Folks, I've got some semisweet news. I'm putting the "Platform Surfers" on sabbatical leave until further notice. This was a great idea, but I'm going to use what I create in "Shibuya Poetry" to be inspiration for the now-comatose section. Once again, I'm not putting it to rest, but I want to first emphasize on my poetry side, which is my forte. Right now, I did Ran and Tatsuki, now I'm going to do another, more younger (hint, hint, hint) couple. But I'm *attempting* to make this a bit mature, even though the characters here aren't. Or at least don't appear to be. Hmmm. Anyway, this takes place just after Miyu and Yamato get married (last chapter), still in Hawaii. This is from the girl's perspective. (I think I overdid it, let me know)
Welp, enjoy this poem.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 8:
Younger Sister.
Five more years.
Five very long, frustrating years before my wish becomes true.
I can't wait that long, because
My integrity doesn't allow it.
It is hard to be the one that gets little attention,
Little notice,
Little respect,
Little anything,
Older sister kissing her guy,
Older brother marrying his girl,
Friends having fun,
Mom and Dad drinking mai-tais
While listening to Don Ho (whoever he is)
And me…
I am stuck, drifting on a leaf,
Waiting for a sign,
A notice,
An act of God
(if there is any)
That will save me from being like this.
I hate being the brat that says, "Tachuu"
Every time my older sister asks me for a favor.
It is always me, me, me! How come I ask
For favors, and they are never answered?
Oh sure, Mom and Dad listen.
But the only reason why I want to be a police officer
Is because my older sister doesn't want
To
Go
With
The
Flow.
What if me and Masato-kun don't want to
Be police officers,
Protecting the law,
Saving the innocent,
Spreading justice,
Playing "Detective,"
Searching for clues,
I mean, what are clues?,
Searching for meaningless evidence
That will convict a criminal
But will never change society
As a whole.
I mean, why should we be like this?
Really, deep inside my emotions,
My "youthful" emotions,
These fun things that make me "special,"
I want to be like my sister,
The one that acts silly in class,
The one that always arrives late,
The one that wants to dress in the latest "fads"
(I mean, what are "fads"?)
The one who is always asking for money
Every time she goes someplace,
The one that is stealing book bags at will,
The one that is sitting on top of that statue of a dog
That was obedient-Obedient, that's the word that defines me.
And I hate it.
I never wanted to be this sweet, innocent girl
Who always has fun with everything in life.
Innocence? How can you have innocence every day?
What if Mom dies?
What if Dad dies?
What if my friends get killed by some maniac fresh off the street?
What if my older brother is in another accident?
What if my older sister joins a gang?
What if…the reason why I am still living today
Is taken away from this world?
Will I still have my innocence then?
I am swept, stranded, struggling, swaying, slithering
In a sea of uncertainty.
I am never innocent, only naïve.
I never want to be a police officer, I only want to be happy.
I take all my clothes
And rip them to shreds,
And then I start to cry
Late in the night
In my hotel room
In this fake "paradise,"
And I say to myself,
Why can't be happy, like my older sister?
Why can't I relax and enjoy my youth?
Why can't I be like Masato-kun and Naoki,
Being loved,
Being respected,
Being…me?
If I were to be all that,
I would never see the light.
But now I stand here,
My Masato-kun hugging me
At the waist,
Whispering in my ear like a lover,
You will be alright, my dear Sayo.
No matter what happens,
I will always take care of you,
Cherish you, protect you,
Do anything to please you,
And I will be your slave and soul mate.
I will even be chained to you if I have to,
But please, say that you will promise me
Never to be sad and skeptical
And discouraged
And envious
And wanting to be someone that you can never be.
For you are my Sayo, and you are me.
When my only Masato-kun said that,
My heart wanted to break itself from its cage
Of desecration.
It wanted freedom, liberation, optimism,
And belonging.
All of a sudden,
I started shedding one drop,
Two drops,
Four,
Eight,
Sixteen,
Infinite,
To a river.
I became so…so…oh, it was too hard to describe my ecstatic emotions.
It was a potpourri of bliss.
