APRIL - MAY 2024 COMPILATION

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CXXI - Peace;
CXXII - Perfect pair;
CXXIII - Early riser;
CXXIV - (A place called) Gensokyo: A brief intro.
CXXV - Love's feathers;
CXXVI - Divine dancer;
CXXVII - Miss you;
CXXVIII - I wish.

CXXI

Peace

With you I feel

So peaceful, comfy and chill.

These wounds of mine, heal

With you my life goes downhill.

And by that I mean

The path looks easier, clean.

Not as falling into destruction, a bad end,

I mean together we ascend, not descend.

You get it now

You are my peace.

My warm sunset picnic together

With you under such lovely weather.

As if sitting under sakura trees

Feeling the refreshing breeze

That comes from sitting next to

An ever flowing river, crystal clear, and blue.

With one another we feel

So peaceful, comfy and chill

Our wounds have healed

The very moment our love became our shield.

CXXII

Perfect Pair

It’s funny how an agnostic man

And a gorgeous gal of God

Found their way to each other, proving love can

Break all rules and Distance’s despairing facade.

The man’s nihilism transformed

Into a healthy absurdism

And the girl’s starless night

Into a beautiful one full of stars quite bright.

No matter the kilometers

Of land that separate these two

Nor the difference in cultures

Their love brings them closer than the atoms that make up me or you.

CXXIII

Early Riser

Time Zones mean nothing

To them who love means all.

Some wake up as early as five in the morning

And no matter how much they’re yawning

They send a message or call

To their beloved risking to asleep fall.

So do the late sleepers

Sometimes to return the favor, while in bed,

They sacrifice hours to read

To their sweetheart, a book, or both.

This is true love, a pure oath.

It is not detrimental however

For they care for each other’s health.

And they both promised

To never put it at risk, and always be honest.

Some days they won’t chat, but still keep

Always safe their love’s wealth.

Should they feel tired they’ll sleep,

And wait to chat later or some other day.

 

CXXIV

(A place called) Gensokyo: A brief intro

Lies hidden somewhere,

Around the Yatsugatake Mountains,

A place quite rare.

They call it,

Gensokyo, the land of illusions,

Or fantasy, that'd also befit.

It's home of Youkai of all sorts,

Humans, spirits, beasts; Also items 

That once forgotten or lost this world imports.

Long ago the Hakurei set a barrier to protect

This fantastic land from 

The Youkai Expansion Project.

Legend has it their people live in isolation, 

And with the outside world,

Have little to no connection.

Its inhabitants have developed 

Their spirituality and

Kept tech slightly underdeveloped.

Sometimes bizarre incidents happen

But they often get solved

By a well-known magician & a shrine maiden.

Should you ever wake in here,

Beware of the Youkai,

Or else in a second you might disappear.

CXXV

Love’s Feathers

I don't judge you,

You turned into this

Against your will.

You died, without a true love's kiss,

Or perhaps violently, perhaps ill.

You got the wrong set

Of wings you deserved,

A beak that doesn't fit your pretty face

But you still conserved

Your humanity, of it there's still trace.

You're beautiful, my dear.

And if I could I'd hug you lovingly

And do anything to make you happy.

For you're no monster, astonishingly,

Just a girl victim from destiny, unlucky and unhappy.

Mu Shuvuu is your name,

If I ever see you around...

Or f you ever find me,

Just follow the sound,

The melody of love, and you'll see...

That there's always someone,

Somewhere, that understands the beasts

For they too have been treated like one,

They'll give your heart the greatest of feasts,

And with that make you feel the curse is undone.

Just so you know,

Even shape-shifting as a demonic bird

You still are beautiful,

And luckily for you, Mu, I mean every word

This poem is for you, written with affection, plentiful.

MAY

CXXVI

Divine Dancer

Appealing, gracefully,

Passionately she dances.

Smooth moves, each executed carefully

Accompanied by a joyful expression, and

Radiant smile, growing as she advances.

Astonishing beauty her kind might possess,

She both gods and men can easily impress.

CXXVII

Miss You

I miss you,

We no longer chat as often

And I fear our feelings might soften 

And vanish in the wind, eventually.

I miss you,

We no longer spend time together 

And I fear of losing you forever 

Due to time passing by.

I miss you,

And knowing you're not as attached to me

As I am to you, I fear our love ceases to be,

Due to feelings withering and dying.

I miss you,

And since I live in constant conflict 

With foes of my closest circle, I fear it might inflict

Damage in our loving relationship.

I miss you,

I need you just as much, and I love you,

But I fear there'll be moment, out of the blue,

In which we give up and choose to part ways.

CXVIII

 I Wish

I wish I were a poet

To write poems about her,

Everyday and night, with no limit;

Gift her verses so loving and passionate.

I wish I were a poet

To bring the sun to her days

When by itself it chooses to rise not.

That'd perhaps, to her, mean a lot.

I wish I were a poet

I truly wish I were a real one but

I lack the skills and motivation,

And alas, yet again I wrote, another literary abomination.

What does it feel like to be a poet?

When will I know if I can be one?

Is it boring or is it fun?

Am I being delusional or dispassionate?

Why am I not yet a poet?

To be a poet, what do I lack?

I know not, but it's time I put the pen down, 

And at last take a step back.