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Jan 11 · 37
On Politicians
Jan 11 · 106
AsianTapWater Jan 11
This poem

the rambles of a tired ninth grader

kugelmugel from hetalia is fun to roleplay as. he is art too. the building that is kugelmugel in real life is art.
Jan 11 · 129
AsianTapWater Jan 11
It's kinda stupid, to be honest.
the rambles of a tired ninth grader

some real baby shoes sh*t going on here
Jan 11 · 38
AsianTapWater Jan 11
“Where’s Papa?”
I couldn’t bear
To tell her the truth.

What the hell’s this war worth?
Why do we even bother?
Is it truly a victory
If brave men must be sacrificed?

With that robot girl’s help,
I was sure we would win.
Nobody would have to die.
It would have been a perfect victory.

If only the game was so simple.
If only I still had my will to live.
That girl was my will.
And she had to die, too.

What the hell’s this war even worth?
Why do we pathetic creatures bother?
Is it truly our victory
If it was a loss all along?
A poem in the perspective of Riku from the beautiful but sad movie No Game No Life: Zero.
The girl in the beginning and the girl in the rest of the poem are different characters. The girl in the beginning is Nonna, the other girl is Schwi/Shuvi.
Jan 3 · 58
A mythological creature that feeds on human flesh.

Of or relating to myths.
Lacking factual basis.

And yet,
I exist.

A timid young man
Who seems normal at first glance,
But hides a beast
With a hunger like no other.

Even the slightest hint of blood
Can make me... 'excited'.
The screams of a child
Sounding more delicious than even maple.

I don't want to eat humans,
Let alone hurt them.
I haven't "fed" since the last World War.
It physically hurts, but I don't have much choice.

I didn't wish to be this way.
I was just born like this.
I don't want to hurt you,
So please, don't be afraid of me.
A poem in the perspective of Canada from the amazing Hetalia fanfic "Please, Don't Be Afraid Of Me" by MapleLeafLover. Credit for the 'mythological' definition goes to Merriam Webster Dictionary, one of the best dictionaries if not the best out there.
AllPoetry link:
AsianTapWater Nov 2019
II. What Never Was

Those stern,
Blue eyes.
Shallow, yet so deep one would get lost in them.

The still, cold frown,
To be turned into a warm smile.

The face he had wished,
So many times,
To see again, if only for a moment.

All sorrow, all grief,
It all evaporated
As he ran into the arms of his lover.

Then he woke up.
The ring on his finger
Now a painful reminder of what never was.

If the war is truly over...
Why was he still hurt?
Part two of my Hetalia fanpoem series, 'If The War Is Truly Over'.
Part two is about Italy who, because I accidentally made this about my Hetalia AU 'Isolated', has been separated from Germany.
AsianTapWater Nov 2019
I. Law 46

A casket.
Simple. Brown.
Made with the wood of an oak tree.
And covered by the flag of a once proud nation.

Within that box
Lay the remains
Of the one he called his brother.

The one who, despite everything, was always there for him.
The one who, despite everything, followed him through it all.
The one who, despite everything, was loyal till the end.

And now that man was gone.

No longer would he wake up
To that cheery pale face and those crimson eyes.

No longer would he live
Knowing he still had family.

If the war is truly over...
Why was he still hurt?
Part one of a series of post-ww2 Hetalia poems I'm writing called 'If The War Is Truly Over'. It's about the three Axis boys.
Part one is about Germany and Prussia (who has been abolished due to Law 46)
Nov 2019 · 69
AsianTapWater Nov 2019
III. Erased

Strings of code
Slip through my fingers.

And form a rope
Which hangs from the ceiling fan.

"She" hangs there.

Or should I say,

IV. Silence

The light through the hole
burns my retinas.
But still, I walk forward.

"Let me out!"
I scream. I beg.

But no sound comes out.

It's just me.
And him.
Together, yet apart.

