"natsume" poems - Hello Poetry

I wish desperately for the opportunity to announce that The moon looks beautiful, tonight. For me, it is like a fever dream. One night, perhaps.

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Jun 6, 2021

Jun 6, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC

leocardo_reis

Natsume Soseki

I wish desperately for the opportunity to announce that The moon looks beautiful, tonight. For me, it is like a fever dream. One night, perhaps.

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She was August, I was February months apart, but tied by the same number Eleven, like a thread linking distant days, like Pepero sticks she loved, thin, sweet, and gone too fast. She was the girl who handed me slippers in the rain, who lent me her red, green, and white files, who sat in the third row while I sat in the first, but somehow, we always found our way to the same place. She was fries on one eventful canteen day, laughing about weight neither of us really cared about. She called herself Snorlax, but to me, she was Eevee full of possibilities, always shifting, always bright. She sent me memes, told me to wake up, to sleep early to try again tomorrow She saw Natsume in me though I never watched Gakuen Alice to know why Maybe she saw the quiet fire I never named. She was there, and then she wasn’t. Distance, time, then silence life pulled us apart like a ribbon unraveling. But somewhere in the space between eleven and eleven she still lingers.

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Mar 3, 2025

Mar 3, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC

chinhooi-ng

Elevens

She was August, I was February months apart, but tied by the same number Eleven, like a thread linking distant days, like Pepero sticks she loved, thin, sweet, and gone too fast. She was the girl who handed me slippers in the rain, who lent me her red, green, and white files, who sat in the third row while I sat in the first, but somehow, we always found our way to the same place. She was fries on one eventful canteen day, laughing about weight neither of us really cared about. She called herself Snorlax, but to me, she was Eevee full of possibilities, always shifting, always bright. She sent me memes, told me to wake up, to sleep early to try again tomorrow She saw Natsume in me though I never watched Gakuen Alice to know why Maybe she saw the quiet fire I never named. She was there, and then she wasn’t. Distance, time, then silence life pulled us apart like a ribbon unraveling. But somewhere in the space between eleven and eleven she still lingers.

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Natsume I wished you were Real

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC