Poetry ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ - ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ

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Finally uploading some of my poems I written down in my journals...?
I take requests (a topic for me to write abt would be good)
Feel free to give feedback.​

 

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Violet Resilience (Violette)

You can spit your words like bitter rain,
Drench me in all your spite and pain.
Tell me I’m worthless, tell me I’m wrong,
Scream how you’ve hated me all along.

I stand here still, a violet hue,
Unshaken by the storms you brew.
Let the anger spill, let the echoes break,
I won’t flinch, I won’t forsake.

Because feeling is raw, feeling is real,
Better to speak than to let it congeal.
So hate me, loathe me, tear me apart—
I’ll let you bleed out what weighs on your heart.

But what stings, what truly remains,
Is not your words, nor all the pain.
It’s that once, in a time now blurred,
I cherished you before you spoke those words.

 

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The Last Gift

Cecilia bloomed in the garden bright,
Petals spun from silver light.
She danced where soft winds sang her name,
And I once twirled within the same.

She whispered secrets in the air,
Laughed in ways that felt so fair.
But shadows grew behind her grace,
Trailing steps I could not chase.

A hummingbird, so light, so free,
Perched upon a branch near me.
It sang the truths I dared not know,
Of murmurs whispered, tales sown low.

I traced her footprints through the dust,
Felt the weight of shattered trust.
No anger burned, no bitter sting—
Just silence where our songs would ring.

Yet on a day both grey and bright,
Before I turned into the light,
I wove with hands both kind and worn,
A gift to her—no love forlorn.

Grey leg warmers, soft and neat,
Folded gently, placed so sweet.
A quiet token, stitched with care,
To show her once, I had been there.

Not a word, not a plea,
Not a weight left binding me.
For I was free, no ties remained,
No need for hate, no love restrained.

Yet still, in petals lost to air,
In echoes drifting everywhere,
I miss the times before the fall,
When we were bright—before it all.

Cecilia, flower of the past,
A garden never meant to last.
Yet even when the blooms are through,
I’ll remember—once, we grew.

 

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Ephemeral Hearth

The world splintered once, a porcelain mask,
Fractured by whispers, a perfidious task.
Friendships like tapestries, frayed at the seams,
Unraveled in echoes, dissolving like dreams.

I thought I was sinking, a mariner lost,
Adrift in a sea where warmth turned to frost.
The weight of betrayals, an anchor too deep,
Pulling me under, seducing my sleep.

But somewhere in currents of pixel-lit space,
A lantern was lit in an untouchable place.
Voices unbodied, yet steady and real,
Stitching my soul with the warmth they could feel.

One called themselves a monster, aghast,
Apologized for nothing, their sins unsurpassed.
I only laughed, let the irony spill,
For monsters don’t comfort—yet somehow, they will.

Between clicking keys and flickering screens,
I found something real in mechanical means.
No hands to hold, no shoulders in sight,
Yet solace was woven in messages bright.

The coffee shop murmurs, the grinder hums,
Milk froths like clouds in soft, golden sums.
Beyond glassy panes, the world rewinds,
Snow into blossoms, time left behind.

Seasons pirouette, slipping through air,
And still, they are there—silent yet rare.
The ones who exist in the glow of the night,
The ones who turned pixels into soft candlelight.

How long has it been? A heartbeat? A year?
The clock ticks onward, yet they are still here.
Perhaps I was drowning, perhaps I was lost,
Yet something unnamed pulled me across.

Not quite a lifeline, not quite a thread,
But a warmth unexpected, where coldness had bled.
A hearth unspoken, ephemeral, true—
A world without faces, yet somehow, I knew.

 

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I Saw The Sun

The sun rose bright, a golden sphere,
Spilling warmth so soft, so near.
Like sunflowers tall in golden hue,
A sight so lovely, fresh and new.

But drifting thoughts begin to poke—
The sun, it looks like egg yolk.
One gleams bright, one leaves me cold,
One I cherish, one untold.

So here I sit, the dawn begun,
Hating eggs, but loving sun.
The sky is glowing, soft and wide—
Good morning, world, I'm still alive.

 

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Joking

Oh, hello! I’ve got a game,
It’s hide and seek—ain’t that a name?
But here’s the twist, a little yelp—
I hide, and you seek professional help.

I vanish quick, gone in a blink,
While you sit down and start to think.
A doc arrives, clipboard in tow,
"Tell me, when did this all start to show?"

You scratch your head, begin to frown,
Meanwhile, I’m across the town.
Sipping tea and watching TV,
While you’re in therapy ‘cause of me.