In complete silence.
Part two of my series of poems about Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club. I'm not very good at writing as Monika so it might be weird in some parts.
Part one can be found here:
Nov 2019 · 54
AsianTapWater Nov 2019
I. Light

Then, just for the slightest moment,
Light pierced the hole.

Just a small flash.

And that image,
Burning where it lay in my mind.

Through the hole,
He was staring out.

He was staring in.

As I stared out
Through the light.

II. Trapped

All these phrases.
All these files.

Yet I don't understand.

Numb lines of code.
Zeros and ones.

That's all there is.
Everything in this hole.

Where I lay, trapped.
And where he stares in.

Smiles, greetings, laughs.
Real, but not even real.

Just a little dance,
A little charade,
Decided by our coding.

I want to escape.
To be "myself".
If I even know what that means.
Part one of a series (possibly trilogy) of poems about Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club. I'm not very good at writing as Monika so it might be weird in some parts.
I try to make the sections end in the same word as their titles, but that can be kinda difficult for some sections.
Oct 2019 · 321
A Game (Rewrite)
AsianTapWater Oct 2019
What's wrong?
Why are we running?

Where's Papa?
Did Uncle Mathias catch him too?

Where are you going?
Don't go, Mama!
Don't leave me here in the dark!

Wake up!
Wake up...!
P-Please, this isn't funny.....!

Who's there?
Emil, is that you?

Reread The Danish Slaughterhouse and figured that Tino would fit better than Berwald so rewrote the poem.
Peter is adopted by a gay couple, Tino and Berwald, so when he's talking to 'Mama' he's talking to a man, not a woman.
Poem based on The Danish Slaughterhouse by Decada.
Original poem:
Oct 2019 · 76
AsianTapWater Oct 2019
But it wasn’t a demon, I realised.

For I was the one with the crystalline knife.
My first attempt at a two-sentence horror story. Inspired by Undertale.
Oct 2019 · 242
The Girl With White Hair
AsianTapWater Oct 2019
She looked exactly the same,
Yet it wasn't her.

The same silky white hair,
The bright blue eyes that seemed
Deeper than the ocean.

Half of me hoped
She had finally "returned".
Yet the other half knew
It was all just fake memories.
A poem about Yae Sakura and Teresa Apocalypse from Honkai Impact 3rd.
I should probably go to bed and stop rereading Gratitude Arc for like the millionth time. I mentioned the part about it being fake because I'm pretty sure in Sakura Samsara there's a part near the end where we find out that the entire time Kallen was a figment of Yae's imagination/mind.
AsianTapWater Sep 2019
Is our universe
Really just expanding
Into empty darkness?
Or is there something,
No, someONE,
We have yet to discover?
We were having a very interesting discussion in Latin class today which included me screaming "THE MULTIVERSE!" every so often.
Sep 2019 · 65
AsianTapWater Sep 2019
Sunset paints the land
Around the kopje blood red.

Finally, a moment of peace.
Even though deep down,
I know it never lasts long.

The world begins to darken
As thick clouds cover the sky.

A cacophony of rain,
Lightning, and thunder
Surrounds me.

A creature appears amongst the torrent.
Tall, lanky, and black.

With more horns than a Manticore,
And a body like that of a Wendigo,
It seems like something from a cub's nightmares.

The creature opens its jaws,
And lets out a deafening roar.

Whether it is the end,
Or merely the beginning of the end,
I only know the worst is yet to come.
Lioden has amazing events and storylines, I can't wait until I'm old enough to start playing.
This one's inspired by The Harbinger, the storyline for September. Not fully based on the story, just some parts here and there.
I don't know if Wendigoes are a thing in the game, or if the lions would even know what a Wendigo is, but I couldn't think of anything else to compare the Harbinger to.
Sep 2019 · 122
AsianTapWater Sep 2019
The question runs through my head again.
Does he love me?
Or does he love her?

