Entries By Yuka

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half

Half a smile, Half a sentence, Half a happiness. I’m tired of halves. Where’s the other?

Half is never enough.

Posted By Yuka On 08.22.2012 @ 1:40 am

track

She ran, she ran, she ran, towards the light at the end of the track…. Slowly, her breathing became heavy, her chest heaving, her lungs screaming for air, Her feet slowed, until every step was a struggle, and finally she crumpled to the ground and stretched her fingers to the light in a final, desperate attempt as her heart beat itself out.

Posted By Yuka On 02.18.2012 @ 4:26 am

accordion

A girl is kneeling among the bodies and ruins of the street holding the bloodied head of the man with the accordion.

Posted By Yuka On 01.16.2012 @ 12:43 am

bench

A bench two people used to sit here laughing talking whispering but now it’s just me.

Posted By Yuka On 01.14.2012 @ 6:57 pm

crisp

A carpet of leaves dead leaves crunching under my boots A ceiling of sky dead sky poking through the bare branches of the stark trees A world of silence dead silence everything is dead except me.

Posted By Yuka On 01.14.2012 @ 4:52 am

lilies

Did anyone notice that they spelled “lilies” wrong? Ha. I refuse to write about it.

Posted By Yuka On 01.08.2012 @ 7:00 pm

riots

Rage and fury running riot in my chest As I try to hide my tears. The agony tearing me into pieces As I sit at my desk and try to hide my pain. The sobs building in my chest As I try not to look at you. How could you do this to me?

Posted By Yuka On 10.28.2011 @ 10:13 pm

still

Chalk dust. Paper scraps. Overturned desks. Broken pencils. Ink stains. Rotting books. Does it matter? It doesn’t. And all that will be left Are memories And ruined pages And unspoken words And the still echoes of lives that never were. And the echoes of lives that never were.

Posted By Yuka On 10.27.2011 @ 9:27 pm

sour

An orange is sour. An umeboshi is sour. A sour candy is sour.

Posted By yuka On 01.30.2010 @ 9:28 pm