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I’ve Been Tagged Again! The T.A.P Tag

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For as much as you might expect someone like me to combine anime and poetry, especially considering they are the main two topics of this blog, I rarely get the chance to do it. Well, I’ve now been finally been given an excuse to do so. Thank you to Keiko for tagging me for this. Here are the rules:

The Rules:

  1. Headline your post with “The T.A.P. Tag!” and put “tanka” as one of your tags.
  2. Make sure to link back to the original post that started the tag (this post!).
  3. Make sure to mention the person who introduced the tag to you!
  4. Pick 1-3 of your favorite anime.
  5. Write your tanka about the anime you’ve chosen. It’s fine if you decide to do only one or two if the schedule is tight.
  6. Tag at least 3 or more bloggers you know, and get their creative muscles flowing.

The three anime that I’ve decided to do are: March Comes in Like a Lion, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, and The Promised Neverland, just to throw in something current. With that said, here are my poems:

March Comes in Like a Lion

When sadness rains down,
It hits much like a typhoon.
Isolation is freedom,
and everything gets better,
but only for a little.

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

It is often true
that the mind is powerful.
It can bring great joy,
but when nightmares become real,
All we are left with is pain.

The Promised Neverland

Around each corner,
in places buried within,
lies many secrets.
We think that truth is power,
but some secrets are too dark.

Tags

Feel free to ignore this tag if you are busy, but I am tagging:

Moyatorium

Takuto’s Anime Cafe

Terrence Crow

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Tell Me What Death is Like

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So, a lot of my poems are somewhat spontaneous. Usually, I’ll think of a central idea, and sort of just go from there. This one, however, was inspired by a song called “I’m Sorry” by Joyner Lucas. Its a great, song and I would highly recommend checking it out. The song focuses on the suicide of one of Joyner’s friends, and how it affected both his friend and himself. Its been one of my favorite songs for a while now, and it has given me a lot of inspiration, so I thought I would use that inspiration to write a poem based on that song.


For a while, I have wondered about the status of mortality:
What does it mean to be alive?
Is it simply to be filled with blood and have a pulse,
or is it more?
But more so I have wondered what death is like.
I do not know if ghosts or spirits roam the earth eternally,
or if angels often come down from the heavens to check on the living,
but if they did I would ask them to tell me what death is like:
Is it the problematic dichotomy of heaven and hell?
Is it a maze of rivers and guardians of lost souls?
Does death exist like darkness, surrounding the conscious and suffocating it?
Is death all of those things?
Do people experience death the way we all seem to deal with life: by retreating
into the worlds, we feel most comfortable in?
I do not know what death is like, but I am often tempted to find out.


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Do Not Stand and Watch Your Own Demise

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No special intro this time, just something that was spur of the moment and thought turned out fairly well.


When the light in your eyes starts to fade,
and the source grows ever distant,
when the green in the grass becomes a pale gray,
and the blue sky goes black,
when the hole in your heart widens,
and won’t stop growing,
remember to move.
Get up, and move.
Throw your hands around like gravity doesn’t exist,
jump like you know you can touch the sun,
and bask in the glory you know you will have someday.


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To All the People I Could Not Say Hi To

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Sometimes my introvertedness gets the better of me, so here is a poem about that.


Isn’t it amazing how much work goes into saying just a few words?
First, the mouth takes in air,
then the brain sends signals to fire thousands of neurons.
The mouth must then reopen and with the help of vibrating air,
words then flow seamlessly out, or so we would all like to think.
There is actually a lot more to saying a few words than that.
Speaking is actually a lot like cooking,
because every ingredient is chosen carefully and used in a specific way.
If you leave a sentence in the oven too long it might burn,
but take it out to early and it becomes cold.
Saying “hi” is hard, not because of the ingredients but because
every time I try to cook with that word it always goes missing.