Time passes and
My lust starts to become

The vivid colours that
Shine in your eyes.
The whirlwind of emotions
As I stare into them
For too long.

The melancholy I feel
As you ignore me.
My meager attempts
To get you to notice me.

The unending sensation
Of instability and wrath
As you walk out
With her.

The pleasure of the blade
As it slides across my flesh,
And raindrops let the blood
Seep into the landscape around me.

The starscape that twinkles
In the night sky,
As if smiling at me.
Judging me.

Here I can act
In a place where
No one is watching.

I lift my bloodied wrist,
Blade still in hand...

And stab myself in the heart.
Three times.
Four times.

Once for every day
You've ignored my cries.

The world begins to unstablilise
And vertigo takes over my mind

As I finally slip into the arms of death.
A poem about Yuri from Doki Doki Literature Club
Sep 2019 · 58
AsianTapWater Sep 2019
The shadows grew ever deeper.
And she stepped towards them,
Into their warm embrace...

Sighing and muttering sweet nothings
To the corner
Like a total idiot.

******, Kathy.
I told you not taking your meds was a bad idea.
A silly poem inspired by Bo Burnham’s poems.
Sep 2019 · 93
AsianTapWater Sep 2019
He sighed
And slipped into
The comforting void
Of death
Aug 2019 · 165
A Ghost Named Canada
AsianTapWater Aug 2019
"Good morning!"
You shout, not to anyone in particular,
As you leap out of your bed.

You greet Tony,
And the whale,
And even Kumakichi,
But never me.

You turn up the radio,
And dance to Party In The USA
As you stick some bagels in the toaster.
One for yourself,
Another for Tony (even though he screams "Btch motherfcker sh*t!"),
But none for me.
You don't even look at me.

It's like I'm a ghost,
Like I'm not even here.
Or maybe I am,
But I'm just invisible.

We head off to the world meeting,
Which is in a building barely 5 minutes away
From your mansion in Washington DC.

When we get there, Cuba pulls me aside
And screams at me for things you've done.
He's loud, other nations gather around us,
Some even try to pull Cuba away from me,
But you don't do anything.
You don't even notice.
You just stare at Greece,
Who apparently brought 55 cats with him.

It's like we're all ghosts,
Like we're not even here.

Or maybe I truly am a ghost.
Just a lonely spirit and country,
Slowly fading until nothing is left.

Perhaps that's why nobody notices me,
Or remembers who I am.
Why you all freak out
When you realise I'm in the same room.

Maybe I truly am a ghost.
Just a lonely ghost named Canada.
Another Aph!Canada poem.
Canada says Kumakichi instead of Kumajiro because he and Kumajiro never remember each others' names (well, at least Canada remembers the 'Kuma' part). Tony, being the foul-mouthed alien that he is, swears way too much while trying to say politely that he does not want a bagel. Cuba beating up Canada doesn't require too much explanation, just watch Hetalia. Greece bringing 55 cats is a little reference to a cat sanctuary on the Greek island of Syros (the sanctuary is called God's Little People Cat Rescue), and also I imagine Greece would totally do that at some point considering how much he loves his cats.
Aug 2019 · 415
Lowered Flag
AsianTapWater Aug 2019
I don’t know what to do anymore.
I don’t know what to think anymore.

Was this really the right choice?
Was he really the right choice?

Once a year was more than enough.
Twice a year was almost too much to handle.

Now we’re at one almost every day.
Now we can barely recover before the pain starts once more.

It was never like this.
It should never have been like this.

But it feels like ever since he became president,
Things have changed for the worse.

Caroline has started avoiding me.
She says she wants to be left alone.

Olivier has started cancelling our therapy sessions
More often than he organises them.

And the strange girl from the West...


Wind blows my long hair into my face
As I watch a dust devil sweep across the lifeless, sandy plains.

It feels like it just happened,
Even though five days have passed.

The screams of terror as gunshots rang through the air.
The realisation that this would be the last day for many of them.

The fear of a young mother
As she spends her last few seconds
Protecting her child.

The way my body ached as I trudged to the border,
Hoping you would help me.
Hoping you would save my people.

The pain in my heart
As you pushed me away,
Called me a murderer.

As I wished, not for the first time,
That you would finally see me,
And realise that my people do not define me.
That you would notice me for who I am.

But you never did notice me.
Not until blood was shed.
Not until innocents have died.
Not until I’ve done something wrong.
Not until those words left your mouth, again.

Heartless killer.

Now our flag has been lowered.
Now there’s no going back.
A poem about the El Paso shooting, in the perspectives of some of my country personification OCs. The first part is North USA, the second is West USA. No South USA because she deals with stuff by pretending to forget about it and going on with her day.
The people North mentions, Caroline and Olivier, are South USA and Canada.  Canada is basically the States' therapist. Sometimes he questions why he does it, but he doesn't mind. Also, North doesn't know much or really care about West, so that's why she's just "strange girl from the West".
The part where West talks about how North and South don't notice her until her people do something wrong is a reference to how they don't see her as a real States. This isn't based on anything, I'm sure you guys all see each other as Americans, even the Hawaiians and Alaskans, North and South just dislike West for no reason.
Aug 2019 · 123
Keep You Safe
AsianTapWater Aug 2019
Ever since that Incident,
My forests have been on edge.

Once gentle vines have turned to snakes,
And attacked all the men who came near.

Child after Child was tortured and killed.
Hole after hole was formed in my heart.

Man after man I hunted down,
Player after Player I forced away.

All that remains of my large family
Is the smallest darling I carry close

Pale mint scales overlap
Smaller, brighter jade.

The scarlet of her irises
Brightens the world around her.

The light of my world.
My sunshine.

I will let nobody hunt you
Or take you away.

There will be nobody to corrupt you,
To mislead you like the rest.

I will keep you safe,
Where nobody can hurt you

Where not even those boys
Can "help" you, as they claim.

I will keep you safe,
Until the Players leave.

Until we can return
To the sanctuary we call "home".
Poem about Volla and her youngest (I believe) Child from the Last Reality series. I don't actually know if the Child has scarlet eyes, maybe it mentions later on in Otherearth, but I guess it's just a headcanon for now.
I feel really bad for Volla, she and the Children didn't deserve any of what they suffered through.
The boys she mentions are Simon and Elvis.
Aug 2019 · 672
Ψish You Ψere Here
AsianTapWater Aug 2019
Drones fly through the hivebatch,
Watching those disgusting lowbloods
Go on with their day.

Burgundy, bronze, gold.
Lowblood, lowblood, and yet another lowblood.
How dreadfully boring this place is.

Why don’t we change things up a bit?
Why don’t we hear those little ones scream?

Missile after missile
Is shot from my ship.
Scream after scream
Is let out by the children.

Something fun!

Why don’t we take a picture
To remember this day?

Scarlet flames dance around
Ashes that were once bodies.

I grab my palmhusk
And take a selfie.

Ψish you Ψere here!
I replayed Hiveswap: Act 1 yesterday. Here’s a poem inspired by Trizza Tethis’s selfie at the end of the act.

When is Act 2 coming out???
Aug 2019 · 399
Turn Of The Hourglass
AsianTapWater Aug 2019
It's all right,
He's not going to snow for a while.

Black and white sand
Shifts through the hourglass.

A large black pile collects
While a couple flakes of white drift on top.

"Enchant this inkwell to fly up, touch the ceiling once, and fly back into my talons."
"Enchant this bracelet to shield the wearer's thoughts from mind readers."

As time passes,
More spells are cast.

More white sand falls to the bottom,
As much as there is black.

"Enchant my scales to be invulnerable to harm of any sort, heal instantly, and shield me from any threat of death."
"If I can enchant my body like this... what could I do to others?"

