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Best Poems Written by Mutsuki Imai

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All At Once

I wish I was a master story teller who could come alive with the flicker of some ancient preserved flame in the night time. In the daytime I would be left by my lonesome, left to my own devices in terms of spending the small ration of time I received when I came unto this world from my poor mother's womb. I would sleep for hours on end, undisturbed, and the sun would shine through my small window to signal me to awaken my imagination, which is a curled up worm living in my head. I would eat only once a day because I don't know how to do any other trade that would allow me to eat more. I don't speak much because I don't have the words to express everything all at once. I may look calm and even bored on the outside but inside I am raining fire and light all at once. When I was a child I had horrible tantrums over the smallest things, like if I could not brush out a tangle in my hair. And I would get scolded but that only made me feel worse. But at least it would stop me from screaming. The only way people around me interacted with me was scolding me for doing things like that. Children stare at me. They stared at me then. They grew up and now their children stare at me in the same way. It bothers me sometimes but I learned to avoid their gazes. But I can tell stories like no one else can. For instance I could tell you about the cow who lost her way in the woods and found an ocean at the end and she jumped in because she couldn't do anything else. You know what happened after that? The cow realized she was swimming! Her sinews and her weight carried her through the water and she felt free. She was frightened but she was free. She was not lost, but she was found by the waters. And she became the Great Whale. She met others like her and she founded an empire of whales. They ruled the seas for a very long time. After many years she grew old. She began having dreams of earlier times. She had never told anyone about her youth, so she decided to tell it to everyone before she died. This is what she told them: "I was a cow who lived in a pasture. I wandered in the grass under the sun, I would be milked every day, and I slept by smelly haystacks with bugs sitting on my skin." The other whales were amazed. "But how did you transform?" "I was born to be here. There was no transformation. I only needed to find my place, and I did." That night many of the whales climbed out of the water and became themselves. The Great Whale became a constellation.

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Crazy

Ignorant
I was
I like the way I spent hours drawing, lying on my belly lying on the carpet
Undisturbed, basking in the late afternoon rays of sun through the cheap blinds.
But I was so young then, maybe five or six
And I didn't care about the way I felt in idle times.

Ignorant 
I am 
I hate the way I move, the way I turn away from others
I hate the way I think! 
My logic feels like a game of non sequitur, and no one is declared the winner!
Aimless and desperate and dispassionate and pressed for time
I'm a living paradox, in search of a paradise that doesn't exist.

I'll admit, I throw myself at unrealistic expectations, exquisitely absurd dreams.
I'm a sucker for escapism
A lover of men and women
I'm kind and honest if I'm in the mood, haha.

I know. 
I'm kind of ridiculous.
In all honesty.

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Haphazard

Hey Dude
I get the feeling that you don't like me calling you dude
or eating the same salad every day
or spending so much at health stores
or not having my own
or
or how unpredictable I am

But Dude guess what

I don't care that
you always procrastinate
or always wear the same kind of clothes 
or 
or complain about people

Because I bet that if I were you, 
it might make more sense.

So even though we are hella different

I think that's fine.

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Life of Star People

Blinking faces
Pools of light for eyes
Communicating with small touches 
Murmurs of affirmation
Keeping quiet
Cutting paper hearts that glow in the dark
Veins filled with phosphenes
Mirrors for cars, rain for mirrors
Talking with strangers in nightly dreams.

This life is transient yet eternal
Has no beginning 
Has no end
Rings of Saturn, Halos that no one can have
Because you're not an angel
And you have no wings to spread
Just waiting, sand clocks 
trickling with the speed of light
Blessed with nature, blessed with existence.

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September-December

You are wonderful
Smiling like the moon
Quick to laugh and praise
You make so much sense
Even when you don't

I am not much
But feel much more
When I can't think
You bring it forth

On cold nights
We just laugh, 
Heads thrown back.

Young, free
lost but

Loved.

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Meditation

I stay the same way 
I remain young but bored, tired but curious.
I pray I change one day

"Just got to pick up your feet."
"Just make sure you're eating three times a day."
"Call your friends."
"Study more."
"Don't stay up so late."

I get journals for gifts
But I hate lined paper
Might have heard of a song
That would remind me to fight
I keep making excuses
I find it hard to write

It's stupid, it's a cycle
It's my fault, I'm my rival

I wish it was better 
But all these people don't know me
You'd think I'd keep going
Well I'd rather stop thinking

Thank you to the one friend that prefers calling over texting.

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Sweet Remembrance of Christmas

The gold house, silence
The silver snow, piling steadily where you
Last left your footprints 
Before you went
I dreamt
Life in its past form, all those years ago
When we were young
When we had troubles to face with the wind and its harsh chase
you stepped into the cold 
without a word
waved goodbye
smiling like an angel of the North Star

Now, surrounded by others
their laughter, the gentle flame that washes away the shadows
the sadness, the uncertainty.

Christmas is never the same
But I can see all the ones before
I hear the children's joy,
the stories shared once more

Another year has passed
Let us be together
Let us embrace the warmth
Let us live this dream.

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Surrounded

Strange lights pour in 
Back stretches on the concrete floor
Invisible rhythm, invisible audience

Push back the flashbacks
Loss of control, pressed against the glass
Forced to know the silence as an enemy and a brother

Breaking
I am a storm I am a formless child of the future 
I am the seconds that pass 
I am the burden I build 

The mountains in my mind move
So I grab for aspirin
Careful not to get too much

Skin throbbing with blood beneath it all
Rough waters, rougher depths.

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Undiagnosed

Nothing to hold, yet
Everything--withheld
Strained by light, becoming a shadow, hiding in that shell
Crawling in the dream a brief reality

Hell no I said
I laugh because it's funny, you know?
But for some reason unknown to me 
I'm emotionally stuck! Hahahaha
To think of myself tangled in the branches of a tree 
Named Strange Feelings of Questionable Origin

SFQO, do you read me? I'm lost in this barren land! 

...no answer. Silly me, who in their right mind thinks that a tree can communicate with a human? 

Maybe I'm not human at all. 

Or maybe I'm too human to live like this
I feel passive and external
Awkward like some turtle
I use emotion as a mask
And my body as a shell

My mind is like a boomerang, a switchblade pendulum.

---Yes I'm bipolar, mom
Sorry not sorry
Please don't do that, I hate it when you cry.

I dreamt once that I was dead. Not like dead as in dead, but like nonexistent.
I always wondered what it felt to be an unbeing.
But I felt so free. Empty but full of potential! Warm and cold and feeling alright! 

No escape lasts.

I climbed down the imagined ladder 
Back to the blessed surface of earth and all its glory. The sun was shining
I turned on my side to sleep,
But it turns out
I don't know how to keep myself from getting up despite
My heavy eyelids.

If only my conscience were as heavy and tangible.