My name is Kumiko (mostly known as Kumi-chan) . I love japenese music. I love anime/manga. I've been writing poetry since I was little, poetry is the way I express myself and it makes me original. I hope you enjoy my poetry. more »
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Kumiko Saito Poems
Being Set Free
Its overwhelming, having this feeling. I'm finally being set free, like a lovely butterfly coming out of its thick protected cacoon.
The song sung by a quiet lonely traveler, Holds all his dreams, wishes, and virtues. This passion he holds is greater than any other. He travels on that long road searching for the same thing
One boat, hits the raging waves. Oh Voyager, follow my light.
All of my memories, all of my regrets. Seem to be flooding back.
Who I am, isn’t up to them. Everyday is a celebration.
So when we step outside the car for that last time together, We find a new door to our friendship. All this time it has
When Someone's wish comes true
Let me write one last poem, On the silk white paper.
Why does this moment come? Where I myself am crying over stupid things Like heartbreak and disappointment. How can we get so worked up over something so silly?
Love on Fire
People say love is just friendship on fire, that people have such deep passion for each other. But sometimes that strong and beautiful fire burns out
Crowded in Darkness
Oh lovely rainbow, please bless me with your beautiful light. It seems the world is covered in darkness, Leaving no room for the pure light.
The beautiful doll that stares at me, It looks with such sadness, Even though it has a bright smile. But isn't that the way we work today?
Our beating hearts, moving in opposite directions. We've come to love the life we live, and hate each other.
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Being Set Free
Its overwhelming, having this feeling.
I'm finally being set free,
like a lovely butterfly coming out of its
thick protected cacoon.
I can no longer depend on anyone but myself.
Stepping foot in the real world for the first time,
I feel lonely.
There isn't any time to turn back,
Even though I want to put up that
symbolic white flag saying I give up.
I move forward since I can't turn back to the past.
I'm being set free.