Showing posts with label heartbreak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heartbreak. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Sprout (2012)


This is a very high school story, if there ever was one.   I decided to give it a try so as to give myself a break from all the other things I’ve been on to lately that tended to be more on the serious, psychological, and dark-themed persuasion.  I’d say it was cute, if you liked this kind of high school candy.  I’m sure many out there would like it.


Souhei, along with two other people, end up as boarders in Miku’s home.  Things get awkward at first – Miku wasn’t really willing to let strangers invade her cushy home-life.  But then soon enough she develops a crush on Souhei and thinks of him as her “fated person.”  Problem is, Souhei has a girlfriend, Miyuki.  Miku, while not exactly popular in school, finds herself creating an awkward friendship with Miyuki, who gets bullied and gossiped about.  And then there’s Hayato, Souhei’s best friend, who ends up falling for Miku.  It’s a four-way street from there.  The story goes through the motions of showing the awkwardness of youth, naivete, first love, and heartbreak through a dewy summer-themed lens to the background song Betty’s a Bombshell by Grouplove.  I rather liked this song.  As to the series, the pace was good – thirty minute episodes, so it went quite fast and didn’t get too boring.  The thing is, the actors (except perhaps for the Souhei kid) came off as stiff, cold, and awkward; as if they didn’t feel quite comfortable with their roles.  But come to think of it, given the themes, they were supposed to look awkward and uncomfortable, being teens trying to figure things out by trial and error, yes?  Oh well.   Anyway, it wasn’t all that bad.  It’s good for something light and cute, if that’s what you’re after.  Enjoy! 

Sunday, May 16, 2010

the next two minutes

I breathe
the passing moments
in another woman’s dress.
In the next two minutes,
I am beautiful
and beloved.
Her music is mine,
and the tears I cry
will be hers, too.
When she says
she loves you,
those are my words.
Let her say them for me.
I am voiceless
and unseen.
I hide, retreat into
her darkness;
and she is bright, brighter,
brightest. I shine,
sparkle; made free.
And in the next two minutes,
I am she.

Paper Cuts

my skin

as any knife

can never do.

I bleed as no knife

could ever make me.

Fancy this cut,

so shallow;

hurts my bones,

bleeds my mind.

I am irrational

in my pain.

Outside I smile;

the wound so

small and silent.

You were the page

on which my story

should have been writ.

But you left me

nothing more

than this cut.

Why won’t it stop

bleeding?