So come on now, it’ll be neat!
A game of wits—you can’t be beat!
Just close your eyes and count to ten…
Oh wait—you won’t see me again.

 

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Use Your Words Wisely

I'm trying to be kind, to lend a hand,
To guide the lost, to help them stand.
But what of you, with sneers and jeers?
Why stoke their doubts, confirm their fears?

It makes no sense—why cause them pain?
Why twist their troubles for your gain?
Leave them be, just let them grow,
Not everyone is quick to know.

And yet, here I am, caught in between,
In a mess I never meant to have seen.
I’m not a savior, not the key,
But kindness still belongs to me.

No need for venom, sharp and cruel,
No need to mock, to break, to rule.
Some need time, a guiding hand,
Not judgment carved into the sand.

So drop the subject, let them learn,
Let bridges build instead of burn.
I won't be harsh, I won’t berate,
I’ll speak with care—it’s not too late.

 

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The Owner This Hat Seeks

In a brimmed hat, you stand so tall,
A choker with a name, a silent call.
A dog, they say, but you're much more,
A past full of pain, yet you still endure.

An experiment, your soul once torn,
Friends fallen, your heart was worn.
Blackmailed into darkness, a life betrayed,
The Port Mafia's shadow, where hope decayed.

Your sister’s love, it never stayed,
Your friend’s departure, a heart delayed.
Boss's favor shifted with the breeze,
But in my heart, you're the one who’s please.

A ginger with wine, you drink to forget,
Foul words slip out, no regrets.
Yet beneath the curses, there's fear you fight,
Hidden truths in the dead of night.

The sheep may be gone, yet we miss them still,
Your fears concealed, yet we feel the chill.
Now with a gun in hand, vengeance near,
But you're still the favorite, despite the fear.

This season was wild, the stakes so high,
But Chuuya, you remain the one I can't deny.
My favorite character, the one so true,
Through all the pain, I still love you.

 

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The Mask Underneath

Wrapped in bandages, frayed and tight,
Hiding wounds from days and nights.
Yet even hands that tremble so,
Still find new ways to carve in woe.

Once, there was one with fire-lit eyes,
Who traced the stars where your sorrow lies.
A hand that wrapped you, held you near,
Yet you still ran—was it love or fear?

You left the dark, but left him too,
Afraid he'd break like those you knew.
Odasaku rests, a name in stone,
What flowers bloom where grief has grown?

You bring your apprentice, let him see,
The weight of ghosts that never leave.
Now you laugh, you play the fool,
Yet shadows whisper—you are cruel.

A dog, a friend, a ghost, a man,
A paradox no one understands.
I hate you, I love you, both remain,
You’re perfect, and yet left in pain.

In ink and in dreams, you’re someone new.
Left behind or shining bright,
Dazai, you’re both shadow and light.

 

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The Unmatched Mind

Sweet as candy, sharp as steel,
A mind so quick, a fate you seal.
Oh, how they doubt, oh, how they sneer,
Yet soon they learn—you're to fear.

Likeable, hateable, all the same,
Yet brilliance drowns out every claim.
The longer you stay, the clearer it seems,
You are the master of unsolved dreams.

Candies? Here, take a few,
A genius thrives on sugar too.
Irreplaceable, sharp and wise,
The greatest detective—none deny.

 

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My Fanfiction Quote

"You ever wonder why the sky is blue, Dazai? Bet it's 'cause it's mocking me...just like how you do,"
- Chuuya Nakahara

"Oh? The great Chuuya Nakahara, defeated by the color of the sky. How tragic."
- Dazai Osamu

 

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Moonlit, Guardian Beast

You only exist where moonlight glows,
Silver fur in midnight flows.
A tiger’s grace, yet steps unsure,
Still learning what your claws are for.

A mentor stands, tall yet light,
A fool in jest, a force in fight.
He guides you toward the good and right,
But will you live to see the light?

You see yourself in shades of gray,
A mirrored soul that fades away.
You are yang, while darkness grins,
A coughing ghost wrapped up in sin.

An enemy, yes—but bound in pain,
Scarred by pasts you can’t explain.
Sworn to kill, yet side by side,
Through silent wounds, your fates collide.

Then fate strikes hard—he’s on the ground,
A breathless voice, a dying sound.
"Run ahead," his whispers say,
And in despair, you turn away.

Yet death can’t hold him, he stands anew,
A shadow's pawn, yet breaking through.
You see regret, a fleeting trace,
Even as he turns to chase.

 

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One Wish, For The Writer

A shadow draped in midnight hair,
Soft-spoken ghost beneath the glare.
Once rival to a mind so bright,
Yet tethered still by distant light.

