"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.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
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
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
-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
^~^
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
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.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
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.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
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
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
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.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
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
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
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)
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
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,.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
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.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
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.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
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
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
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..
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
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!
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
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
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
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.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC