SPiCa, a poem by Mocha-san

((This is a poem based off the song "SPiCa" by Hatsune Miku. This was made at school when I was thinking of the mood of the song. It's kinda long.))

A twinkle in the sky
Winter night
Like a silent theater,
I wait in the snow.

For you.

One solitary star
reflecting my heart
feelings
thoughts
wishes
as a sparkling dot
But…

Angels watch this star
Drifting so lightly
I reach out
and time stops

"I like you."
The orchestra of winter
opens
A majestic sound
Ever so far away
It rings in my ears
and floats softly
The snow moves my scarf
like wings of green
A happy tune
♪♪♪♪♪
of a frozen castle
♪♪♪♪♪
I want you here with me
The strings are struck
as white clouds the world
A ceremonial descent
for the Gemini

Let me hold you
Your pale hand
Feel the sensation
of this falling star
The flutes shriek so high!
Almost like Aquarius
yet sounds of Taurus
feeling power from Cancer
None, though
touch the glittering
Of the
SPiCa

It must feel lonely
Here in a blanket
of black and indigo
So empty
I touch the ice
So cold
Yet bright
A perfect night
So I speak

"Forevermore."

It echoes on,
the orchestral music
of a starlit night.
The ghosts of the past
buried here,
disappear.

Let me say this now.
Even with you so far,
I can hear your voice
like the violins
So powerful, like Capricorn
It roars
in this crystal cage
of white…

Snow whips around,
and caresses my face
With you,
you,
as my exclusive spotlight
The french horns blare
like Leo's roar
and strikes me
like Sagittarius's arrow
In this theater
a flash of green
in a world of blue
I raise my eyes
and smile
under the shimmer
of the solitary


SPiCa

Faded August, a poem by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: Presenting poem #2. Now I can get back to writing adorable HibiMomo and Fluttercord oneshots since I feel better.))

August summer
Wind blowing in the trees
I'm alone in my room
bored
as usual, of course

Summer's end…
"It'll be here soon…"
I think
as I watch the orange sunlight
disappear

I don't feel sad
but I'm not happy either
I wonder what they call that
Those kinds of emotions
Are they good?

I only have the silence
in this
faded August afternoon

Silver, a poem by Mocha-san

((Author's Note: I was sick last night. So, after that, I spent the afternoon questioning life and dozing in bed. As I was doing so, I decided to write some free verses. Here is #1.))

Silver.
Like a star
or maybe a moon
somewhere in the sky.
I don't know.

Silver.
A shiny grey
that reminds me of
an old key
hidden in a drawer.
I don't know.

Silver.
A dazzling sparkle
that looks like the flash
of a newly carved diamond
found in an old cave.
I don't know.

Silver.
It decorates many things
and treasures
that I probably won't have.
I don't know.