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"kawaii" poems
By Arcassin Burnham We could play with guns like cowboy bebop, Slay demons like inyunasha, The blue lights in Tokyo couldn't be anymore beautiful, Getting a little sensual with small amounts of ****** That's pretty lame, Kissing me with purple and pink lipstick, And for that I'll make you anything kawaii, You could be the crazy chick on fooly cooly, It wouldnt be bad if you Could do me.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
"Anime Love"
More than just kawaii desu More than nico nico ni And senpai noticing me You are the reason my heart goes doki doki More than the final rasengan More than the last hurrah And all the power needed for a kamehameha You give me strength when all hope is gone More than just friendly rivalries More than swimming medley relays And underdog hero clichés You help me be the best I can be always With Moon Prism Power I’ll transform right before your eyes Into a weeb like no other You bring me joy before I even realize
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Ode to Anime
-music -writing -friends that care -kawaii shtuff -anime/manga -comics -hella sweet and cute ppl ;) -talking to my crush -teasing -learning something useful that i like -reading (especially cheesy romantic comedies) -most sports -talking nerdy -nerd/geek debates -youtube videos -playing guitar -playing video games -family -FOOD -photography -flirts -traveling -cows -clementines -YOU ^~^
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Happy Challenge
I fangirl (too much) over -cute guys (my god them hormones though >~<) (and mainly kiyuki cx) -awesome anime/manga -kawaii fluff -books -most stuff XD
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
Just Jean's Challenge
I put on a cutesy voice because I’m the unexpected murderer of happiness. It makes more of an impact acting like a dumb blonde ***** to society’s expectations, that when I come out with ****** methods one wants to scream and run away. I’ll tell you what makes me squirm, being touched and googling fear of holes. Those pictures make me want to ***** and **** myself at the same time. Gore and pain…I can handle. But loads of deep circular imprints on the skin from leaning on things…no.no.no. I can’t. It will make me implode.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
“trypophobia is kawaii"
Weeaboo. Owning this geeky word was not something I immediately understood. Coming from a school where geeks were castaways, with Otaku and weeb being even worse terms than that. But now she, who loves video games, and cartoons - a geek herself, dare I say, - calls me a not only a weeaboo, a term revered here, but a failed one. Many references I lack to see, My circle of watched media is constrained, me being the picky geek that I may be. The simple act of putting on fluffy ears that I deem kawaii, She takes as the action of a 'furry'. I rarely see memes, something that not only geeks look at, but social media as well, yet she acts as though it lies within the domain of otakus. Saying ohauyo, tadima, or even simply arigato, gives me a snide reply of, "freaking weeb" Making pebbles into boulders is her specialty.
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Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
Pebbles into Boulders
The Wall Walker and smooth talker he, being a ticked off ****** with a knife, is mostly mole faced but with an incredible grasp on spacial relations mysterious mister stalking the barfly's and time flys endangering a species just for ***** and giggles the great google hooligans pace rapidly back and frothy beer drowned down by the river kawaii
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
most feathers tickle-fuck sensitive skin cells.
I remember that Day when we sat (side by side) On those Stairs (Waiting for our Train) And you bought us Miso Soup (It tasted like Tears) The Sun hit my legs (With all the force of sepia toned Nostalgia) Covering them, bathing them. glorifying. The traffic was the push and pull (To and fro, magnetising, Synchronising) Of waves. Harsh, solid, mechanical waves (Full of the force of Human Atrocity) Japanese Culture was "in" and everything was "kawaii" and sweet (With the underlying disturbance of Sexualisation - *** takes pride of place in our Civilisation) I thought I was eating the sea. (I could see the tiny fish Nibbling us that time we went snorkelling. We saw a Sting Ray that reminded us of Steve Irwin: Danger; Barbed Wire) The Snow-flakes (Fish-flakes) Swirling in the snow globe of my Polystyrene Cup (A new kind of Fish Bowl, A new Exposure) And they swam around and around, Hiding (Cyclical, controlled by Lunar Activity. Natural?) If I stared hard enough I would, no, could see myself (Floating, Filleted) Amongst those Ribbons of Sea **** With each Salty slurp (That tasted of you, of the bitter Crust that Crowns your body in Heat) I expected saltier Bladders to Burst in my Mouth (Drowning me in Poison; Poisson) I imagined the Japanese fisherman Catching Sun-Warmed Sea (In a Polystyrene Cup) The thousands of fish, tiny eyes that Blink, tiny gills that Palpitate - Suffocating in Air (Aboard his boat, that Famed boat: "Daigo Fukuryu Maru") Harvesting Silken Strands of Sea **** that Clung to its Crate (In the same way that his Wife's Freshly washed Hair Twines about her Body. Static, Electric, Alive) We didn't finish the Miso Soup; It tasted too much of the Tears that I Cried.
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Miso Soup.