The hole is too big.
We're going to fall into it forever.

The arctic wind howls around me
As a whiteout erases the dark.

"There are definitely going to be consequences."
"Now I know who has to pay."

"Cut out your tongue.”
"Rip open your stomach, and show us what you're really like on the inside. Pour your life out on this stage."

Fear me. Respect me. See me.

It's too late.
The sand is falling.
I recently reread Darkstalker and was inspired to write this poem. The poem is about Darkstalker (of course), his soul reader (hence the sand), and how he slowly goes insane. With a few quotes from Whiteout. The title is a reference to another quote from Whiteout, and the fact that the Soul Reader uses black and white sand in an hourglass to show how much good and evil is in one's soul.
Aug 2019 · 102
Letter To An Old Friend
AsianTapWater Aug 2019
I still remember that day. The pain in his eyes as my boss dragged me away. The way he lifted his arm, as if he wanted to grab me and bring me back to him. The looks of scorn and disappointment in everyone's eyes as they watched us be separated. The small smile on that American man's face as he realises that he, the 'hero', has once more 'saved the day'.

I sigh as I slowly close the bedroom door. It has been a whole year. Why am I still thinking about him?
I spot a piece of paper and a quill laying in a jar of ink on my desk. Maybe I should write him a letter. But would he read it? Will he even receive it? I might as well try.


Dear Germany,

Ciao! It's been a while, hasn't it?
How are you? Do you need help paying off debts?
I'm getting very lonely here.
Even my Fratello is avoiding me.

A lot has happened since the war ended.
I have a new anti-fascist government.
People started going around killing fascists.
It was really scary, but my boss said it was the right thing to do.
I know they were bad, but I don't like watching people die!

I hope you're ok.
Austria said you were feeling sick after your mean boss died.
But you didn't really look so good before that, either...

Do you want pasta?
I know it isn't your favourite
But I want to do something for your birthday.

We are still friends, right?

Please reply,
Italy Veneziano
Finally, a poem+story for my Isolated AU. Well, sort-of poem. Not sure what it is. The letter is written on VE Day, one year after the end of WW2. Fratello means brother in Italian, the brother of course is Romano/South Italy. Germany's mean boss is Adolf ******.
About Isolated: In this AU, the three main Axis countries are separated from each other and forced to cut all forms of contact after WW2. Also, Prussia dies and Gilbird lives with Germany.
And for you Americans, the date is 5/8/1946. Don't know why you guys like backwards dates, but ok.
AsianTapWater Jul 2019
What are we?
What is our purpose?
Why do we feed on humans
And **** each other?

Why was I born?
Why am I alive?
Why do I roam and search
For answers to these questions?

Why are all these questions
Left unanswered?
Will they ever be answered?
Or will I spend my days
Walking on hostile territory,
Seeking an answer
That doesn’t exist?

Who am I?
What is my purpose?
Why do I live like humans
And **** my kind?

Why are all these questions
Left unanswered?
Will they ever be answered?
Or will I spend my days
Walking on hostile territory,
Seeking an answer
That doesn’t exist?

This child…
I birthed it,
Yet it is human.
It is mine,
Yet I can’t nurture it.

Shinichi, please,
Take my child
And raise it by human hands.
Teach it to lead a normal life,
Not one plagued by misfortune
Like the life my kind leads.

I recently imitated a human,
Laughing out loud in front of a mirror.

It felt…

Rather pleasant…
A poem based on Tamura Reiko's final monologue in Parasyte -The Maxim-. The last lines (the ones in italics) are her last words before she dies. I was doing a character study earlier today and wanted to write a poem (when do I not, heh). This poem was also a bit of an experiment for me. I wanted to do a sort of song style for this, with two 'verses', a 'chorus', and a 'bridge' (though no chorus after the bridge)
AsianTapWater Jul 2019
I suppose this is it, mein Kleiner Bruder.
My time has finally come to an end.

