Pomum GranatumWhen I was eightPomum Granatum by KichouTenshi
I ate six of those crimson seeds,
pressing each one with my tongue
to the roof of my mouth,
one by one, crushing them
and letting the juices run.
Sharp acidic tartness
intertwined with stinging sweetness
while I listened to the bitterness
soaked in the words my parents flung
like fists as they broke
each other’s hearts in the next room.
Separation coupled with Anxiety
made me assume that it was my doing
that led to him shooing
me away to her in the heat of June
and she hurrying me back to him
on the cold howling winds of December.
And soon it was a given that I would receive
scorching hot words like burning ember
from my mother in the suffocating, smoldering summer
and nothing but ice, frigid, raw and freezing
from the empty stare of my father
who could hardly bear to be near me.
And I wished to be swept off into a fairytale,
away from the pockmarked empty shell
that used to hold more than six
shinning seeds, colored deep like blood,
that glistened like gems
Meeting at the HorizonHey sky boy, my boy,Meeting at the Horizon by KichouTenshi
don’t fly away.
Please, stay one more hour
one more day
‘til Tuesday or Sunday
and maybe someday
we won’t have to be so far away.
Hey earth girl, my girl,
don’t cry today.
I don’t know what to do
to ease the ache of loneliness.
I’ll light the stars for you, my love
a sea of lanterns in the night,
each one burning bright
with the single wish to hold you tight.
Hey sky boy, my boy,
with silver hair of tempest waves
crashing over golden eyes,
did you see my note beneath
the cherry trees?
A thousand blossoms, flutter
towards dew-drop grass, a field
of snow, softly pink,
their sweet fragrance
rising through clouds
and melting in air.
Hey earth girl, my girl,
my lovely bright-eyed girl,
whose dreams outlast
the breath of evergreens,
no more waiting
under the willow tree
upon the hill of everlasting spring
where our love took root.
Tonight, I’m falling
through the sky,
Welcome to the New AgeAlyss glanced at the corner of her semi-transparent I.C. screen where the digital clock gleefully reminded her that she was trapped in art class for fifty-two more painfully long minutes. Across from Alyss, a porcelain -faced girl with sky blue hair and matching lipstick complained from behind her own personal floating screen, “I don’t get why Mulland gives us so much work. I’ve got way more important things to do than worry about his stupid ‘creativity exercises’.”Welcome to the New Age by KichouTenshi
“Like what?” Alyss asked as she slapped random web images together on her screen to form a morphed picture of a mewing kitten with majestic eagle wings flung out in flight. Something inside her stirred, shifting a blank feeling out of the way. Perhaps Jessica would say something worthwhile.
“Like life, Alyss, duh,” Jessica answered, rolling her violet-tinted eyes as her fingers darted across her screen, answering a multitude of friend update