Human Colors

Human Colors

Face gone pale

Skin runs cold

I sing a young tale

From lips feeling old

Of a recent reflection

On my time here

My life as a projection

And all I've learned

As my body shakes

And my mind unsheathes

Worlds collide

And images breathe

All before an atmosphere of blue

People have gone too fast

Approach too slow

Nothing ever lasts

Long enough to grow

Time would freeze

For a camera lens

But not for the passing

Of a long-lived friend

Cold and alone

Eyes turning blue

I'm beginning to zone

As the world changes hues

At the end of moments

Is this all there is?

I don't think anyone knows

Because no one ever says

Questions I could never heed

Fear and anticipation collides

And begin to breed

All before an atmosphere of blue

People start to pass

Blind and deaf

To what hurt the world has done in the past

And even to my own death

We began eating the fruits of knowledge

Only to find they've been rotten

Leaving us standing on the edge

Ourselves forgotten

Our minds turn blue

And someone beginning to fade

Sees the world

From somewhere far, far away

The details are small

And reality becomes irrelevant

We might at one time feel tall

But eventually we're all spent

The assembly line whirrs

And we slowly sort through life

The hands of time turn

All before an atmosphere of blue

Face gone pale

Skin runs cold

Sinking into dirt so blue

I sing the oldest tale ever told

Of how Gods have forgotten

And in the crowds we fade

Of dying fields of cotton

And our very last day

How hatred entangles

And our loved-ones have angles

How we take our first step

And it'll be the last one we ever take

We stop for a night's rest

Then our journeys we forsake

As blood ceases to flow

And images halt motion

No one ever knows

Or at least there is no emotion

The planet keeps spinning

And things never better

Our spirits are thinning

Before an atmosphere of blue

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Deep, I know. The inspiration for this poem is assorted observations and songs, it's just something I ended up throwing together without thinking about it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'd really like to hear what you think about it, even if it is just a senseless flame, I'd still like to know.

Momento Amor~
Hiroko Hana

The Batlle At Xióng àn

The Battle at Xióng àn

This grand tale takes place in a time before time and a world before worlds, during the great war of Pandmonia, when black and white bears alike were pitted against each other in an unending battle. The largest battle of all took place on the dry beaches of Xióng àn. Before the war, the beaches of Xióng àn were a beautiful place, the sand was pure white and shimmered in the daylight, the water crashed gently upon the nearby Cliffside and was always warm (being so far south and all). But as soon as the war began to rage, the pleasantness of the beaches was shattered.

The battle had begun on a Wednesday morning around brunch-time, while General Dōngtiān of the Marshal Pandas was in the loo. All of the other Marshal Pandas were enjoying their morning tea, lounging in their suits and lawn chairs and sipping casually at the warm and flowery liquids, discussing the weather as the wind whipped around soundlessly. But unbeknownst to the Marshal Pandas who sit so relaxed in the sun, the Rebel Pandas were surrounding the perimeter of their camp, high up in the cliffs or hidden in the foliage of the woods, some even snorkeling along the shore.

The Rebel Pandas waited in complete silence as they watched the Marshal Pandas bask in their luxuries of soap and noodle soup. General Xiàtiān of the Rebel Pandas had watched and waited for the Marshal General to flee to the port-o-potty after eating his spicy chǎomiàn. Poor General Dōngtiān had a severely weak colon which was exactly why one of the Rebel spies had sabotaged his noodles.

As soon as the blue door to the port-a-john had sealed, General Xiàtiān sent out the signal and released a Yellow-billed Loon into the sky. None of the Marshal Pandas paid the water-bird any mind as it flew over the beach, not realizing that the bird wasn’t actually indigenous to this area of Pandmonia. As soon as the bird vanished there was a mere second of silence before Rebel Pandas parachuted down from above, their sleek swords drawn. As they touched down, the other troops burst from the woods on either side of the beach, the snorkeling Rebels saw the chaos and leaped from the salty waters.

The Marshal Pandas had been blindsided, completely unprepared for the oncoming fight. As the Rebels attacked the Marshal Pandas fled to their tents, grabbing their weapons but having no time suit up into their armor. Panda against panda, bear against bear, black and white against black and white. The battle had quickly become messy for the Marshal Pandas, and General Dōngtiān didn’t even know it was happening! He was still straining in his port-o-potty.

Blood and soda alike had been spilled upon the shores of Xióng àn, Marshal Pandas soiling their black socks as Kung Fu and swords flashed before them. It was a sign—a good omen—to the Rebel Pandas! And as General Dōngtiān’s port-o-potty was tipped to the ground with a disgusted scream and a sickening slosh, the Rebel Pandas new the victory was theirs, their sad and solemn expressions turning with delight. Although that day many lives were lost and the scenery of Xióng àn was marred, a grand victory took place and history had been written. That was the battle at Xióng àn. 

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Hello~! It has been quite a long time since I've posted anything on ISC so I thought this was a necessary course of action. This tale of life and death, love and hate, trust and deception is actually a short story I was required to write as homework  for my therapist. I'm very pleased with the results and hope that there is at least one moral in here...

Chinese - English Translations

Xióng àn: Bear Shore

Dōngtiān: Winter

Xiàtiān: Summer

Momento Amor~

Hiroko Hana