#sayori
Natsuki baked some cupcakes.
She left them all on the tray.
A blink of an eye,
Sayori dropped by
and took the whole tray away.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 1:10 AM UTC
Hey, don't worry about me.
Everything's ok in my
Life is good and there's no
Possibility of anything bad happening
My poems and other hobbies make me happy
Everything's great, and you shouldn't worry, ok?
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
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Get.
Out.
Of.
My.
Head.
Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you.
Get out of my head before I listen to everything she said to me.
Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you.
Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.
But a poem is never actually finished.
It just stops moving.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
Little ***** of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens
I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It's warm and tingly.
But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.
My collection makes me lots of friends.
Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
Down comes a bottle to save the day.
Night after night, more dreams.
Friend after friend, more bottles.
Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies.
Digging and digging.
Scraping and scraping.
I blow dust off my bottle caps.
It doesn't feel like time elapsed.
My empty shelf could use some more.
My friends look through my locked front door.
Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much?
I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other.
Holding them out to each and every friend.
Each and every bottle.
But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor.
They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren't smiling.
They're all shouting, pleading. Something.
But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Inside my head.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Cheery and bright,
She's just so neat.
You won't even notice
the darker qualities that lurk within.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
Four dots. Four lights
Each floating deep in an icy cavern
Each glints in time to an unknown beat
I see my breath, but I'm not cold
The crystals of water feel like rock,
or plastic
I feel warm here
Watching the four lights
Watching them glint as I speak to them
Looking to the back, at the fourth light
One light fades and goes out
The last light I looked at
The last light I made glint
It glinted fast, and went out
The other two glint
Still outshine the fourth
In the back, growing brighter
Another glints fast, pops away to black
The other just vanishes
Now I am alone with the last light
The brightest of all
And I see
It too was blinking
Faster than the light that faded too soon
Faster than the light that flared and then blew
Faster than the light than just ceased to be
It too was blinking
But I broke that light
And now in the dark
I see how cold it truly is
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC