Tokumei - Hello Poetry

Do you remember when we were young, and we hung out by this tree? Vividly, I remember. My heart used to pound loud, when you were near, every day. We would always roll down that stupid, steep hill once we heard our parents’ call for us. Do you remember when we slept here? Vividly, I remember. You fell asleep on my shoulder. You were so pretty. Your face, your freckles, your brown locks. You were what I wanted. Needed. Remember when you cried your blue eyes under the shade of the tree? Clearly, I remember. You never told me why but always said you were fine. I never believed you. I always wanted to be there for you, even when you were stubborn. I always loved you. I don’t know why you did it but finding you suspended from this tree only forces my hand to do the same. But I know you wouldn’t want that. I’ll visit you every day. I love you, Claire. Always.

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Oct 29, 2025

Oct 29, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC

Tokumei

Remember

Do you remember when we were young, and we hung out by this tree? Vividly, I remember. My heart used to pound loud, when you were near, every day. We would always roll down that stupid, steep hill once we heard our parents’ call for us. Do you remember when we slept here? Vividly, I remember. You fell asleep on my shoulder. You were so pretty. Your face, your freckles, your brown locks. You were what I wanted. Needed. Remember when you cried your blue eyes under the shade of the tree? Clearly, I remember. You never told me why but always said you were fine. I never believed you. I always wanted to be there for you, even when you were stubborn. I always loved you. I don’t know why you did it but finding you suspended from this tree only forces my hand to do the same. But I know you wouldn’t want that. I’ll visit you every day. I love you, Claire. Always.

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Simmer and shiver. The glass that shivers will never last forever.

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Sep 11, 2025

Sep 11, 2025 at 10:15 PM UTC

Tokumei

Fragile

Simmer and shiver. The glass that shivers will never last forever.

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Don’t execute—yourself from the problem you caused.

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Sep 10, 2025

Sep 10, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC

Tokumei

Excuses

Don’t execute—yourself from the problem you caused.

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Words are strong if you give them strength.

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC

Tokumei

Words

Words are strong if you give them strength.

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I get aggravated—yes. But not like everyone else. When I get upset, I don’t escalate; it vanishes— like I never was upset. Weird. Even the most aggravating thing can’t make me break down— deep breaths and everything becomes simple again. Weird. I just hope this doesn’t cause unfinished grieving. If someone died in my life and I went through that cycle again— I might not even notice they were gone. Weird. I might smile the next day and be completely normal. Weird.

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Aug 29, 2025

Aug 29, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC

Tokumei

Weird

I get aggravated—yes. But not like everyone else. When I get upset, I don’t escalate; it vanishes— like I never was upset. Weird. Even the most aggravating thing can’t make me break down— deep breaths and everything becomes simple again. Weird. I just hope this doesn’t cause unfinished grieving. If someone died in my life and I went through that cycle again— I might not even notice they were gone. Weird. I might smile the next day and be completely normal. Weird.

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I’m not lonely—I’m just alone.

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC

Tokumei

Lone

I’m not lonely—I’m just alone.

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Every day, I keep my head up. Every day, I get bullied. Every day, I keep a smile on my face. Every day, I get a black eye. Every day, I laugh. Every day, I cry. But every day… I stay positive. Positive. Positive. Stay positive. Look at the bright side — But the hill is too high. What if staying positive isn’t the answer? What if anger and revenge were? No — that’s negativity. Stay positive. That rich, rare (forced) smile must stay on your face. It must. The next day comes. As every day goes, I stay positive. My bullies trip me. The whole school laughs. I stand up, laughing with them. I laugh. Laugh. Laugh. My voice becoming hoarse, raspy — As my laugh grows louder, I reach into my bag and grab a knife. Stay positive. Stay positive. (Cut them) Stay positive. **** them) Stay positive. (Make them all suffer) My mind is blank before I wake up — White padded room. Straight jacket. The metal door opens. A doctor steps in: “Ash Westword… You killed 23 people in your school. Why?”

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Jul 17, 2025

Jul 17, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC

Tokumei

Positivity

Every day, I keep my head up. Every day, I get bullied. Every day, I keep a smile on my face. Every day, I get a black eye. Every day, I laugh. Every day, I cry. But every day… I stay positive. Positive. Positive. Stay positive. Look at the bright side — But the hill is too high. What if staying positive isn’t the answer? What if anger and revenge were? No — that’s negativity. Stay positive. That rich, rare (forced) smile must stay on your face. It must. The next day comes. As every day goes, I stay positive. My bullies trip me. The whole school laughs. I stand up, laughing with them. I laugh. Laugh. Laugh. My voice becoming hoarse, raspy — As my laugh grows louder, I reach into my bag and grab a knife. Stay positive. Stay positive. (Cut them) Stay positive. **** them) Stay positive. (Make them all suffer) My mind is blank before I wake up — White padded room. Straight jacket. The metal door opens. A doctor steps in: “Ash Westword… You killed 23 people in your school. Why?”

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