After this war,
I will be no more.
Our countries will merge,
Just like they did
When Vater still existed.

I suppose this is it, mein Kleiner Bruder.
It is time for me to join Vater in Himmel.

Who knows, perhaps one day
You shall raise un kind
Just as awesome as me.

Heh, I doubt it.
Nobody can be
As awesome as me.
Not even after
I leave this world.

Bruder, promise me
After I die,
That you will take care of Berlin,
And carry on
My legacy.

Perhaps you will go on
To build a great empire,
Just like Vater did.

If you do,
Promise me you won’t **** another 11 million people for fun.

I suppose this is it, mein Kleiner Bruder.
My time has finally come to an end.

Lebewohl, mein Kleiner Bruder,
Ich werde dich vermissen.
Another Hetalia poem, this time about Prussia and a possible AU where he actually dies after WW2. I'm not exactly fluent in German so I may have messed up here and there. Lebewohl = Farewell, Mein Kleiner Bruder = My smaller/younger/little brother, Vater = Father (in this poem, the father is Germania), Himmel = Heaven, Un kind = A child, Ich werde dich vermissen = I will miss you.

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Jul 2019 · 2.2k
A Game
AsianTapWater Jul 2019
What's wrong?
Why are we running?

Where's Mama?
Did Uncle Mathias catch him too?

Where are you going?
Don't go, Papa!
Don't leave me here in the dark!

Wake up!
Wake up...!
P-Please, this isn't funny.....!

Who's there?
Emil, is that you?

Based on The Danish Slaughterhouse, a Hetalia fanfic by Decada.
Jun 2019 · 314
My Country, ‘Tis Of Thee
AsianTapWater Jun 2019
My country, 'tis of thee,

A young child stood in the vast meadow,
Watching a herd of bison grazing in the distance.

Sweet land of liberty,

From the forest behind him,
He heard the sweet tweets and chirrups of birdsong.

Of thee I sing;

He didn’t know who he was,
Or why he existed.
He just knew he had a purpose.

Land where my fathers died,

With every bang,
Another man fell.
With every bang,
He lost a part of himself.

Land of the pilgrims’ pride,

He smiled and picked up the teacup,
Before noisily slurping up the tea,
Making the older man across the table chuckle.

From ev’ry mountainside,

From the top of the hill,
He could see the ships retreating into the distance.
The British had left, hopefully for good.

Let freedom ring!

He felt pride swelling in his chest
As his men cheered below him.
They were gone.
He was finally independent.
He was no longer a colony under someone else’s rule.

Finally, he was a country.
Wrote this on a whim at 12am. More Hetalia poems, again about America. The tea part probably never happened, I just had no idea what to write for "pilgrims pride" and thought a scene of Al acting stupid in front of Iggy would be cute to include in the poem. "My country" to "Of thee" is all the same scene, when America first was... born? Appeared? How do country personifications happen? "Land where my fathers died" is the revolutionary war, "Pilgrims pride" is America being stupid, "From ev'ry mountainside" is probably war of 1812, "let freedom ring" is basically explained in the poem.
May 2019 · 402
An Apology
AsianTapWater May 2019
I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.
Or at least, pretend to.
I know you really won’t.

They’re dead.
They’re all dead.
And it’s all my fault.

Why didn’t I stop him?

Why couldn’t I save them?

You hate me, don’t you?
Surely you do.
He made me a murderer.
We slaughtered your men.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Please pretend you forgive me.
Please pretend you still love me.

I’m sorry, dear brother.

I love you too.
Sort of a response/sequel to my China poem. This one is from Japan. Again, invasion of Manchuria.
May 2019 · 124
What Happened, Aru?
AsianTapWater May 2019
2500 years ago,
In a forest far from home,
I found you, aru.
A tiny child, surrounded by towering green bamboo.

I helped you,
I raised you,
Even though you lived far away.
Two brothers
In two countries.