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Untitled, or not, I’m not sure

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A poem about titles, because why not. Here ya go:


When I thought about what to write for this poem,
I didn’t start with a title.
Despite this being my usual working style, something told me to forgo it.
Titles are often just short summaries, a fraction of a fraction.
They can tell you everything, and nothing.
In that regard, they’re quite useless, aren’t they?
Titles also make us think about what it is we’re about to read, watch, etc.
For example, the title “Death of a salesman” might get us thinking, both in a literal
and figurative way.
People make judgments based off of titles, and no matter how often you tell somebody
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” it won’t change the fact that its a lot easier to read the
cliff notes version than a whole book.
Most often when I think of titles, I think of what the author thinks of that thing.
It is easy to engage with a piece of art and come away with a completely different
idea of the work than even the author, similar to how everyone jumping into a pool
will always have a slightly different splash, or maybe a very different splash.
Titles are often the rival of expectations, and much like a pool, expectations can often be
surface level, until you splash further down.


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Tragedy/Comedy

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For this post, I wrote a poem focusing on the similarities in tragedy and comedy. Enjoy!


I think one thing can be considered at least partially true is the link between Tragedy and Comedy.
Whether we like it or not, they are two sides of the same broken coin.
Tragedy is almost always followed by a nervous, hysterically laughter.
Comedy is often times laughing at the misery of others.
This same phenomenon exists in the theory I have about rape jokes: No one really tells them because they think it will be funny. They tell them because violence is a lot easier to deal with when you can project it onto others.
In some ways, a suicide note is really just a stand-up routine in which the joke is always a bullet to the head.
Shakespear never wrote a tragedy without someone playing the fool, because he knew it would be too much to bear.
When we talk about Comedy and Tragedy, what we really mean is that laughing and crying aren’t so dissimilar.


Sorry to drop something a little heavier out of nowhere, but what do you guys think of this one? Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

Across Universes

There is a prominent idea in science that states that universe is actually made up of multiple universes.
Each new universe we create is filled with the decisions we did or did not, will and will not make.
Every new universe means there is always a new what if that plays out an entirely different way.
It is not crazy to think that in this infinitesimally vast amount of universes, there is one in which the stars exploded and killed us all.
If there was ever a question about ending up in a universe without you, then I might have to make the stars explode.
There is a scientific theory that states that all matter expanded outward from a singular point.
I have always wondered whether or not the Big Bang Theory and the Multiverse theory we’re mutually exclusive.
If there was ever a universe in which you did not exist because the perfect combination of cosmic dust did float into the same orbit, then I would collect it all and put you together myself.

It is crazy to think that I could live without you at all. Solitude would only bring me closer to my heat death.

 

Inspired by: Orange


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Remembering That Sunsets Die

I remember one day I was riding home in a vehicle I can no longer describe as working.
The ethics bowl regional championship was over and Hardin Valley Academy won,
but I was lost.
I gave my teammate jack a ride home that day.
We didn’t know each other that well, so I guess you could say there were two strangers
in that car.
If only life was as simple as bracing for impact every time you were going to lose.
Unfortunately, Jump scares only work because you don’t know when they’re coming.
I dropped Jack off, and I honestly didn’t know what to do.
Everyone was at my Grandma’s, but I wasn’t even sure I was on this planet.
The sunset overhead reminded me that everything ends.
I paused in fear, not knowing whether or not I should keep breathing.
It might have been easier that way, cause at least with suffocation you’re body can tell you when you’re about to give in.
Saying Ignorance is Bliss felt like saying the earth is flat: not true.
Bliss would have been knowing my Grandmother was going to wake up the next morning.
Bliss would have been feeling her small, fragile frame around my arms and her breath on my neck.
Bliss would have been sign that my fear was unfounded,
that my worries were worthless,
that my heavy breathing was just because I’m out of shape.
Ignorance was not a luxury I could afford,
and the next day I was reminded that sunsets only last a few hours before fading into darkness.