Friday, December 5, 2008

Atmosphere 16 - Eloquant Sources

Mood: Apprehensive
Sound Waves: MOVIN! by Takacha

Park bench

The crack etches of mahogany paint, applied only a few years back, were its only symbols of its integrity for holding a little longer for a century or so. The worksman knew this piece of curvish iron furniture had seen more than a box of fruit ever did. It even had the grandeu view of City Hall, just a few meters away between the lawn-mow friendly patch of snow.

As he observed the ancient artifact's many scars and markings (mainly a permanent heart with teenage love engraved and dents that managed to mar their way through the cold surface), the worker knew it had done its job quite to perfection.

The melancholic cooing of the flock of ruffled pigeons nearby and the scatterbrained chatter of a salad mix of children in their winter clothes was a nostalgic thing to see in this time of year. For one that has only depended on his leather case and silver watch for a mere twenty years, the worksman took in a whiff of the distant dead maple trees, the crushing steps his fancy shoes made in the pure, virgin snow, the foggy precipitation sending warning signals up his erect spine of another permanent day indoors.

The worksman's squinty eyes scanned the park with only the fading feeling of a longer summer, warming his conscious little by little from the ironcast cold.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Atmosphere 15 - Broken Nail

Mood: Angered
Sound Waves: SIX Feelings by Junichi Suwabe

"Besides smiling, name another way people express happiness"

I can make an upside down rainbow 
Burst into candy rain, sweetened with
The exuberance of delightful radiance.
I can share my lungful jubilee
To others around me
And it'll infect them so much, they'll
Cry tears of mirth for trying to resist.
I can communicate my own body to
Signify the felicitous euphoria
Through these limbs of self-control.
Let them break its bonds and let them
Feel what it is meant by the universal shout.
Whatever feeling I have that wants to be heard
I shall make itself known.
Then, there are some that don't even show the inside
Of their spiral-shaped shells, afraid of
What little they can offer.
To receive is to give.
With just gently rocking someone's perseverance,
A world is driven back from a forgiving cause.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Atmosphere 14 - Waste of Emotions

Mood: Kind of Lonely
Sound Waves: Fuyu No Hanabi - Gin Ichimaru & Rangiku Matsumoto

Roses Still Red

How long has it been since the feeling
I didn't want to have, suddenly start
Stuttering and making a complete fool
Out of myself?
I didn't know that the long awaited
Feelings of suffering accusations
Would hurt me this bad
I knew there was something wrong with
The picture consisting of a green
Hearted girl, silver haired boy
I have given away whatever hope I
Had believed I obtained 
Knowing that the dead feeling still
Wants to be noticed.

How selfless can I get?