Disclaimer: This poem is not a suicidal poem. A reader found the poem offensive. He didn’t know that I was being sarcastic. People do read things differently. I was trying to emphasize the coldness of winter. I guess I fail as a poet. I hope his “God” will pardon his impoliteness.
I stood by the train.
Wind is blowing.
Engine is rumbling.
It’s cold, very cold.
Two scarves unfold.
Just wrap it around me
and turn me into a
I draw a line.
Dot dot dot…
Then a child took form.
She wants to play.
Catch the stars, if you can.
She reaches for it, but it keeps drifting
Maybe in space, we can both play.
I hate any word associated with death, hospitals and illness. Death all around is what I see lately. Technology kills the babies. Where are the summer days of youth, when we laid down on the green grass, staring at blue sky, licking ice cream cone? When I had hope that the world will become better, but is it really better?
History reads like a horror story. It’s all craziness. Then came cartoons. It taught kids to fight evil and become strong, but are we really fighting evil at this age in time? Are we just all hopeless narcissists who can’t handle the truth? We are small, very small.
When I was 5, inside the classroom, I had hope staring at the poster of a globe with people of all colors holding hands. We had dreams. Big dreams. Thought humanity was making progress. What happen to those days?
It’s lawless now or is it just that Mom made everything felt so safe that I didn’t think twice about how mad the world is.
Gloomy sky all the time. Lover of flesh always die.
If you want a friend just connect to Lain. Place the cursor over the email icon. Then click twice to open link. Do you have a message? Who is it from?
I am just conscience
without a body.
Nice to meet you.”
If you iron your thoughts,your reality will appear to make sense. Put words in a dress and yet the meaning is still hidden. Eyes can see everything and yet still blind.
Just delete bad memories if you don’t want to remember. Just delete yourself if you don’t want to exist. Even if we delete ourselves, we are still connected.
This is a free verse/doodling for the animated series Serial Experiments Lain. What possessed me to watch it? Somehow, I remember an old chat friend telling me this was his favorite anime. He once said, “All you need is one person to believe in you.” I disagree. Actually, the only person you need to connect with is yourself. Once you are in tuned with yourself, then you can connect with others in a healthy way.