Atmosphere 21 - back2back

Mood: A little frustrated and tired
Sound Waves: Loveholic - Sana

Guardian

Thank you for the memories

It was never my decision to begin with

Hold my hand till I need to go

Its just for a short time

~~

It was never my decision to begin with

For now I need to be set free

Its just for a short time

Lets not turn it all into regrets

~~

For now I need to be set free

Life is spent on the earth then we fly

Lets not turn it all into regrets

Someday we'll meet again

~~

Life is spent on the earth then we fly

Hold my hand till I need to go

Someday we'll meet again

Thank you for the memories.

Atmosphere 20 - Polystyrene

Mood: Tired
Sound Waves: None

Puppeteer

With a grunt,
he pulled over the plastic
covering of his lonesome
Cadillac, breathing in the quiet breeze of Spring.
The morning seemed almost perfect.

So long ago did his perfect
wife left with a disgruntled
temper on his 47th Spring.
He handled her like a plastic
doll, with misty
eyes that were lonely.

Now he felt the same loneliness
crawl into his perfect
sales manager skin, mystifying
his conscience into a grunted
mess of plastering
feelings, unable to spring.

She reminded him of poinsettias in Spring,
making her lose her loneliness
of her material plastic
desires. She was the image of perfection.
He remembered only the grumbling
day when she lift like fog's mist.

He tries with all his might to stop the mist
from blinding his eyes. He wanted Spring
to not begin so disgruntled.
How could he when his loneliness
won him out of any perfect
situation? It was the fault of that doll of plastic.

That was a year ago. Now her plastic
eyes greet his with a new kind of mist
covering her sight. She looked like the same perfect
image like before, as if Spring
came early, right on time. He felt the loneliness
lift away, with it, his fury ending in a grunt.

His 48th Spring came, and with a grunt.
he welcomed the perfect angel like a plastic doll.
Again, the lonesome melody emerged from past mists.

Atmosphere 19 - Emoticon

Mood: Excited/Tired
Sound Waves: Yozora No Kawa - Ryoutarou Okiayu

Second Glance

I grow in mind, but not in spirit.
I have grown so diluted, away from the pure
Sense of thinking that gave me strength.
No one's out there to give me resolve
Because the world is so full of pride
That they hold their hearts in defense.

Is it me then? Holding my own in a stone defense
And letting down these dreary spirits?
Or maybe its just my stubborn pride
Not letting it melt to become pure?
I could grasp to the resolve
I tried to make, with this false strength...

No tears have given me enough strength.
No blood has shielded me in defense.
I could only think without resolve
Yet my body is detached without spirit.
I know it's not pure;
It's full of its stubborn pride.

Taking a step at a time, fall back proudly
Away, just to keep full strength.
Why, I ask, am I not pure?
Why can't I let my arms down from defending?
The night can take away my spirits.
The day can take away my resolve.
But only you could take away my strength.

This life is a weakened resolve
Because I am so hateful, too full of pride.
To you, I am now a spirit,
Drifting out of your heart, with little strength.
You have more of a defense
Than I'll ever have with this dirtied purity.

I could try to be in your light of purity
But nothing can be so easily resolved.
I keep these eyes directed down in defense,
Unaware that I'm inflating, burning in pride.
Cheeks burn, stomach flares from too much strength
I have lost contact with your spirit.

My prideful body is broken, without spirit.
I stand defenseless in front of you now, with pure
Intentions in full strength, but fallen without resolve.

Atmosphere 18 - Faring

Mood: Working

Sound Waves: Our "WORLD" - Namikawa Daisuke

Parting

Say goodbye forever

Because hello just isn't enough

Drop down the white surrender flag

Now is the time to bid adieu

Because hello just isn't enough

The whispers scream to bargain 

Now is the time to bid adieu

To a life longed to be regretted

The whispers scream to bargain

For strength, in exchange for loss

To a life longed to be regretted

Stand tall, be brave, move on

For strength, in exchange for loss

Drop down the white surrender flag

Stand tall, be brave, move on

Say goodbye forever

Atmosphere 17 - Phantom Mirror

Mood: Tired

Sound Waves: Your Love Is A Drug - Puffy AmiYumi

Everlong

(Six Words: world, movie, ribbon, wings, metal, blood)

You round me up, you're whirling my world, 

Unfurling like skits from a high-rise movie. 

Your love is like a ribbon,

You lift me up like trying wings, 

Only when I fall, do I collide with metal 

And taste the smell of defeat, blood. 

But you don't let me taste, smell, my blood

Instead you whirl around my world,

Endlessly on the surface of metal.

I feel like a dizzying ballerina in a high rise movie,

Your energy like hopeful wings,

Wrap me around in your love, like endless ribbons.

Don't cut lose this feeling, our strip of velveteen ribbon,

Don't let the feelings gush through like fresh blood.

I don't want to fall with these baby wings

For you are the unborn universe inside, my singing world,

For you remake everything into a perfect movie.

I don't want to feel the cold, harmful surface of metal,

Nor do I want our new life cut into julienne strips of ribbons.

I don't want the director to scream "CUT" in our high-rise movie.

Nor want to spread this love through tainted blood.

It would break me, my world

It would tear, unleavened these immature wings.

I want to keep this memory, unfolding like sleepy falcon's wings,

It has comforted me from the winter cold of industrial's metal

I want you to hold me like you hold your eyes amongst the world

Like tying the knot to your to-be's yellow ribbon

I want to shed tainted blood

I want to be your supporting actress in your high-rise movie.

This isn't like skits from a low-budget movie

It is more like whitened angel's wings

It's not dripping to the rim with your blood

Its tasting more sweeter than metal.

I want to be entangled in this love ribbon

I want to be your world.

From the metal surfaces, I make you my world.

I don't want wrathful blood shed in our high-rise movie

We can soar with these ribbon-less, trying wings.

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.

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.