Oooooookays, I did Rei, I did Yuuya, now Tatsuki. Note, I'm putting an indirect reference to Chiaki Nozomi's GALS! X-Mas specials, check it out, and review it, as well as this one!
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 20:
Sunboy Sunday
It's funny, isn't it?
Ran-pyon, it's really funny, no?
You're a carbon copy of me,
And I'm a carbon copy of you.
It's so obvious.
Look at me.
A tanned beach boy
With spiked blond hair,
And a little bit of a chimpy attitude implanted,
Along with my savvy little bro Naoki,
It's a rad world out there.
Someone's gotta advertise it.
It's weird how I act like this.
A complete monkey.
One time, when I was diving for your, well, you be the judge,
You punch me so high in the air,
I felt like I was free as a bird.
Now how about that?
Free as a bird?
It's so…unconventional.
Me and Naoki
Two completely insane chimps
With dancing to spare.
It's just mind-boggling to see you,
Correcting everything on the street,
Righting the wrongs
Like that goofy-looking blue-eyed gal
In the abbreviated sailor-outfit-dig.
I'm serious.
Makes me wonder,
What if you were in her shoes.
Obviously, you're not a clutz…
At least most of the time…
Yes, you're late to school,
Yes, you don't do well in class,
Yes, you won't kiss anyone till you for him,
But let's be real.
There was not only one, but two occasions
Where you acted like somebody
I would definitely hate.
Strong sophisticated language?
Restricted, retrained air?
Politeness in any way possible?
How could I be a boyfriend of someone like that…
But what if I did?
If you had the qualities of
an English rose and
a Shibuya orchid, what do you have?
Some say, a rose by any other name,
Some say, an orchid by any other name,
I say, a gal unlike any other,
And that's why I'm your man.
We'd hang around places,
Acting silly,
Doing crazy stuff,
Exaggerating,
Me the monkey,
You the monkey master,
The two of us,
Inseparable back then,
Inseparable still now.
I still look at you when I talk to you,
And I feel like I'm talking to myself.
Likewise, you feel the same way too.
I've never told you this, Ran-pyon,
But I always vision the two of us,
Locked up in some cabin in the West Hills,
And then you run away.
I look for you,
And there you are, lying dead in the snow.
I try everything I can to keep you alive,
And just as if all hope had ended,
You open your eyes,
And faint dreamily, with a sigh.
When we head back to the cabin,
You are curled tight next to me,
Sleeping, dreaming,
A scenario that is popped out of a storybook.
Some dream, isn't it?
I say to myself,
Please, let Ran-pyon be okay.
She is me, and I am him.
We are one.
Yes, I know you are different from me,
And I understand.
The truth is, I'll never leave you alone.
I know you are strong-willed, and very courageous,
You may be the toughest person I ever met,
But I know, that somewhere in the troubled heart of yours,
You need someone. And that person is me.
I guess you are gonna shake me to death after you read this poem,
Or punch me, or leave me black and blue,
But I don't care.
All I care is that you love me too,
Without any conditions,
Without any catches,
Without any provisions,
Just free, boundless passion,
Going beyond lust and intercourse,
Beyond mother, father and child,
Beyond death…
Like that quarterback that
Tried so hard to do his best,
And ends up on top at the end,
My heart's gonna come out of this shirt,
Yours will come out of your blouse,
And we will be drawn to one another.
Forever.
The Sunboy and the Orchid. Lovers For Life.
If only you knew…
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End Chapter 20.
Notice that in my poems, I make it look like a speech.
It's a protagonistic piece of poetry.
And I love it.
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 20:
Sunboy Sunday
It's funny, isn't it?
Ran-pyon, it's really funny, no?
You're a carbon copy of me,
And I'm a carbon copy of you.
It's so obvious.
Look at me.
A tanned beach boy
With spiked blond hair,
And a little bit of a chimpy attitude implanted,
Along with my savvy little bro Naoki,
It's a rad world out there.
Someone's gotta advertise it.
It's weird how I act like this.
A complete monkey.
One time, when I was diving for your, well, you be the judge,
You punch me so high in the air,
I felt like I was free as a bird.
Now how about that?
Free as a bird?
It's so…unconventional.
Me and Naoki
Two completely insane chimps
With dancing to spare.
It's just mind-boggling to see you,
Correcting everything on the street,
Righting the wrongs
Like that goofy-looking blue-eyed gal
In the abbreviated sailor-outfit-dig.
I'm serious.
Makes me wonder,
What if you were in her shoes.
Obviously, you're not a clutz…
At least most of the time…
Yes, you're late to school,
Yes, you don't do well in class,
Yes, you won't kiss anyone till you for him,
But let's be real.
There was not only one, but two occasions
Where you acted like somebody
I would definitely hate.
Strong sophisticated language?
Restricted, retrained air?
Politeness in any way possible?
How could I be a boyfriend of someone like that…
But what if I did?
If you had the qualities of
an English rose and
a Shibuya orchid, what do you have?
Some say, a rose by any other name,
Some say, an orchid by any other name,
I say, a gal unlike any other,
And that's why I'm your man.
We'd hang around places,
Acting silly,
Doing crazy stuff,
Exaggerating,
Me the monkey,
You the monkey master,
The two of us,
Inseparable back then,
Inseparable still now.
I still look at you when I talk to you,
And I feel like I'm talking to myself.
Likewise, you feel the same way too.
I've never told you this, Ran-pyon,
But I always vision the two of us,
Locked up in some cabin in the West Hills,
And then you run away.
I look for you,
And there you are, lying dead in the snow.
I try everything I can to keep you alive,
And just as if all hope had ended,
You open your eyes,
And faint dreamily, with a sigh.
When we head back to the cabin,
You are curled tight next to me,
Sleeping, dreaming,
A scenario that is popped out of a storybook.
Some dream, isn't it?
I say to myself,
Please, let Ran-pyon be okay.
She is me, and I am him.
We are one.
Yes, I know you are different from me,
And I understand.
The truth is, I'll never leave you alone.
I know you are strong-willed, and very courageous,
You may be the toughest person I ever met,
But I know, that somewhere in the troubled heart of yours,
You need someone. And that person is me.
I guess you are gonna shake me to death after you read this poem,
Or punch me, or leave me black and blue,
But I don't care.
All I care is that you love me too,
Without any conditions,
Without any catches,
Without any provisions,
Just free, boundless passion,
Going beyond lust and intercourse,
Beyond mother, father and child,
Beyond death…
Like that quarterback that
Tried so hard to do his best,
And ends up on top at the end,
My heart's gonna come out of this shirt,
Yours will come out of your blouse,
And we will be drawn to one another.
Forever.
The Sunboy and the Orchid. Lovers For Life.
If only you knew…
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End Chapter 20.
Notice that in my poems, I make it look like a speech.
It's a protagonistic piece of poetry.
And I love it.