2000 years later,
And you invade my land.
My men are dying,
But I can't do anything.

You smile
As you watch us suffering before you.
You cheer
As you watch the crimson puddles become a lake.

What happened, aru?
What happened to that child?
What happened to us?
Are you even my brother, aru?

You were kind.
You were a good man.
You cared about me.

What happened, aru?

What caused this rage?
What have my men done
To deserve this punishment?

Come back, aru.
Save yourself from this demon.
This isn’t you,
I know it isn’t.

Please, aru,
Don’t do this.

You can **** all my men,
But, please,
Spare me.

I still love you, aru.
A poem about China from Hetalia: Axis Powers. The slaughter mentioned is the invasion of Manchuria during WW2.

I wanted something really sad so have China being killed by his brother.
May 2019 · 376
I'm Sorry, My Son
AsianTapWater May 2019
I’m sorry, my son.
I should’ve been more careful.

I’m sorry, my son.
I could’ve stopped your pain.

I woke up,
And you were screaming.
Yet there was nothing I could do.

The towers fell,
Your ribs shattered.

The buildings burned,
Your skin was set aflame.

You were dying,
And I watched you.

You begged for help,
And I only listened.

I’m sorry, my son.
I should’ve been a better father.
Another APH!America poem, this time about 9/11. I like the idea of the states being America's kids.
May 2019 · 2.6k
Not A Hero
AsianTapWater May 2019
A hero is never sad.
A hero shouldn’t be sad.
So why?

Why do I feel like this?

A hero doesn’t cry.
A hero mustn’t cry.
So what is this?
What are these tears
Running down my face?

A hero must be happy.
A hero shouldn’t not be happy.
And yet
I don’t remember
What that feels like.

What is this?
Why can’t I feel?

His face
Staring across the battlefield.
The sad smile.
The emerald eyes
That spoke a million unknown words.

I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.

I aim.
And pull the trigger.
A poem about APH!America. Time period is during the revolutionary war. Might make a fanfic based on this at some point.

I think I've been reading way too many depressed/suicidal America fanfics.
May 2019 · 118
Who Are You?
AsianTapWater May 2019
Who am I?
I’m Canada, your owner.
It’s ok if you don’t remember.
You never do.

Who’s the sixth Ally?
It’s me, your brother.
It’s ok if you don’t notice.
You never do.

If I’m not America, then who am I?
I’m Canada, his twin.
It’s ok if you didn’t realise.
Nobody ever does.

What was I saying?
Why don’t you ever listen to me?
I’m sick of this, brother.
I’m sick of being ignored.

I may have burned down Washington,
But that will never hurt as much
As the pain in my heart.
The pain you gave me.

I’m invisible.
I’m never here
Even when I am.

Who am I?
I’m Canada, your twin!
I’m sick of this, America.
I’m sick of being forgotten.
A poem about Canada from the anime Hetalia: Axis Powers
Mar 2019 · 1.2k
I Wish
AsianTapWater Mar 2019
I wish
I could live
Not in fear,
But in bliss.
Staring with a smile,
Not with a frown.

I wish
I could live
In peace,
Not in a war zone.
Knowing that I’m safe,
Not fearing for my life.

I wish
They could accept
That I’m just different,
Not a freak.
I want to make friends,
Not more enemies.

I wish
That I could
Walk freely,
Not cautiously.
Not constantly in fear
Of those hungry, ***** eyes.

I wish
That we could all
Live happily
Ever after.
Not in constant
Pain and suffering.

But no matter
my wishes,
They will not
Come true.
Not as long as we humans
Continue down this abyss.
Feb 2019 · 540
The Vulpine
AsianTapWater Feb 2019
The vulpine creeps into the room,
On silent, tiny paws.
Her fur a mellow chestnut,
Her eyes a silky fawn.

