Endless Lines, Green Paper

[Zei Yue]

~Fate Through Media~
*Inspired by Ayumi Hamasaki's "fated"*

Reaching far back into the forgotten moments of our kindling.
A little movie of a tender touch and kiss, plays on.
How could we forget
The start of this fate?
The beginning flight.

Staring, without words, I pushed your feelings so far away
Unknowing, that you too had grown so far apart.
This new scene of fearless passion
Can sear projection
And change the whole direction

Though when we really think of it,
I know that we can find a new sentiment

[Like laughing.]

And somehow we can get through,
With just another film of our troubles.
Leaving just a trace.

Moving back to the boxes of our endless pictures.
I see how much time we really have spent entwined.
Rushing from the start,
headlong into the grain,
It flashes,
leaving imprints of fate.

Pausing only slightly to the sound of an anguished cry.
Skipping past would only leave an empty shell of love.
Those scenes are true.
And give us a part.
In the moving reel of time.

Grasp lightly a hushed whisper,
It contains the voice of this ambrosia.

[One move on.]

Hold on to a straggled cry,
That truth will always define who we are.
The pair of hearts.

Shifting through the records, looking for the play 'tenderness'.
Clouded by the various acts that define tragedy.
The scene 'love' is fickle.
Unbending to stars.
Timeless acting.
We dance through it together.


Twirling across balconies,
Flight through the pages of photo albums

[Watch closely]

A sifting plain of memories,
Can help us move towards our next beginning.
Can you see that dawn?

Fate has a way of engaging the past to futures.
Love can twist in ways that binds us to be eternally.
These phenomenon intervene just like an aside
Bringing a close
To hidden means

Being with you and looking back on our movies keeps me here.
Seeing how we moved from scene to scene, flawlessly connected.
I stay for a reason.
It’s not just projections
A deeper truth
A movie of days.

[Zei Yue]

~Spring Has Come - Dawning~

Walking down a shady, secluded path
A growing bud peeked from a distant patch of gray
Watching close, I noticed it's emerald hopeful push.

Come with me and feel life in the garden of our dreams

Open up my dear, open up your soothing smile
Face with me this glimmering hope, A new shining drop of faith

Spring has come. Has come to revive our love
A new bud has sprouted to the sun
Listen now to the sound of it's growth.
Can you hear my one true wish for you?

All around I see the new dawning faces
They grow from a place deep in everybody's heart
Reaching for a place in the pearly sky

Look at this and feel it bend, watch as a new spring blossoms

Never fear that dashing pearl, grasp unto your fleeting dreams
reach with soul, reach with heart, reach into that opal sky

Spring has come. Feel the warmth upon your skin
Reach with them and caress your aching heart
See the faces, of the ones like us
They too want to feel the warmth of love.

All around, it blossoms in our souls
Watch the gray come alive with emotion
Spring has come, just like a miracle

The gentle rain shrouds our ethereal bond.

Giving birth to a new and exciting sprout.

This refreshing spring reminds me so much of you

[Zei Yue]

~Hanabi~

A flash illuminates the obsidian sky
revealing a fleeting thought.
A thought filled with an image of that shining sun.
The only warmth in my sky.

The gentle spray of sparks
line the star that has captured my imagination.
And as they fade so does my memory.
What a precious thing to lose.

I clutch my chest
in hopes of a new iridescent pearl.
The dazzling colors streak to my cry
following a long forgotten curve.

On this day of celebration
I look towards the crowd and sense a familiar feeling.
There stands a white dove
washed in the colors of the sky.

In vain, I reach out a tender hand.
Having nothing to fear
My grasp slips through what I thought to be real.
The essence of my nostalgia

In the distance there is a gentle call of my name
but here I have found
what has been soothing my arrival from the beginning.
That sun just beyond my reach.

Those short bursts.
Imitations of what has been felt within my breast.
The ghostly images of a fading star.

And like a star.
The ghosts will play just beyond my own grip.
Bathing me in a dim light of what was a warmth of never ending.

[Zei Yue]

~Rolling Hills, Diamond Rain~

Walked along a nameless, winding path.
searching and dropping my heart
Into the various pedestals of my fellow travelers.

