The Wind

Drifting
The wind is slowly drifting
Over my body
My soul
and mind.
It tickles
and refreshes
to a point of pure satisfaction.
Oh I embrace you
But to no avail
Because you always slip away.

いろは

色は匂へど（いろはにおえど)
散りぬるを　（ちりぬるを）
我が世誰ぞ　（わがよたれぞ）
常ならむ　（つねならむ）
有為の奥山　（ういのおくやま）
今日越えて　（きょこえて）
浅き夢見じ　（あさきゆめみじ）
酔ひもせず　（えいもせず）

Even the blossoming flowers
will eventually scatter
who in our world
is unchanging?
The deep mountains of vanity --
we cross them today
and we shall not see superficial dreams
nor be deluded.

The Iroha (いろは) is a Japanese poem, probably written in the Heian era (AD 794–1179). Originally the poem was attributed to the founder of the Shingon Esoteric sect of Buddhism in Japan, Kūkai, but more modern research has found the date of composition to be later in the Heian Period. The first record of its existence dates from 1079. It is famous because it is a perfect pangram, containing each character of the Japanese syllabary exactly once. Because of this, it is also used as an ordering for the syllabary.

*from wikipedia*

No More

It seems that when it comes to love, I don't get what I want. I'm always the one begging, always the one on my knees. But I don't want to be that girl anymore. I don't want to be one who gives everything for nothing in return. Time and time again, I have ripped my heart out and served it on a silver platter to the one I love. But I won't do it anymore. No more cutting into my chest and opening the same wounds from before. No more giving what I do not receive. Because it's just too hard. Just too painful. And the pain serves no purpose for me. No purpose except to make me want to die. That's no good, now is it?

Again and Again

And the hurt has come again
Like a knife in the back
Unexpectedly piercing
I should have known
It wouldn't last
Cause nothing really lasts
Nothing is forever
Even when you tell yourself it is.
It's lies
Lies to make you feel better
Lies to make you content with bullshit
And lies to hide you.
And when you're found out
And when the mask is removed
You're left naked in the spotlight
Crying alone in front of a cold world
Who doesn't care.