Shinkai

somequickthing:

It sinks to the depths.

Rushing in like birdsong
to empty ears, the waves
are a starved creature
grown anxious with age
and impotent with rage.
The jealous granddad.
He snaps happiness like twigs:
strands of warmth float down
from the sun’s outstretched eye,
falling like feathers into
the deep-sea currents
where they shudder and die.
A blue summer,
unfriendly to the newcomer.
Cheap funeral site.

In lieu of flirting with caution,
a gust of wind scratches the surface
with an open hand,
a last wave to solid land.
It sinks to the depths.

It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m having the strangest, most wonderful experience I’ve ever dreamed of having! I don’t need to search for it when it’s happening right here!

ドキドキするでしょう？

Yuki vs. Asakura

Reignstorm

somequickthing:

I.

You were fashioned from dust
As the worms on your forebears,
A king not patient nor just
But the stuff of nightmares:
Binding with shackles,
Guarding with jackals.
Cities step back
As the madman cackles.

—And sure as dusk gives way to night,
He, too, will someday cease to fight.

II.

You, a lady of fluttering faith,
Dripping with lies and subterfuge,
As silent and silky as a wraith
But unable to fend off the deluge:
Sore and bitter,
Soon to skitter.
Easy on the eyes
But a heavy hitter.

—And sure as dusk gives way to night,
She, too, will someday faint from fright.

III.

Your aura is a roaring blaze
That could overtake the sun—
Though curiously, your gaze
Is a soft and tender one:
Careful and kind,
Clearly inclined
To be true to what
Is on your mind.

—But sure as dusk gives way to night,
He, too, will someday dim his light.

IV.

You are watchful as the skies.
Hawk on one arm and dove on the other,
You’re the endless and loving eyes
That all the mortal ones call Mother:
Never fleeing,
Always seeing.
Yet not a thought
For your own wellbeing.

—And sure as dusk gives way to night,
She, too, will someday lose her sight.

V.

King and
Queen and
Knight and
Pawn,
Where will
We go
When you
Are gone?

Paternity Test(iness)

somequickthing:

when I was a girl
I misspoke
got called out on it
and my heart broke
like Grandma’s old vase
that we knocked over
and couldn’t replace

so that day the universe
all went still
just ‘cause God likes
to fuck with my head
when he has time to kill
speaking through Mom’s mouth
with stiff words like
“that’s not your name”

(‘cause I guess I’d thought
that their dad and mine
were one and the same)

and I swear up and down
that I’m fine with it now
but
wow
one day God’ll get his
when I strive to make him feel
as watery as I did that day
by breaking the news
that he’s not real

I’ve sort of got a thing for girls with ponytails.

“Live Alive”

“The Day of Sagittarius”