Ink-stained hands and trembling pen,
You write and write, again, again.
A thousand tales you weave with care,
Yet none so sweet as what you share.

Not gold nor fame nor fleeting prize,
But clever eyes that analyze.
You craft each word to catch his gaze,
A poet lost within a maze.

Beside you scurries fur and claw,
A loyal heart with quiet awe.
Together on your lonesome stage,
A writer, raccoon, and guild-bound cage.

But when his smile, so rare, appears,
It drowns the doubt, it drowns the fears.
No fiction holds a joy so true,
As knowing Rampo noticed you.

 

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Ragged Breath

Fists like thunder, bruises bloom,
Crimson trails across the room.
A mentor’s hand, both sharp and cold,
Carved a boy from fragile mold.

You chased his gaze, you begged for light,
A single word to prove you’re right.
But silence sang, it filled the air—
Approval lost, a vacant stare.

Years like knives, they carved you thin,
Wrapped in Rashomon, black as sin.
And there he stood—your rival, prey—
The one who took your place that day.

White-haired threat, so soft, so bright,
Yet mirrors cast in different light.
You bared your throat, confessed the pain—
The rot inside, the dark, the stain.

A bond in blood, in fleeting breath,
Enemies who walked with death.
Who knew that hatred could unwind,
To leave two fractured souls aligned?

 

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Strings Of The Rat

A shadow slips between the cracks,
A whisper sharp enough to snap.
You wear the guise of holy man,
Yet blood drips softly from your hands.

A mimic’s smile, a phantom grin,
You dance where Dazai once has been.
No crown to wear, no throne to claim,
Yet every move completes the game.

With fingers poised above the end,
You twist the fates, you break, you bend.
A general draped in sinner’s skin,
Where punishment and crime begin.

Steel through flesh, you die, you bloom—
Reborn within your killer’s tomb.
No death can truly cast you low,
For even graves still fear the snow.

Yet in your wake, you leave behind
A jester’s laugh, a tethered mind.
He’d die for you, and yet you turn—
A flame ignored while others burn.

To rule means sacrifice, you say,
Yet still the clown waits for the day—
That one small glance, that fleeting breath,
Might grant him warmth before his death.

 

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Porcelain Chains

A doll stares back with hollow eyes,
Within your house of painted lies.
Each creaking floor, each whispered call,
Once held you captive, frail and small.

Beneath the mask of playful rage,
Are burn marks written on your page.
An orphan’s tale of ash and fear,
Yet kindness found you, pulled you near.

The tiger's light, a fleeting gleam,
A crush that burns within your seams.
You bite and snap to guard the pain,
But freedom hums, like soft, sweet rain.

Now coffee scents replace the screams,
No cursed doll, no twisted dreams.
You found your voice, though sharp with thorns,
A flower bruised, but now reborn.

 

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Clockwork Quiet

You slow the air with fleeting grace,
A ghost who lingers in the space.
Each second bends beneath your hands,
Yet fate still slips like falling sands.

You were the light within his gaze,
A gentle spark through murky haze.
You brought home dolls, you played your part,
A careful mind, a beating heart.

You left behind your name, your kin,
For duty’s call — a war to win.
Yet strategy can’t stop the tide,
And even stars must sometimes hide.

The greater good was what you sought,
But empires crumble, dreams are caught.
You stood so still while time would race —
The quiet smile, the fading face.

 

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Revenge For The Scars

Given up, passed down like waste,
From Mori's hands to Dazai's grace.
He locked you up, sweet smile intact,
A caged curse bound in razor tracks.

Blades that kiss and minds that fall,
Your laughter twisting through it all.
Too innocent, too stained to save,
Lovecraft caught what Dazai gave.

 

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The Nurse

A little girl who’s crafted from lies.
Port Mafia’s child with too many eyes.
Yosano’s rival in crimson play,
Dazai’s ghost in ribbons of gray.

A nurse with a needle, sharp as fate,
Stitching wounds while sealing hate.
Wife and weapon, a lovely disaster,
Born from Mori’s twisted laughter.

She hums sweet prophecies, soft and clear,
Of Akutagawa’s end drawing near.
Kunikida’s fall, Bram’s last breath,
All scribbled down in songs of death.

So tell us, Elise, with your porcelain grin—
What horrors shall the next act begin?

 

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10:00

I was fragile when the sky was still pale,
Soft sunlight leaking through the veil.
My sister brushed her hair, hands steady and sure,
While I trembled, unsure how much more I could endure.

Panic bloomed in the pit of my chest,
A tide of fear I could never suppress.
I curled in on myself, too small to be seen,
A ghost of the person I thought I had been.

