their themes.
I’ll come out and
They’ll allow us new material
That will reveal birth.
That will then be called “thought.”

-Mai

( Short and overly dramatic drivel, but hey it's something. )

The last one alive, the last to survive
Forced to watch as my friends faded
Slipped away
One by one
Each alone in the end

I walk quietly through the empty streets
The few that pass me avoid me
Terrified
Vacant eyes stare past me
Am I even here?
I am here.
Alone in the end.

Everywhere I turn I am reminded
Of what I have lost
I tried so hard
So very hard
To keep my ( Read more... )

Ashes and rainfall
Descend gently to the earth
Like despondent snow.

Gentle sakura
Slip to the ground in silence
To obscure my path.

A sprig of green grass
Shoots out from the vast wasteland
Left by the winter.

The flowers gently
Fall to the path before me,
Wafting their sweet scent.

Spring is fast coming.
The flowers are all in bloom
Radiating joy.

-Mai

It’s time to wake up.
Time to turn on the lights and
Take a good look at
Yourself in the mirror.
Can you stand the sight?
Time to kill your soul.
It’s not worth much anyway.
Besides, everyone’s doing it.
All of the cool kids.

Do you understand now?
Can you comprehend it?
Probably not.
The time’s not right.
Not yet.
You bring in the pain and suffering
That ruin ( Read more... )