Saturday, December 30, 2017

Tears by Paul Homes

Emotions wet trail
Of laughter or grief, often
A mixture of both.

Friday, December 29, 2017

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself. - Andy Warhol

Even Roses Do by James Fraser

Wind beaten, lashing
Against such, beauty still shows
Even Roses strive

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Cinderella's shoe,
I placed it back on the shelf
and left in chagrin.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Light pulsing warmly [what]
Through a stranger's foggy glass -- [where]
Christmas Eve's twilight [when]

Saturday, December 23, 2017

From Kotonoha no Niwa

なるかみの, すこしとよみて,
A faint clap of thunder,
さしくもり,
Clouded skies,
あめもふらぬか,
Perhaps rain will come.
きみをとどめむ?
If so, will you stay here with me?

なるかみの, すこしとよみて,
A faint clap of thunder,
ふらずとも,
Even if rain comes or not,
わはとどまらむ,
I will stay here,
いもしとどめば。
Together with you.

- Man'yōshū vol. 11, verse 2514 - 2513,

The chocolates I've
eaten as a kid are too
sweet as an adult.

Friday, December 22, 2017

A cacophony that
can scare an elephant.
I hate being sick.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Christmas and New Year's,
 Wishing you best of the best!
Happy holidays!

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Cigarette embers
Swirl in the brisk night sky
Joins winter's crystals

Sunday, December 17, 2017

All is but a none,
As if lightweight but headfirst.
A bone? Lily da.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Wide-eyed and glazed over
How deep in thought they all think
As I'm lazy to

Friday, December 15, 2017

Being in the snow
With snowflakes on hair and scarf
I want to be there

The wrinkles you give
Does not compare to wisdom
Both am glad to have

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Couch, so soft and warm,
Intimately cradles me.
My perfect boyfriend.

Christmas lights so bright
On my couch with aches and pain
My second snow fall

Monday, December 11, 2017

Finger pads so soft 
Then there goes a squeeze and drag
Then there goes a *snap!*

砕けても砕けてもあり水の月 - Chōshū

The moon in the water;
Broken and broken again,
Still it is there

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Listen, falling snow
Deafening as they all fall/fly
Whilst I still hover/wander

Passive with your ways
Passionate from miles away
I can't blame you now
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Maira Gall