Dec
12
Dear Nemo-chan,
You can’t read minds.
Don’t think I’m your twin,
but don’t think I’ll be kind.
Don’t try to be nice
Even though I’m not dumb,
I don’t know everything,
I only know some.
I just know that you’re bad
You’re evil and vile.
A lazy, filthy,
and pathetic little child.
But I can’t know your thoughts,
Your wills, or your dreams.
All I know are your words,
and how stupid you seem.
You don’t know me,
Because if you do,
I wouldn’t be happy
and sorrowful, too.
Don’t flatter yourself.
You know nothing great.
You don’t know what I love,
what I feel, what I hate.
You wouldn’t know
If I ignore him or not,
Because, quite frankly,
you don’t know a lot.
In fact, if I’m faking,
You really wouldn’t know.
So go ahead – guess again.
From, Reiko.
Posted in From Reiko, Poetry
Dec
09
To Reiko-chan
I’m ever so glad.
Did you think hating me
Would make me feel bad?
But of course not,
You knew all along
You know me too well
for you to be wrong.
Yet, if you knew me
you would know that
the reason I mailed you
was simply to chat.
Of course, I wanted
Just the same
To make you feel bad
Because you’re the blame.
You’re the fault
Of your depression.
Responsible
For your obsession.
You’re hooked on sorrow.
Quite a pity.
You really thing sadness
would make you seem pretty?
And about your crush,
If you love that guy,
You wouldn’t ignore him
when he walks by.
Stop fooling around.
Stand in one place.
You’re a buzzing bee
that he can’t embrace.
Just take my advice,
and give it a go.
You won’t regret it.
From, Nemo.
Posted in From Nemo, Poetry
Dec
02
Dear Nemo-chan,
I know who you are.
Don’t think I’m stupid.
I’m not below par.
I know what you do,
But I don’t know why.
Are you a sadist?
Do you want me to cry?
I don’t like you.
No, not at all.
You rise above others
By making them fall.
You always take,
But you never give.
I don’t know why
you deserve to live.
You’re too jealous
You hate the good.
You do what you can,
But not what you should.
You never ever
Think things through.
You never guessed
that I’m like this too.
We never consider,
We never try.
That’s why you hit send,
And that’s why I reply
From this moment on,
You are my foe.
I wish you good luck,
From, Reiko
PS, Nemo-chan,
FYI,
I watch chick flicks
And I do love a guy.
Posted in From Reiko, Poetry
Dec
01
To Reiko-chan,
You’re good, you know,
High test scores,
A 4.0
Most ideas
You comprehend
Like why things start
And why things end
You play the drums
You play the flute
You play piano
And violin, too.
You can write
And you can draw
You follow rules.
You know the law.
You don’t smoke
You don’t use
In fact, most things
you refuse.
You’re happy, now
Pure bliss inside
So what have you
Got to hide?
Why slouch so much?
Why dress up?
Why dye your hair
or wear makeup?
Why sad songs?
Why love screamo?
Why listen to bands
that are labeled “emo”?
Go watch chick flicks
Love a guy
Learn Japanese
Just get a life.
At this point,
I bet you know
Who really wrote this
From, Nemo
Posted in From Nemo, Poetry
