Hardly Poetic

Under the Fig Tree

kid fuji — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 23:53:33 +0000

Under the fig tree,
We grew apart,
Shadows faded in shadows shade.

Good Nap

kid fuji — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 19:35:19 +0000

Wake up to the sight of love,
So the tears can taste sweeter,
So the heart can bleed less,
So the mind can rest at ease…

Love Story [Inked]

kid fuji — Sun, 27 Jun 2010 02:00:20 +0000

I will write you into this life,
Into my heart and soul,
With the pen used by the heavens to create humanity,
So that you might stand by me,
Stand with me,
And love me…
Whole heartedly,
You’re character will piece together my broken puzzle,
Filling in voids,
Mending what’s been trampled,
Stabilizing what is now weak,
Completing all that has been unfinished within me.
To laugh,
To cry,
To yell,
To console,
To live,
When the story gets told,
We’ll know it was us that wrote it,
That we fulfilled our destiny,
That the ink spilled was not in vein,
And all the intricacies,
Every nuance,
Was meant to lead us to this point,
With every falsely accounted broken heart,
Each step taken without a partner by our side,
Every piece of drama with people we thought were worth it,
We built our chapters,
Completed our story,
And began a new story as two not one.

Commentary:

There are times when I look at my reflection and wonder what’s wrong with me, why I can’t find a girl to love and to love me back. Sometimes I wish I could write a script or a story and write her into my life. I normally don’t do commentary, but this time I feel that I need to. People have been bugging me about finding a girl and getting started on a relationship and it’s bugging me. It’s not that I don’t want a girlfriend and a stable long lasting relationship, but I can’t because my hearts not in it right now. There was a point in time when I wanted a girlfriend so badly and people could tell… EVERYONE could tell, but now I just want to live and let things come what may, I still want a girlfriend, but I’m not on the hardcore search for her anymore.

You Are So Fine

kid fuji — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:18:59 +0000

Angels,
Voices I hear,
Turn to the heavens,
I shed a tear.
I see you leave me,
Breaking every single promise,
Floating away I don’t think you were honest,
Telling me lies of never letting go,
Naïve I was to not actually know,
Ignorant,
Young,
Stupid I was,
But things went and changed,
I realized the truth,
As hard as it was I still grit my tooth,
Coming to terms,
My soul still yearns,
That you never leave my side,
Angel of mine.

The Waking Up Is The Hardest Part

kid fuji — Mon, 31 May 2010 13:31:54 +0000

Sometimes I wonder if I could ever be known,
Just for the writing of a simplistic poem,
Writings on the walls,
Of my heart beats and heart stalls,
Every emotion that rises and falls,
Ink that’s been spewed over broken promises and told lies,
Wishes that have been wished on by shooting stars in the skies,
Dreams that have come true and ones that have been broken,
Words eaten up and left unspoken,
Nights to remember and nights to forget,
Dog days of summer when two love birds first met,
Stories written of fairytale fiction,
Truths of pain and mental self affliction,
Memories created,
Pictures painted,
Some things good and others tainted,
Sleepless nights with tossing and turning,
Eyes wide open, blood shot and burning,
Alcohol sipped on and drenched in the system,
Doubts of whether I could ever out match him,
Questions asked and never answered,
Questions asked and regretfully answered,
Realization of times to move on,
Understandings of the right to be wrong,
Discovering that which is heaven sent,
Searching for your sentiment,
Interrupted trains of thought,
Novelties high and soon to drop,
Fighting for the possibility of not being looked over,
Another year past and another year older,
Everything on the table and up for grabs,
I’ve written about it all I’ve been keeping tabs,
All throughout I’ll never be known,
Just for the writing of a simplistic poem.

Old Times’ Sake

kid fuji — Sun, 30 May 2010 18:07:03 +0000

Let’s take it back for old times’ sake,
Reminisce about the past,
Remembering back then,
Taking it back all the way when,
I was a chubby little Asian kid around the age of ten.
Rewind to the age of easiness of living,
Before life stammered,
Before the stresses gathered,
Before anything else outside of having fun ever mattered,
I want to take it back for old times’ sake.
Back in the day when there wasn’t so much vanity,
Before facebook and twitter,
The want for glitz and glitter,
The need to be sexy, in shape and fitter,
And how could I forget,
The temptation for our bank accounts to exponentially get bigger.
Back in the day before the cell phone equaled status,
When there was no hierarchy built for technological access,
When making face-to-face conversation didn’t pierce like a knife,
And ringtones didn’t constantly interrupt us through life,
Beeping of text messages rolling on out,
Buzzing of text messages rolling on in,
Status updates filling a constant void,
Social upbringing sort of destroyed,
I want to take it back for old times’ sake.
Replay the times when popularity meant nothing,
Relevance was deemed on the basis of actually achieving something,
Before puberty and hormones,
Before the need for school loans,
Before fear of the unknowns,
I want to take it back for old times’ sake.
Listening to rap music, rock and pop,
Dancing around the house cause I couldn’t stop,
Happy go lucky,
Singing though sucky,
It never mattered cause I was actually happy,
No work to be done,
No errands to run,
Saturday morning cartoons,
Sundays sleeping in till noon,
Long weekends at the cottage,
Fishing on lake with the loons,
I want to take it back for old times’ sake.
Travel back to times less intense,
Lack of issues with self,
Lack of need for wealth,
No need for impressing,
No need for Depression,
Where no dramatic accounts would come into question,
No troubles that way heavy on top of your shoulder,
No worry about being another year older,
Being drunk off life instead of letting alcohol take over,
Searching the field for that one four leaf clover,
I want to take it back for old times’ sake.
Sitting in a circle playing truth or dare,
Wasting the times but no one would care,
End of the school year water gun fights,
Sleepovers that turned into sleepless nights,
Slurpies and slushies from Mack’s and Daisy Mart,
Brain freeze after was probably the best part,
Rollerblading the streets of my old neighbourhood,
Summer rolled by so fast and I never understood,
But now I know why,
Cause those days were great,
18 years in one place,
The memories bring a smile to my face,
I want to take it back for old times’ sake.

There’s Nothing Left to Write

kid fuji — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 01:30:29 +0000

One step forward,
Two steps back,
Half point of a half point,
I’m stuck between the lines,
And I can’t seem to get in sync with the times.
No future,
No past,
I’m moving slow but moving fast,
With no immediate effect,
No blend for contrast,
And this little poem,
Is going to be my last…
R.I.P.
Hardly Poetic.

Answer me This

kid fuji — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 20:26:24 +0000

I realize I have bricks to lay,
Structuring a form,
Firmly standing on solid ground,
Housing my insatiable appetite for answers.
Answers for purpose,
Answers for meaning,
Answers for reason,
Answers for belonging.

Break my Fall

kid fuji — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 13:39:42 +0000

I’m addicted to falling,
So let me fall,
No security net,
No harness,
Just me,
Along with my thoughts,
Falling…

What if I said No with a Smile?

kid fuji — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 13:06:02 +0000

Duplicity,
I stand before you,
Speaking lies through clenched teeth,
Smiling as I swallow the little bit of pride I own.
I allow you to be boisterous,
As I silently shrink under your unwarranted authority,
Receiving reassurance,
That my opinions,
Stay true to my thoughts.