Some left a gentle tear streaking across my soul.
Others pierced the soft flesh of my chest.
And still, there was a small warmth from each of their touch
That bring a soothing brush of life to my journey.

Now, I have decided to sit and look up to the sky,
Asking why such things all have to come to an end.
And as I pull my knees up,
The only answer that comes to me is the diamonds from the heavens.

Except when I really think about it.
I can feel that those gems fall freely from my eyes.
And even in the darkest of nights .
I can tell that in those gems, I am slowly losing everything I have gained.

As the precious stone gather at my feet and seep into the ground.
Giving life to those around me.
There is one that falls in the palm of my outstretched hands.
It's cool and loving substance drifting its way into the roots of my heart.

In its embrace I can see the end of my own gems.
Keeping them to myself and suddenly sharing them with him.
Peering into the mirror of my soul and seeing my heart in his.
I can feel another pillar appear just in my reach.

Even as I feel apprehensive.
I can't stop my self from taking my diamonds and placing them in the ever inviting flame.
but even as I know the familiar sting of this burn.
I can tell that this time the pillar will be the one to lift me higher.
Closer to the sky, so I may drop my own precious feelings to the earth.
To watch the foliage prosper in my light and love.

[yelena]

And I thought I did long poemz.... damnzzz

[Zei Yue]

Monotone Cry

I could say that the sky was full of flowers
That the ground is covered in honey
I could say that the oceans held the secrets to my soul
That the words I spin show my inner truth.

But, my dear, the truth is something that even escapes me
If I say how I feel, then will I not lose it?
If I say how I see, will I not lose my sight?
How long till my words have run dry?

In this shifting plane of fire and ice, creation and destruction
It's hard to say what occurs on a day to day basis.
Perhaps, we could all write our own novels.
Inspire our own fans.
But will we not eventually find a crossroads?

We all say 'unique'
We all say 'change'
We all say 'love'
But if we define these to a simple term
Then will not the magic fade?
The vibrant colors bland?
The tone blend?

If we all cry out at once
It would be glorious, no doubt about that.
But beyond the glory what will we be left with?

[Lewis]

Ohhh I like that last one a lot, do you write them quite quickly?

[Zei Yue]

It actually depends on the mood I'm in. Sometimes it takes me a week to get through one, but most times, I just get inspired and the words flow. I write very stream of conscience.

[Lewis]

That seems to be the same for other members as well, yours is really good though. Keep 'em coming

[Zei Yue]

Settled for Happy

Maybe I'm asking too much, wanting someone who will at least try to understand.
Maybe I'm asking too much, asking for a shoulder to be quiet.
Maybe I'm asking too much, feeling for something that isn't there.
Maybe I'm asking too much, thinking I could also have a best friend
But what will I get for not asking at all?

Saying "I Love You", seems almost second nature to you.
Saying "I Love You", means that I messed up somehow.
Saying "I Love You", should be unsaid, at least that's what I think.
Saying "I Love You", shouldn't be the question.
But saying "I Love You, wasn't something you could do without.

Being there, shouldn't be a promise.
Being there, should be like the seasons.
Being there, shouldn't be my job or yours.
Being there, should be the things we don't have to say.
But being there, was the only thing we could say.

Perhaps you have forgotten, those words that you whispered to me.
Perhaps you have forgotten, that I at least tried to stay.
Perhaps you have forgotten, that we never missed a mile.
Perhaps you have forgotten, that you saw me cry.
Or perhaps you haven't forgotten.
Perhaps the things you haven't forgotten are now locked in that little black box.

Maybe if I forget, every syllable from your lips.
Maybe if I forget, that caress of your skin.
Maybe if I forget, the confusion and regret.
Maybe if I forget, that I could never bring myself to promise.
But that's just not who I am.

It was my decision, yes, but does that mean I should just relish in your joy?
It was my decision, but does that mean I should still bring you smiles?
It was my decision, but you'll still never understand.
It was my decision, then I should just as easily forget, no?
It was my decision because I didn't want you stuck with me.