Submissions by hanagara
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am ignorant. I'm a Japanese who doesn't want to cure ignorance.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Dec 2019 2:41am
26th Dec 2019 2:41am
For blue
For example, your subjectivity which considers me selfish and the true objectivity in the field.
This "face" is a cube,
I'm happy if you stare at me, even cubes form green or blue,
If you and I can hug each other.
I do not hate even if make you dream to me.
Flower worried about "what is beautiful?", And this flower is abducted.
The flowers despair on the flowers, rescuing some of the color of the Konjiki.
Received the harshness of shining, gently wrapped in own golden color.
I don't say I don't need...
This "face" is a cube,
I'm happy if you stare at me, even cubes form green or blue,
If you and I can hug each other.
I do not hate even if make you dream to me.
Flower worried about "what is beautiful?", And this flower is abducted.
The flowers despair on the flowers, rescuing some of the color of the Konjiki.
Received the harshness of shining, gently wrapped in own golden color.
I don't say I don't need...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#memories
303 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Dec 2019 8:38pm
15th Dec 2019 8:38pm
That is love
That is love,
that's Buddha scold, recorder on genitals that became ashes, boy and girl singing in a chorus, if or drowsily maiden's leg that such appearance, alzheimer and cheering
from such a ray.
Your sigh,
The sigh, the acting and lies that mourn your beautiful heart. But purplepotato who celebrates the hope of others without hope. You thought you something is strange.
Her lies,
A woman's lie is a hymn to those two. That modest threats than (poetry)
that's Buddha scold, recorder on genitals that became ashes, boy and girl singing in a chorus, if or drowsily maiden's leg that such appearance, alzheimer and cheering
from such a ray.
Your sigh,
The sigh, the acting and lies that mourn your beautiful heart. But purplepotato who celebrates the hope of others without hope. You thought you something is strange.
Her lies,
A woman's lie is a hymn to those two. That modest threats than (poetry)
#anger
#dark
353 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Dec 2019 7:40am
2nd Dec 2019 7:40am
hands
hello, dragon.
I saw your scales one by one
Pink on the left
Right blue
And I can't choose red
Late
Lete
Already
Can flow go anywhere
I can't tell anything
Use symbols to Hiragana collapses
Urine leaks when I scold something
The world is difficult, but no matter where I go
A lonely that blooms
That's good too loneliness and river !
That's good too the figure that flies ! ...
I saw your scales one by one
Pink on the left
Right blue
And I can't choose red
Late
Lete
Already
Can flow go anywhere
I can't tell anything
Use symbols to Hiragana collapses
Urine leaks when I scold something
The world is difficult, but no matter where I go
A lonely that blooms
That's good too loneliness and river !
That's good too the figure that flies ! ...
#strength
377 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2019 11:14pm
1st Dec 2019 11:14pm
Health diary
Good morning. It's raining today.
It's a lot of heavy but I'm fine today.
The reason is miso soup with plenty of vegetables and rice I've been eating for a long time.
The staple food improves your skin.
Recently, rice is eaten with attention to medicinal meal（薬膳）,
I am getting more efficient.
Just as the unconsciousness in the human mind draws harmony (is it an unconscious universe?)
Every time your meal what you want your body will be clean and nourish.
the story jumps...
It's a lot of heavy but I'm fine today.
The reason is miso soup with plenty of vegetables and rice I've been eating for a long time.
The staple food improves your skin.
Recently, rice is eaten with attention to medicinal meal（薬膳）,
I am getting more efficient.
Just as the unconsciousness in the human mind draws harmony (is it an unconscious universe?)
Every time your meal what you want your body will be clean and nourish.
the story jumps...
#earth
#universe
#fire
602 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2019 11:03pm
29th Nov 2019 11:03pm
Pointless my
I see a dream.
The mountains that I can see, from my orange factory ,
There is a tree that doesn't sway, draw a black line.
It makes round and round my head tremendously.
A ruler and a steelyard are placed on the desk.
There is a big window,
My favorite star poster on it,
light comes from the gap.
The TV shows a salad of spinach and macaroni.
The road is outside and the car runs.
I see a dream.
but the dreams in the notepad have no sound,
breathe and...
The mountains that I can see, from my orange factory ,
There is a tree that doesn't sway, draw a black line.
It makes round and round my head tremendously.
A ruler and a steelyard are placed on the desk.
There is a big window,
My favorite star poster on it,
light comes from the gap.
The TV shows a salad of spinach and macaroni.
The road is outside and the car runs.
I see a dream.
but the dreams in the notepad have no sound,
breathe and...
#loneliness
#respect
450 reads
13 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Nov 2019 5:34am
28th Nov 2019 5:34am
Flame and flower
I hate it, saying that ugliness is not disgusting. I seek a range of beauty so that it does not fall out of poetry.
that is,
we will be sad or joyful, the golden rord that we can step on, even have heart less.
Even if you are lonely, the body is on the
path of the wey the continuation of music sounds.
Ah, they are all stretched out in this my body, so beat this my heart.
Anguish, fragrance, music, beauty, barance placed inside the heart,
the human face is complexity is over.
All the beauty throw away once,...
that is,
we will be sad or joyful, the golden rord that we can step on, even have heart less.
Even if you are lonely, the body is on the
path of the wey the continuation of music sounds.
Ah, they are all stretched out in this my body, so beat this my heart.
Anguish, fragrance, music, beauty, barance placed inside the heart,
the human face is complexity is over.
All the beauty throw away once,...
#frustration
451 reads
3 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Nov 2019 1:01am
27th Nov 2019 1:01am
Mehishiba2
I remember breathing out that you always wanted to laugh with a spatula, similar to neglect for mothers,
I decided to keep despairing and silence, and I wouldn't move forward, so I decided to slam this failure story.
I will remember you.
You don't have to remember that.
You "I'm literary because I'm mentally ill.After all, I'm living my silent life.“
I "Are you still tinged with flowers?
Don’t you hate it?“
The red heavy air got into me, and I've gone to you because I haven't been able to...
I decided to keep despairing and silence, and I wouldn't move forward, so I decided to slam this failure story.
I will remember you.
You don't have to remember that.
You "I'm literary because I'm mentally ill.After all, I'm living my silent life.“
I "Are you still tinged with flowers?
Don’t you hate it?“
The red heavy air got into me, and I've gone to you because I haven't been able to...
#anger
#hate
#greed
772 reads
5 Comments
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