Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki
Biography of Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki
I wouldn't consider myself to be a poet, or for any of these creations I have made to necessarily be called 'poems'. Though you may call them what you wish, I consider them as miniature stories.
I've always been writing since I was rather little, maybe 6 years-of-age. My only teacher has told me that I should become a writer.
Corvette Nezumi Mikazuki Poems
What Is Up There?
Sometimes I look into the sky, Why? What is up there?
What Is It To You?
This life I live, What is it to you? Am I even a human to you? Or am I just a toy for you to tinker with?
The Voices Tell Me...
I hear the symphony down the hall But, no music? The aristocrats are scared Their souls lost into oblivion,
Have You Ever Wondered If You Could Fly?
Have You Ever Wondered If You Could Fly? Maybe in another world or realm, Or maybe… It’s all just in my head…
Just As A Waterfall
A girl lies alone Her eyes broken in tears Her mascara streams down her face, Like a black waterfall flowing
I Write A Letter
I Write A Letter Only your name is mentioned I hear your voice drift away “are you becoming a memory now? ”
Is This Truly Me?
A heart full of darkness “is this truly mine? ” I can’t help but wonder what this dark aura engulfing me is “is this truly me? ”
I stand firm in an open field A group of friends: Friends which are fake Friends which are real,
I’ve been thinking about you All the times we shared All the grief we feared Holidays spent together
I Keep To Myself, I Write
Alone in my room Darkness fills the emptiness I keep to myself, I write
I Want To Set My World On Fire
I want to set my world on fire. Nothing is worth anything anymore. All value that was once there is gone, Not even the trees will produce oxygen
The Boy At The End Of The Hall
A boy at the end of a hall Such a devilish grin breaking through his lips His eyes widen You can see his lust for death
A huge Victorian castle Dancing, dancing, dancing… Beautiful dresses sparking under the glissading chandeliers
I walk Blocking out the word with the sound of others screaming I wish Locking everything deep inside without a speck of light
Blocking out the word with the sound of others screaming
Locking everything deep inside without a speck of light
Believing in a fantasy that exists only in my mind
Searching for answers that wonder within oblivion