Horizon Lines

Horizon Lines

gray horizon lines
marking off our months and years –
who could ever see?
dreaming styled fantasy
of those on the other side.


A Single Star-Filled Sky

As the darkness sets in I gaze up at the sky,
Wishing I had the ability to fly –
But I don’t even know where it is that you are,
So where would I head, for how long and how far?
The light is fading, and without you I’m stuck here,
But strangely tonight this produces no fear;
Just counting the bombs like I would count passing cars,
Knowing that you and I are now seeing the same stars.

On the other side of the horizon line,
You live in a world that’s no better than mine,
Full of clumsy creatures who act without thinking,
Who commit acts of destruction without even blinking.
They say that two minuses are supposed to make a plus,
So should we let two countries war without making a fuss?
I love you all, but it’s beyond my control –
Humanity is determined to rip apart my soul.

Dozens of years have come and gone,
And here we are at the edge of dawn,
Repeating ourselves like a song on replay,
Crawling desperately toward the end of the day.
The ground cracks open beneath my feet,
You wrap your child in a bloodstained sheet,
They whisper “I’m sorry” and pretend to care,
While celebrating nothing but death and despair.

Gazing at the same sea of stars, you and I,
We wonder how quickly our time will fly,
Praying we’ll live long enough to see
A world where love will be finally set free.
But tonight I understand that it’s only a dream –
One we can’t reach, one still too extreme.
I hoped we would meet in the future some day –
But tonight I am dying, so alone we will stay.

BLURRED EDGES ~for all their days~

to drag their fingers through the sand
trapped in a home that’s not their land
they never could have seen the light of day

just figures forming in the mist
their stories end without a twist
well, no one ever thought that they could stay

but what if we had given them a way?

the promises that they exchanged,
the wins and losses that they gained,
whoever said that was not worth a life?

for all their days of suffering and strife…

diminished seventh

a silent figure sits alone
the ruins of his shattered throne
his hands gracing all he can own
and no one there to watch him.

he strikes a chord and heaves a sigh
and starts to play that famous lie
conceived by those now gods on high
who never cared to watch him.

“No more of this,” he starts to say
but even still his fingers play
a room of spirits start to sway
they blindly cannot watch him.

the song moves on from verse to verse
he protests more, his speech grows terse
he looks around to find his hearse
who ever could have watched him?

shattered, he leaves his soul behind
a man now to his fate resigned
he crosses the border of his mind
with no one there to watch him.

living contradictions

living contradictions

slow seasons turning
they mark off my extra days –
how am I still here?
if to wake up is a lie,
can I not one day refuse?


excerpt from Songs Without End

“You know, I was supposed to die when I was your age.

For some reason I’ve had two extra years… it’s strange.

I should not be alive.”

– Ryū

Entry #13 – 「C.U. Again」 Reflection, Art and Artists

Hey everyone! Kohaku here. I hope you all had a great week. How’s October coming along?

「C.U. Again」 was released this past Monday. How was it? Even though they were equally personal, I feel like the theme in this compilation was more obvious, or at least more tangible, than the theme in 「HIRAETH」. I didn’t really explain the personal aspects of 「HIRAETH」 all that much, but I decided I’d talk about 「C.U. Again」 for a little bit in this week’s journal entry.

Put simply, 「C.U. Again」 is about a person who is the main reason I’m still alive.

I haven’t discussed my journey with depression much on this blog, even though I’ve been open about it from the start. I consider depression as one of the major aspects of my life – it influences the things I do and how I see the world, and this bleeds into my artwork and writing. Anyway, it’s been a wild ride, and I’m not going to go into all of it, just enough to give some context to this compilation.

I was suicidal in middle school and had been going through a bad time since late elementary school, and this person in 「C.U. Again」 saved my life. Without him, I am fairly certain I would not be here today. I also probably wouldn’t be writing. He did a lot for me, and he is no longer here, and so the poems in 「C.U. Again」 are about him in a general sense.

I’m glad I wrote this compilation, even though it didn’t turn out as well as I would have liked. Looking forward, I don’t really have any big writing projects right now. I’m still (slowly) working on the serial pieces like Taiga and Chasing Life With You, but life is getting busier and busier, so I can’t be sure when I’ll finish them. In the meantime, as I said before, I’ll probably mainly be turning out tanka. I also have some visual and musical projects coming up – eventually.

Seriously, why does life get so busy? I wish we all had more time for art. I think the world would be better if there were more artists of all kinds. More art, less war, that’s my policy.

This week, make time for art. It can be anything. Start learning a musical instrument. Do some arts and crafts with your child. Go outside and take some photos of the sunset. Or sit down and write a poem. Really, anything… it will make the world (and your life) better!

Take care of yourselves,

KT