Solitude City

Cars race past along the street.
Tall buildings linger over me.
Street lamps light my walking feet.
My shadow is my company.

Tall buildings linger over me,
When barren alleys remain dark.
My shadow is my company,
This night is cold and stark.

When barren alleys remain dark,
The wind rustles through the trees.
This night is cold and stark,
In a city devoid of life to see.

The wind rustles through the trees,
As shadows devour the light.
In a city devoid of life to see,
Might a person fall from great height.

As shadows devour the light,
Cars race past along the street.
Might a person fall from great height,
Street lamps light my walking feet.

We remain in solitude,
~Chiko...

Life in Motion

A weighty ghost strolls through the halls, his silent steps rhythmic to his beating heart. His gaze cast into nothingness, catching the eyes of no one. The commotion and bustle of the peers fluster past him in a sea of surreal detail. The murky sky reflects his outer appearance, but fails to show the explicit color which are his flourishing thoughts. Absorbed in his own fascinating world, his mind wanders. The vast space of the room he occupies goes unnoticed by the ants at tables further away. He speculates that it would take a few thousand bodies, with no space left for the blink of an eye lash, to fill this blandly colored cube to its capacity. The weighty ghost contemplates the running’s of the other drones, if the low hum of their idle chatter adds meaning to their lives. If they, like himself, let loose and ponder the wonders of the world.

Lost in thought,
~Chiko...

Dear American Eagle

This day I observed conformity at its worst. Hollister shirts, flats, skinny jeans, and cardigans. All the students in the building wore identical styles. Any attempts at individuality fell short as a complete and utter disaster. Clashing colors, torn clothing and mismatched, wrongly placed fabrics. A multi-billion dollar industry subliminally advertised through casual attire. Others, in my opinion, they dress out of their age for the environment. Fancy scarves, sophisticated shirt-dresses and expensive looking hair dos. More fit for the office than for class. So spic and span that they seem incapable of movement. Leave that uncomfortable wear for the manikin displays, not our humanly bodies. Slightly pompous figures wore too tight clothing that only accentuated their issues. Slender sticks dressed in fabrics that defined their already brittle and bony shoulders, tiny hips and chicken ankles. The extremes of our culture is unbelievable, emphasizing the misconceptions we hold of ourselves. There is as great a difference amongst them as there is amongst the pixels of my LCD monitor with its contrast dynamic ratio of 20,000 to 1!

I wonder if they fail to realize that their vain attempts to achieve originality and uniqueness builds a conformist cult beyond reconciling(as that is what they would have to do, they're catholic, aren't they?)! It is ridiculous the amount of money wasted on clothing because their peers would regard them differently based upon their choices as an individual.

Unsympathetically yours,
~Chiko.

the Truth Behind the Matter

I have arrived at the conclusion that society, to state it vaguely, is stupid. I am appalled at the combined ignorance and delusions that surrounds humans as a whole. In my biased opinion, religion is one main basis of conformed bliss. The unexplainable gets acclaimed as a work of god, the supposed creator of our world. Fear of truth drives humans to avoid questions such as ‘Who created the creator?’ or ‘Who designed the designer?’. When a yes or no question is posed they proclaim their reasoning’s as if their choice was incorrect. They have yet to realize that their supernatural overlord is man made, an ancient faction of our reformed governments. Merely a tool in manipulation and control.

Silence is an aspect never to befall the room without visible tension. Silence is golden, but duct tape is silver. Ah, there are such times where I crave a roll of duct tape infinitely. The uses are innumerable, although apparently it does not work on ducks! Anyways, in society there are personalities that demand attention. They enter a room, in complete disregard of ongoing conversations, and blatantly shout out irrelevant points in order to conquer the attention of every individual in their vicinity. These people are the ones where duct tape would be beneficial to us most. The chatter and banter is worse then nails dragged down a chalk board. They object to every fact, blind to the difference between a fact and an opinion. Their commentary is far more conceited then that of the peanut gallery, turning all conversation to revolve around occurrences in their day. Each statement uttered from their lips is a hyperbole at it’s worst.

Stupidity breeds stupidity, a loop that builds exponentially. We have yet to witness intellectual enlightenment. I have come forth from the rabbit's hole, leaving society behind in the abyss of which is their ignorant delusions. Much debate and discussion is redundant with the lesser of our species. This is one case where fighting fire with fire will conjure much failure.

Overly frustrated,
~Chiko!!!

An Ode to the Fear I Fear

Leave me be!
The terror that quakes inside my bones.
Sending shivers down my spine.
Let me go!
The deadly grasp around my throat.
Causing difficulty to breathe.
Leave me be!
The thoughts that shake and stir.
Do not seek me from the shadows.
Let me go!
The hold upon my free will.
Let me speak this justice.
Leave me be!
The possibilities that brew within my mind.
Those things that can never happen.
Let me go!
The hesitation in my motions.
There not be a lacking courage.