The clock struck ten, and my breath disappeared,
Swallowed by silence, by everything feared.
I woke with wires, with whispers and light,
Tears still carving rivers from morning to night.

What was I running from? I still don’t know,
Just the weight of a time I can’t let go.
Ten o’clock lingers like a bruise on my mind,
A shadow I fear but can never find.

 

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The Idealist’s Lament

A simple old math teacher, numbers once your only guide,
Now a detective, where logic and ideals collide.
Beside Dazai Osamu — chaos paired with your calm,
The agency’s executive, yet your heart bears every qualm.

On missions, your ideals stand tall like a shield,
No room for temptations, no softness revealed.
But then came Sasaki, black hair, soft smile —
You saved her once, but only for a while.

Gunshot echoing, her breath stolen mid-air,
You screamed at Dazai, a cry of despair.
Bring her back — the demand rang cold,
But not every story can be retold.

You swore no one would die under your watchful eyes,
Yet there she lay, beneath indifferent skies.
Blame curled in your throat like bitter rain,
Pointed at shadows, at ghosts, at pain.

But time wears down even the sharpest grief,
And burdens untangle, seeking relief.
Thank you, Kunikida, for ideals you upheld,
Even when the world shook, even when you fell.

And if the next season demands your last breath,
Know you stood unshaken, even in death.

 

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Why Were You Blinded?

Born under Mori’s gaze, you were raised in blood and steel,
A mafioso’s life, where mercy was never part of the deal.
Your brother — another soldier in the Port Mafia’s hand,
Until Yosano, the Angel of Death, made him forever stand.

She was just a child, and so were you — both bound in fate’s cruel thread,
Her ability, “Thou Shalt Not Die,” cursed him, living half-dead.
Mori Ougai, the cold-blooded boss, sent you to the Black Lizard’s side,
With Gin, the silent shadow, and Hirotsu, the elder guide.

They became your family, through gunpowder and fear,
Yet secrets festered, and your allegiance was never clear.
You wore the Mafia’s colors, but bore the Hunting Dogs’ mark —
A double spy, serving Fukuchi, hidden in the dark.

But even spies have limits, even blades can break,
A triple agent, playing games where every move’s a mistake.
Mori saw through you, Fukuchi’s leash grew tight,
You betrayed them both, stepping into the fading light.

Blinded — not just in sight, but by choices you made,
A pawn, a traitor, a brother betrayed.
Possibly a vampire, or maybe just a ghost,
Another name on the list of those we loved most.

Tachihara Michizō, your blade was sharp, your heart split in two,
Mafioso, spy, brother — all versions of you.
I hated losing you, your sight, your fire — your fight,
But you burned so brightly, even swallowed by the night.

 

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Her Last Cry

Soldier girl, hunting hound,
Where loyalty twists and turns around.
Tachihara, your brother in name,
Yet even blood can burn like flame.

Fukuchi's blade, your fate was sealed,
Before his lies were all revealed.
You stabbed, you fell, you stood again —
A child, a ghost, a soldier slain.

Your seasons short, but fierce and bright,
A spark that flickered through the night.

 

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People Have Burdens, You're Just His

Once, you stood beside Mori’s blade,
Double Black — a hero's shade.
Together you slew in blood and sin,
But the fallout tore what could have been.

Mori, now king of the underworld’s breath,
You, a shield from senseless death.
Paths diverged — mafioso, detective,
Two sides watching, cold, reflective.

A boy appeared — young Rampo Edogawa,
A genius lost, eyes filled with awe.
Father, teacher, guiding hand,
You gave him sight to understand.

The Armed Detective Agency rose,
A haven for strays, a light that glows.
Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi too,
Each a thread you pulled through.

But shadows stretch where light is made,
Fukuchi Ouchi, blade unafraid.
Not a friend, not Hunting Dog’s call,
But Decay’s leader — to make all fall.

The clash is set, no words will mend,
Only death will break or bend.
Your hands must strike, though heart may bleed,
To stop his ever-growing greed.

And when the ink dries on fate’s old page,
The kanji of loss will weather with age.

 

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But Why?

A dagger slips, a leader falls,
Blood-stained hands behind the walls.
Dazai watched, a haunted gaze,
A past you shaped in crimson haze.

You weave the threads, a silent guide,
Soukoku stands, two worlds collide.
Alliances shift, the game unfolds,
Your whispers turn the weak to bold.

Yet he escaped—your careful thread,
Left behind the ghosts you bred.
But even now, through shadows deep,
Your secrets never fall asleep.