The Ghost that never dies

Heyyyy yoooo! It’s ya girl aegyo-chan!

It’s been a white, huh? My bad, my bad! But hey, as long as I have emotions, I doubt I will stop making poetry. XD

Hope you’ve all been doing good. About to finish my year of study in Japan. Hence the last poem and the sad undertone to it. Dedicated to one of my best friends and my brother, both of who I don’t want our fun times to end. Augh it’s already been a year.

Fastest year of my life, and here I thought it would drag on.

What does the future hold? Lately I’ve been wondering that. Oh, sorry, you don’t know the answer either, well you’re not alone. We just have to trust in God, though it’s easier said than done.

In the end, he is the only friend who will stay by our side,

if we so will it.

Soooo anyways, catch you all later, next time I post a poem. Could be tomorrow, could be next week, could be next year, I like to keep you on your toes. 😉

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Aegyo-chan

Life is a day

Life is a hello without warning.

a stranger who you see everyday

they are nothing to you, but a face

a person, but not your person. 

Life is a shared interest.

something small that draws you together

and you never expected yourself to be

as alike as this stranger. 

Life is laugh after laugh.

doing that same silly nod at the same silly time

being piggy-backed around the classroom

with this new friend. 

Life is learning you don’t know people.

and you found out your friend is complex

with many hopes and many struggles

so you wish to help them in what comes next.

Life is that little fight you had.

you never meant for it to happen

but somehow the words slipped out

close souls are bound to clash. 

Life is walking beside each other. 

everywhere you go they are there too

and they fill your head up with new ideas

they fill the empty space that used to exist. 

Life is like a year that goes by in a day.

and people cannot stay in one spot

or they will die

so I must say goodbye to this hand I hold 

until we meet again. 

promise we will meet again

because i’m terrified that

this is the End;

Jackets that fell, jackets of fall

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I woke up and Fall was here. 

Naptime eyes remembered the

touch of light clothes in a

summer breeze, blowing

responsibility and dark clouds away.

Neverending heat, 

laziness and comfort,

until the west breeze came under my skin,

so tired my eyes exclaimed that I 

had to rest. 

I arose, the sky casting farewells

and there it was

like I remembered in some faraway dream that came

every year. 

Rustling coos of the turning leaves, 

where one thing can become something else entirely,

so brings the wave of change

where will that leave me?

Humans too bring back their old jackets

sometimes they need to go out and buy more

clothes, in order to keep warm with the 

change. 

I go out and ask the trees who have shared

this summer with me,

ask them before they fall, before they leave, 

If we as humans have changed?

In reply, short and courteous, 

“The moth comes when it needs to feed, but after the ripping comes the patching, and then the new, and the old jacket is hung.”

I come home, 

pull open my closet,

my jacket has many patches

there’s not much room for more,

I pull it on, the cloth clinging

too tightly.

Rough with age.

Yet, each stain held

tenderly in my eyes.

But there was no denying

it was outgrown. 

Its eyes were ready to close

In memories. 

I guess it’s time 

to find another

quiet campus

Heyyy mina! Do you know what it’s like to go from a brimming campus to one so eerily quiet? Now that most of my college classes are online, the campus is pretty empty and it’s so different. This poem is about my experience with this change.

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quiet campus

3:00

ghost of a 

brimming parking lot

no voices

no footsteps

one person goes by

no people chatting

on benches that cry

classrooms

abandoned and 

still

have I entered

a world in the mirror

this isn’t the campus

of memories dear

the scraping silence

the sound of space

no breathing

no heart

pace

is it chilling 

does my skin scream

or is it a dream

a dream

a

dream

What if I can’t stop loving you?

Heyy mina, long time no see! Sorry about disappearing off the face of the earth, you know how that is sometimes. But I’m here in Japan at long last! My dream came true, and currently typing this as I listen to one of Okinawa’s famous typhoons haha. Anyway, today is apparently my 6-year anniversary on this website, what a coincidence. Well, here’s a new poem that may or may not be based on real life experiennceee, ok so it is. Here you go. XD

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What if I can’t stop loving you?

I was happy by myself and then you came

now you’re here but far away

and I have to tell my heart “be quiet.” 

What if our memories are connected by glue?

Every little thing reminds me of you

but you didn’t feel the same so now what

I have to tell my feelings to stop

but the brain has no power here. 

What if you’d said ‘yes’?

Maybe that’s scarier than ‘no’ 

my entire life would change and I

wouldn’t be able to predict the future then.

What If I can’t stop loving you?

But I must pretend for our friendship

still everything you do makes me smile

and crushes my heart all the while. 

A doll’s mouth

If I spoke my mind,

Oh how you would despise me. 

You call me a friend and I call you mine

But the truth is harder to find

If you are truly mine, 

My beliefs would not upset you, I find. 

I’ve played the doll

Blink and smile

Let them talk their mouths awhile

While I am shunned in silence, 

My opinion doesn’t matter 

Unless it’s theirs. 

So an old lady asked me why

I never have an opinion of my own

I smiled and laughed with a shrug.

You don’t want to hear my opinion

You want a pair of ears

Someone to kick

But I let them kick me,

I let them pull my strings,

Try to sew their seeds inside my fabric,

It doesn’t work. 

If I was a doll that could talk

Oh, what I would say. 

So much that would give you chills. 

Because I don’t choose my morals from the media. 

Oops, did I say that aloud? 

My bad.

So much I would say if I had the guts. 

But I want to be loved, 

So I let them dig their needle into my lips–

Sewing it shut. 

But I’m tired of that

So

Let the stuffing fly

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Greetings, minasan from Japan! Yep, that’s right, she’s finally living it up here– but mostly studying Japanese haha! Hope you liked my poem, and if you didn’t, too bad for you. Sorry sorry, just trying to assert myself more. I feel like I’ve lost myself drowned in other people beliefs, not allowed to express my own, so now I want to do that, and If I lose half my friends, they weren’t real friends to begin with . Stay cool cats, kekekekekeke