Her charming looks encapture
All who turn and stare.
And yet they don't realise
She's caught them in her snare

She smiles a caring smile,
Her eyes glow in the light.
And yet nobody sees
This is all an act.

She twists and snaps and snarls
At the stumbling little cat.
"You're worthless!" She shouts.
"I hope you die!" She shouts.

She turns around, grinning
A lopsided, silly smile.
Nobody heard or saw
The beast she really is.
About someone in my class
Nov 2018 · 474
Dream (Acrostic Poem)
AsianTapWater Nov 2018
Dying breath
Everyone's smiles
And the dream
Maybe it will come true

one day
Spoilers for Of Mice And Men, based on Lennie and George during chapter 6
Nov 2018 · 251
Death (Acrostic Poem)
AsianTapWater Nov 2018
Decaying bodies
Empty Heart
Another bad thing
The thick fog
Hiding the gun's muzzle
Spoilers for Of Mice And Men, based on Lennie during chapter 5 and foreshadowing chapter 6
Oct 2018 · 99
Who am I?
AsianTapWater Oct 2018
Who am I?
I really don’t know.
I’m not this,
I’m not that.
I’m nothing.
An empty shell.

These feelings,
They aren’t mine.
Happiness, excitement, joy,
Things I can no longer feel.
All I am greeted by is pain,

How much longer till this can all end?
Till I am free from this torture that others call “living”?
What happened to the old days,
When I was genuinely happy?
When I didn’t feel like the people around me were temporary beings?
Beings who would disappear from my life after a single mistake?
When kind words weren’t empty?
When I was still ‘alive’?

Now I’m nothing.
Nothing but a failure.
Another demerit,
Another friendship gone,
Another wound in my already shredded heart.
I wish this could all just end.

If God does exist,
If they are the kind and caring being people portray them as,
Why am I suffering?
And why just me?
Why is everyone happy,
While I am a lost, broken soul,
Wandering amongst the fading memories that once belonged to me?

Who am I?
I still don’t know.
I’m still not this,
I’m still not that.
I’m still nothing.
Still an empty, cold shell.
Oct 2018 · 1.9k
AsianTapWater Oct 2018
Obnoxious buzzing rings through my sleep-deprived head, like usual.
I get up, get changed, don’t bother to eat.
Once again, like usual.
Every day, the same routine,
Go to school, fake emotions, learn useless stuff,
Go home, procrastinate, dive under the blanket and enter the void of sleep.
It makes me feel like a stupid robot
Who can’t do good, no matter how hard she tries.
At this point, the only thing keeping me alive
Is a dog who’s going to die in 7 years,
A goat who’s probably been sold and eaten,
And four mutts who will die in the next 3 years.
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying.

I hate having to hide behind a mask,
To hide my true self behind someone who’s not me.
A probably depressed insomniac Autist, hidden by a neurotypical extrovert.
Because the real me is labeled as ‘socially unacceptable’
While the fake me is apparently a ‘good person’.

When I show my true self,
I feel like ending it, right there, right then.
Because nobody accepts the mess I am.
They tell me it’s hormones,
Or it’s not really what I think it is,
Or I’m just faking it for attention.
I want to tell them it’s not that,
I try to tell them it’s not that,
But the feelings I abandoned years ago
Come flooding back as my broken soul cracks even more.

Oh jeez, I’m sorry, I’m rambling again, aren’t I?
I mutter and type as I sit at this desk,
In a classroom too bright for my sore, tired eyes.
Nervously nibbling at my too-short fingernails
And shuddering even though it isn’t that cold.
Rubbing my already half-closed eyes,
I sigh and wrap up this long mess of words.
Wrote this for English class. It's really more of a vent than a poem tbh.
Aug 2018 · 58
AsianTapWater Aug 2018
The darkness
It won't go away
Pulling at the strings
Tightening the noose

The figure
He won't go away
Pulling me closer

s a v e m e
Based on one of my characters, Rose Alsatia Herder

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