It was as if I was in heaven.
My heart was racing with passion.
I knew that I had
no more tears
of sadness,
of disdain,
of fear
to cry.
I knew that as long as my dear, beloved, inseparable Masato-kun and me were together,
Everything
Would be
All right.
And now,
After five long years,
Our promise we made to one another
Was fulfilled.
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END CHAPTER 8.
Welp, enjoy this poem.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 8:
Younger Sister.
Five more years.
Five very long, frustrating years before my wish becomes true.
I can't wait that long, because
My integrity doesn't allow it.
It is hard to be the one that gets little attention,
Little notice,
Little respect,
Little anything,
Older sister kissing her guy,
Older brother marrying his girl,
Friends having fun,
Mom and Dad drinking mai-tais
While listening to Don Ho (whoever he is)
And me…
I am stuck, drifting on a leaf,
Waiting for a sign,
A notice,
An act of God
(if there is any)
That will save me from being like this.
I hate being the brat that says, "Tachuu"
Every time my older sister asks me for a favor.
It is always me, me, me! How come I ask
For favors, and they are never answered?
Oh sure, Mom and Dad listen.
But the only reason why I want to be a police officer
Is because my older sister doesn't want
To
Go
With
The
Flow.
What if me and Masato-kun don't want to
Be police officers,
Protecting the law,
Saving the innocent,
Spreading justice,
Playing "Detective,"
Searching for clues,
I mean, what are clues?,
Searching for meaningless evidence
That will convict a criminal
But will never change society
As a whole.
I mean, why should we be like this?
Really, deep inside my emotions,
My "youthful" emotions,
These fun things that make me "special,"
I want to be like my sister,
The one that acts silly in class,
The one that always arrives late,
The one that wants to dress in the latest "fads"
(I mean, what are "fads"?)
The one who is always asking for money
Every time she goes someplace,
The one that is stealing book bags at will,
The one that is sitting on top of that statue of a dog
That was obedient-Obedient, that's the word that defines me.
And I hate it.
I never wanted to be this sweet, innocent girl
Who always has fun with everything in life.
Innocence? How can you have innocence every day?
What if Mom dies?
What if Dad dies?
What if my friends get killed by some maniac fresh off the street?
What if my older brother is in another accident?
What if my older sister joins a gang?
What if…the reason why I am still living today
Is taken away from this world?
Will I still have my innocence then?
I am swept, stranded, struggling, swaying, slithering
In a sea of uncertainty.
I am never innocent, only naïve.
I never want to be a police officer, I only want to be happy.
I take all my clothes
And rip them to shreds,
And then I start to cry
Late in the night
In my hotel room
In this fake "paradise,"
And I say to myself,
Why can't be happy, like my older sister?
Why can't I relax and enjoy my youth?
Why can't I be like Masato-kun and Naoki,
Being loved,
Being respected,
Being…me?
If I were to be all that,
I would never see the light.
But now I stand here,
My Masato-kun hugging me
At the waist,
Whispering in my ear like a lover,
You will be alright, my dear Sayo.
No matter what happens,
I will always take care of you,
Cherish you, protect you,
Do anything to please you,
And I will be your slave and soul mate.
I will even be chained to you if I have to,
But please, say that you will promise me
Never to be sad and skeptical
And discouraged
And envious
And wanting to be someone that you can never be.
For you are my Sayo, and you are me.
When my only Masato-kun said that,
My heart wanted to break itself from its cage
Of desecration.
It wanted freedom, liberation, optimism,
And belonging.
All of a sudden,
I started shedding one drop,
Two drops,
Four,
Eight,
Sixteen,
Infinite,
To a river.
I became so…so…oh, it was too hard to describe my ecstatic emotions.
It was a potpourri of bliss.
It was as if I was in heaven.
My heart was racing with passion.
I knew that I had
no more tears
of sadness,
of disdain,
of fear
to cry.
I knew that as long as my dear, beloved, inseparable Masato-kun and me were together,
Everything
Would be
All right.
And now,
After five long years,
Our promise we made to one another
Was fulfilled.
**********************
END CHAPTER 8.