I remember that Day when we sat (side by side) On those Stairs (Waiting for our Train) And you bought us Miso Soup (It tasted like Tears) The Sun hit my legs (With all the force of sepia toned Nostalgia) Covering them, bathing them. glorifying. The traffic was the push and pull (To and fro, magnetising, Synchronising) Of waves. Harsh, solid, mechanical waves (Full of the force of Human Atrocity) Japanese Culture was "in" and everything was "kawaii" and sweet (With the underlying disturbance of Sexualisation - *** takes pride of place in our Civilisation) I thought I was eating the sea. (I could see the tiny fish Nibbling us that time we went snorkelling. We saw a Sting Ray that reminded us of Steve Irwin: Danger; Barbed Wire) The Snow-flakes (Fish-flakes) Swirling in the snow globe of my Polystyrene Cup (A new kind of Fish Bowl, A new Exposure) And they swam around and around, Hiding (Cyclical, controlled by Lunar Activity. Natural?) If I stared hard enough I would, no, could see myself (Floating, Filleted) Amongst those Ribbons of Sea **** With each Salty slurp (That tasted of you, of the bitter Crust that Crowns your body in Heat) I expected saltier Bladders to Burst in my Mouth (Drowning me in Poison; Poisson) I imagined the Japanese fisherman Catching Sun-Warmed Sea (In a Polystyrene Cup) The thousands of fish, tiny eyes that Blink, tiny gills that Palpitate - Suffocating in Air (Aboard his boat, that Famed boat: "Daigo Fukuryu Maru") Harvesting Silken Strands of Sea **** that Clung to its Crate (In the same way that his Wife's Freshly washed Hair Twines about her Body. Static, Electric, Alive) We didn't finish the Miso Soup; It tasted too much of the Tears that I Cried.
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It's when your stomach hurts and you dont remember why you were sad and nothing is really super important except yourself and you just laugh because you can and the sky is so pretty and you can feel sunshine's essence exuding from the holes in your skin and your bones are filled with electricity but it's rubber and you can do anything ANYTHING anything because you're you and nobody else can be you and the world is there to look at, so full of pretty things and it doesn't matter if there's somebody or nobody or everybody by your side because it's just that perfect moment when the love in you body is a droplet it hits the ground and wrenches itself into shapes patterns that coalesce you are enraptured, the sight is burning into your retinas the perfectional bliss that is being the will'o'the'wisp that is your soul entangles with the white light and branches the creature that is imagination and folly folly with soft ears and kawaii smirks ***** patches of grass the birds are landing in your branches now congregational hazards social anxiety disillusioned, giving in but you don't mind the flocking free-loaders YOU'RE A STAR stellar beings never slow down for a moment unless they are enjoying the view witness the retching as spectrum slideshow the colors spill out, tumbling across the sidewalk out of her veins she is god we are free be happy lift your arms be happy
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
what is this happy
Would you scratch my scalp twirl brown speckled fingers twixt ever-lightening locks, me myself and I we fight over you give us a taste of what we've sweat over if what i want is on this decreasingly fertile rock, possibility of my painful atrophy, isolated, dissolves into shimmers that make me kawaii when i check doppelganger in silver glass because you shattered dreams sprinkled iridescent on bronze ivory glitter blush for the creature (in some other word or two, you're my breaking point)
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
It's only fair
i'm 7 1/2 inches  old. 8  by you.left. a film on me like melatonin.leaking outside of it.vocaloid choaking. kawaii grunge in the   waterlogged meniscus.my genocide- your ears.ihate the way it ran down the wall then.   better.if i crouch inside your cradleface18+ years ago. like an inflammation.    you qualify for recursion_   like the newer- more appealing nightterrors.we escape      certain allegories. by gutting them. filigree- whipped outside.to punish the exhibitionist inside: your lanky breathing.i am tired of borrowing your guilt i must be good.you think.i break my wrist. we. anyways,.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
Untitled
By Arcassin Burnham The sun , the stars are always happy seeing your face in astonishing When your excited Just for a minute, I'm all out of puns , but now i just got bad jokes , I'll use they're times Wisely, just for a minute, I'm was always on some kind of medication spazzing out and bumming but only just For a minute, And through it all you stood by me with guardian-like intentions with All your fears and hopes just for a minute, Randomly assigned to make you laugh at every aspect seeing as You have a hard time at school with kids and grades, Kawaii nails for grabs and the girls really liked your style, May have a lot on my plate too but I like your smile, Trancish features , even all your teachers think your beautiful, Sitting on the bleachers , not knowing that it's my heart that you Really stole. / Scratching wood does not remind me , of your, Squeamish Skin when I touch, Don't think of you as a trophy, cause I'm, Living , living in your love, Two days would pass by me love , but it wouldn't, Stop me from dreaming you, Tree carvings wouldn't be the only, cause, The cause of feeling blue, Could ya , could ya , be a , be a, Everything that I've been hoping for, I could be ya , I could , I could , be ya, Everything forever and more, Could ya , could ya , be a , be a, Everything that I've been hoping for, I could be ya , I could , I could , be ya, Everything forever and more, Breaking all this silence between us, Boring all these trees.
