Futaba

Futaba

VA

13 years old

Posts

  • A Masterpiece in Binary

    I think there is a glitch in my processing unit; 

    when the letter 'A' enters the system, 

    it doesn't just register as a character—

    it spills out as a deep magenta that dyes the rest of the word.

     

  • Colors I hear

    Aimee Carty. 

    She's my favorite artist.

    Her name is a swirl of blue and pink in my mind,

    but her music-

    oh, her music is such a beautiful blend of all the colors you can name.

  • So you say

    You sit at your fancy desk and act like you're doing something.

    Something good for the world.

    You say that you are,

    you say that you're helping.

     

    You're not, 

    haven't been,

  • She used to

    She used to smile.

    She used to laugh.

    She used to not care.

     

    She still smiled and laughed,

    but it wasn't real.

    She used to not care but then she did.

     

    When did it start?

Loves

  • Poetry

    By LGC

    How

    How do we live 

    Knowing others cannot?

    How do we breathe 

    Knowing our comfort is at the hands of hidden devastation?

    How do we laugh

    when all around us Tears seem to be the only logical response?

  • We All Bleed

    Blood spills onto our streets too much.

    The streets were once safely kept

    but now they're permanently stained

    with cries, sirens, and death. 

     

    The harrowing cold of the family house,

  • Abyssopelagic

    My life is like a lake,

    All water and round,

    So clear it is a mirror,

    Or rather, a looking glass.

     

    But when you look a little closer,

    Dip your toes beneath the surface,

  • The Red Crayon

    I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old, 

    coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered. 

  • If only I could

    If only I could stop doubting myself,

    If only I could stop being afraid,

    If only I could be happier instead of secret depression,

    If only I could get better, and peace would stay,