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Everybody DANCE NOW!

Hey everyone!

I just wanted to thank everyone for voting for me at Ajana. It means a lot to me, believe it or not. I am now in the finals, and soon to be onto the semi-finals. Come check back here for more info next week!

So, everybody dance now!

On a darker note, here is a new poem that I am writing. It is called ‘The Black Hand of Justice’ inspired by Within Temptation’s ‘Hand of Sorrow.’ Enjoy!! ((Remember! It is a work in progress!))

Picture done by me!

The Black Hand of Justice

What is man,
But a selfish race dying for revenge?
A whisking willow,
A dying Hindu.
Mayhap a man dies cold and alone,
Or the rains accompany him to Hell?
A sinister child,
A butchered dog.
Turn your head into the wind, Michiko,
You must not eat the blood.
Thump in the night,
Break your bone.
Why do you cry?
Do you cry me tiny tears of silver?
Sing me a lullaby,
I cannot sleep ((ever, ever sleep)).

美千子 (Michiko) — child of a thousand beauties

See y’all on the flip side,
Grace

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Picture done by me

Translation(s):

I love you.
Forever…and ever

My Dearest,
There’s a special place in my heart
that only you can touch -
a place where I can go and feel you near.
Throughout the day I think of you.
I see your smile, hear your voice
and in my thoughts you lovingly appear.
The way we love each other
makes it hard to be apart
so when I can’t hold you in my arms,
I hold you in my heart.

My Darling,
With the start of each new day
I find myself thinking of you…
In the middle of my busy day,
my mind wanders and I think of you…
Out of nowhere I see your smile,
hear your laugh and I think of you…
Life is beautiful now because I fall in love
all over again each time I think of you.

See y’all on the flip side,
Grace

My Kokuru

Artwork by Fabian Perez
My Kokuru
by Grace Tilton

Sun standing out and beating on my face,
Like that of rain hitting a tree.
I looked for you, your familiar glance.

Your lips, a sacred ground,
Perfectly formed and colored.
Your eyes, like that of the water garden,
Sparkling water falling on the stones.
Your skin, the perfect tan-tone,
Soft like that of the cherry-blossom.

Oh, how I love you, my Kokuru.

You, you are the forbidden one.
How did I become the chosen?
Why did you choose me?
A simple redneck off the coast of Maine,
I have no value.

Ambassadors want you,
Kings would wed you,
But yet you choose me.
Why?

Why my Kokuru?

Half past the hour of night in mid-day, you are still not here.
Click, click, whoosh! goes my lighter with a bright flame,
I inhale deeply, and I think of you my dear…

What was that?
That scream, that crash in the distance.
As I stand to, ice-like rain runs over my body.

My Kokuru…

Run, I must.
Run like that of the wind in a thunderstorm.
Quick I must be,
Like that of lightning.

My lungs are about to burst,
My limbs are weaker,
My mind running faster than I,
I fear the worst.

Crash! goes the night sky.
A storm approaches, but is already here.
As I turn the corner, I see my Kokuru.
I see you, and I die inside.

Your lips are no longer perfectly formed and colored.
They are covered in your blood.
Your eyes are no longer sparkling like that of a water garden.
No longer sparkling with life,
For now they are dead.
And your skin,
Good God, your skin…

As I take you into my arms,
You are like that of a fish.
No longer can I feel your warmth.
No longer can I feel your heart beat against mine.
For you are no longer mine.

My Kokuru…
You belong to time now.
And as I cry, my tears landing on your hair,
I fall to my knees, praying for a miracle to bring you back to me.

Come back to me, my Kokuru.
Come back to me…

Kokuru - A Japanese word referring to a male’s confession of his love for a female. In relation to Japanese dramas as well as Japanese culture in general, kokuru is basically enough for a male. A typical statement made by a male in a drama is “Suki to ittandakara mou iiyo” (I said I love you, so that’s that).

See y’all on the flip side,
Grace