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
Just For A Minute / Tree Carving - (Hi Love , Thanks For ******** Me Over Ep)
bells is the only cheap whiskey at £14.99 (why the 99 though? penny short or something?) that actually tastes like whiskey, the husky smoked taste of it, you're pretty much drinking acorns by the end of it... the husky smoked taste of it... all the other stuff is just alcohol, you're not there for the aesthetics, the flight to Bombay via Dubai (potato, tomato, bomb bye bye i due an A.I.), anyway fusion style mongrel metal, Japanese, called kawaii or simply cute... **** cute... well anyway hello cannibal kitty... awadama fever... spring blossom? i never heard of them... i'm just interested because they mentioned a guru they called Fox God... and the journalist just said: 'made-up'. my encounters with foxes have been frequent... so each godhead of the animals passes through man, i'm facing the redcoats and hounds... it's too impractical for monotheism... unless you're a hammer, or a ***** or a chisel - who ever heard of a myth about such things unless not attempting to invoke Thor? anyway... Moses... yeah, that one... he wasn't a godhead... he was female genitalia... no prince, whether in egypt or elsewhere spoke the tongue of construction workers... Harry... Philip... William? none spoke Polish... so Moses didn't speak Hebrew... i really would like the risotto... ah **** the Rosetta stone applied to the old testimony... i don't care for the new testimony... it's too Byzantine, which isn't even Greek.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
bells at £14.99 tastes like whiskey / the threshold
the competition is fierce korea vs germany just like the world cup which korea won i had sooo much chicken korea brings classic street food blood sausage and spicy rice cakes and fried dumplings just like in seoul germany brings kartoffelkloesse bratwurst sausage and spätzle britian vs mexico some quality smelling smells that i smell food times britian cam with fish and chips (ofc) clam chowder and the dinner-breakfast mexico time burritos and tamales and pozole galore canada vs america here we go the canada and south canada canada arrives with poutine (and lots of it) wait,,, is that the only thing you brought? the rules were to bring three dishes my friend. idiote america arrives with a burger w/ a side of fries and thats it. I SWEAR TO GOD- nihon vs zhonggou let's go the asain super powers anime vs cHiNA kawaii uwu japan brings three bentos with OCTODOGS YOOOOOOO made in china general tso orange chicken and mapo tofu conclusion: this is a who will win whos gonna win i need to go to the gym
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
food 4
she pulls up to school with the short jean skirt that she begged her mother for with knee-high socks and tall white chucks she’s got an overripe peach logo on her faded off white shirt which she tucked in after she got into homeroom.. this was it the first year.. only three more to go..
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
kawaii pastel aesthetic
Kratos the King, keenly kept the Kingdom of Kittens, Katerina was his Kween, his Khaleesi, Kindheartedly he kindled her, Katerina was kind and knowledgeable, Yet Katerina kindled no kittens for the King, Kratos, who was keen for kids. Knuckles was a knight, keen and klutzy, Knuckles kept the killing knife, He kept knaves from the King’s Kingdom. Kiska kept the kitchen. Kawaii and krasiva was Kiska. Knuckles kindled her, kindheartedly, as she was his kin. Karma kindled kindly in the Kingdom, Kinetic kaleidoscopic karma, Kindred karma of kindness, Karma knotted in kinesis, ***** karma, Kooky karma - Knocked-out the karmic kismet: Kratos kissed Kiska. … Katerina knew Kiska was knocked-up, Kindlessly she kneaded killing karma, and, Knowingly knocked Knuckles into knowing: Kiska his kin, keyed kingly by Kratos! “Knave! Klepto! Kin of the kennel!” Knuckles kicked-off at Kratos. “Katerina! Thou know-it-all Karen!” “Kiska is no kink to me!” “Knowst me kempt and kosher!” Kratos knew he was kaput. The Knight kicked the King, killingly, Kicked and kept kicking. Kratos kneeled, knackered, Knocked down, He knew, the killing knife was, Kinda a kindness… Knowing the knockout, Knuckles killed the King!
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Kingdom of Klutzy Kittens 🐱
the s-curve of the soft **** in the bathtub wrapt around one leg and pressed against the hideous yellow ceramic. the water is turned up too hot it rinses over the back like a failed ritual ,the sins will not be washed clean ,no one will be forgiven hair is only pushed around in patterns around the body  from the dripping flow . art is not seen or remembered amidst the dangers of winding down for the evening
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
ero-kawaii pt. 1
Take me to the sunflower fields With you;to that chaotic little town at the edge of the sea With you,to the flavescent moores for a stroll To that ancient shrine with idols abound Take me,to the windy seas on a sailship To that kawaii Japanese cafè round the turn Take me to the vintage cities and cobblestone streets To that souvenir shop for a statuesque keepsake With you to the mausoleum,so austere Wreathed in silver mist To the lovely riverside as night falls Take me... With you To the top of the green roof of your house With watermelon popsicles and ice With you,        For a kaleidoscopic journey.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
With you