Be gone henceforth into the night!
I shall not allow such an awful fright!

Diffidently yours,
~Chiko?

My Degenerate Knight in Shining Armor

Oh classic curtains on the wall,
Your deep, crimsons pleats spark a fire in my heart.
Your voluptuous curves and rumples touch me like a dryer sheet.
The ripples in your body mimics the blood that flows through my very veins.

Oh my vibrant string Romeo,
A tug on your pulley-device reveal bountiful rays of sun.
Exposing the beautiful bustling world I crave eternally.
Along with the hopes that symbolize my dreams and desires.

Oh knight of veiled red armor,
Your translucent opacity lovingly protects me from the blinding light.
The faded patches reveal the pain you endured for my sake.
Toss your burgundy glow across the room for me to bask in.

Oh masterful tapestry of woeful woven fabric.
I envy your ambition to match our true colors.
Ancient filth clings to you worse than a stage 5 clinger.
I see through your fabric like I see through your lies.

I hope to never have the chance to discover you taste like plums.
I dream of using you as a blanket during a winter storm.
To fondle your silk like fabrics against my face.
It is the east, and the curtains block out the sun.

Aberrantly yours,
~Chiko!

Mandylion Deathwish

The world presents itself as a savage beast
Rapid changes reveal immense intimidation
Internal apprehension prevents spontaneous passion.
Functional schematics transition to the subsequent stage

Rapid changes reveal immense intimidation
Vexations are minutely manifesting fears
Functional schematics transition to the subsequent stage
The Heart's shadows devour sound thinking.

Vexations are minutely manifesting fears
Derogatory dreams and delusions form the plague
The Heart's shadows devour sound thinking
Leaving death to dig in thy dead hollow skull.

Derogatory dreams and delusions form the plague
Causing corruption writhing amongst emotion
Leaving death to dig in thy dead hollow skull
Organophosphates disrupt redundant transmission.

Causing corruption writhing amongst emotion
Faults initiate doubts amid personal anarchy
Organophosphates disrupt redundant transmission
Hence resulting indirect communication errors.

Fearful of the paradoxical theory of change,
The world presents itself as a savage beast.
Despite fleeting constitutional contradictions,
Internal apprehension prevents spontaneous passion.

This is the end of all hope,
~Chiko<3

Help, My Heart Keeps Beating Like a Hammer

The world as I know it is rapidly changing, and will be over the course of the next few years. As immense and scary as that may appear, I think I shall reflect upon it as much overdue. Although, currently the amounting stress has me judging otherwise.

Seemingly, the entire functional schematics of my habitual routines are morphing as I transition from one life stage to the subsequent. I look forward with excitement, despite my internal apprehension. As much as I anticipate the divergence in my education path, there are other aspects I am unwilling to relinquish so easily. You might wonder if I would digress, but for now I will retain my secrets unto myself and for that, my dear reader, I apologize.

My vexations are, or so I think, minute fears manifesting themselves via derogatory dreams and delusions. Once again, I shall place myself in the hands of time to alleviate my distress.

Till then I bid thee adieu,
~Chiko?

the King's Sestina

In a kingdom far away reigned a mighty king.
A majestic castle resting on hills of rolling green.
Sunlight reflecting off the fortresses’ smooth white stone.
The village below bestowed on him an unrequited love.
His ignorance blinded him from signals sounding a fight.
The consequences of his decisions would be death.

This ruler was a man who thought himself to surpass death.
Not born of a noble descent, he sought to be king.
To achieve his dreams his was willing to fight.
Greed deceived his sights with an array of vivid greens.
The self absorbed brat took for granted his mother’s love.
His childhood heart of gold sadly turned to stone.

Villagers labored to build their nation from stone.
Sweat and tears poured forth, slaves worked to death.
The man was undeserving of their faithful love.
Yet thereafter remained dedication to the king.
For they were paid with lands of unbelievable green.
Passionate civilians who were too humble for fight.

A neighboring emperor dreamt only of fight.
Plans of flaming arrows and assailing stones.
He proposed the grass on the other side is greener.
For that the emperor would trade life for death.
Anything to cause fall to the benevolent king.
His heart was thought too small to love.

War was his sole desire and his single love.
His adviser prophesied a destiny to fight.
Stories to tell of the emperor who conquered a king.
Riches to be gained more valuable than gold stone.
His cities unworried by future tolling deaths.
For only then shall they possess the greenest greens.

Troops marched across land to the distant greens.
Hardened souls who lost the ability to love.
Condemning innocent villagers to their deaths.
Warriors of destruction who only knew to fight.
They killed people, burned fields and toppled stone.
All on the path to the opposing king.

A violent fight left only blood stained stone.
The king stood overlooking remnants of his kingdoms’ greenery.
Regrettably he realized forsaken love as he approached his death.


Oh woe is you, my king,
~Chiko...