August - October Compilation (18/10/25)

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• The Librarian (Patchouli).
• Salty Breeze.
•  Love's Showman's Last Reverence.
• Lust Vanishment.
• To You, My Muse.
• Voluntary Deafness. 
• Pirates to the Power!
• Self-Erasure.
• To Kasugano-san.
•  Forbidden
• Like a Dragonfish (Ryugyo ga gotoku)

 

The Librarian (Patchouli)

Her dainty hands held the book gently,

Her eyes scanned it, slow and meticulously,

And she read each page ever so intently,

Unaware I invited myself in anonymously.

The library was huge, the shelves vast;

It was as if Alexandria were back again,

Holding books from both present and past—

Oh, the amount of knowledge you could gain.

Crawling in the shadows, I saw her magnificence:

Her lavender eyes matching her long and silky hair,

Her tender pajamas befitting her an air of innocence,

Contributed by her figure—seemingly frail and fair.Love

By the witch who dropped me in here, I've been told

That the poor, centuries-old maiden I write about

Is affected by conditions that on her take a toll—

Such as asthma and anemia; she also rarely goes out.

She lacks vitamin A and gets burnt by sunlight,

Which is why she spends time indoors writing also.

She writes and reads non-stop with all her might,

Gathering always valuable and reliable magic info.

The five Chinese elements are at her mercy,

But even then, a shameless witch often barges in

To “borrow” books from her—causing some controversy—

Which does upset the taciturn librarian deep within.

At times she lends her services to Remilia Scarlet,

Her mistress and owner of the Scarlet Devil Mansion,

Who also happens to be fond of a blood-based diet—

For Remilia is a vampire, a good one by adaptation.

Our librarian, Patchouli, has a crucial role in here:

She solves and causes trouble, and aids her mistress.

Though she’s not exactly employed, rather held dear—

Did you know the residents here are actually ageless?

She may be condescending to Sakuya, the head maid,

Or may mock Meiling, the sleepy gatekeeper, at times,

But she's thankful to both, as manners don’t fade—

And that, I can’t emphasize enough with rhymes.

And in fact, as I write this, I find myself ensnared—

But this caught her interest, and thus showed mercy.

Gensokyo truly is a place that can’t be compared;

Who I’ll write about next time, soon we might see.

Salty Breeze

Every morning, I taste the salty sea’s breeze

As I go about my day, cleaning up this wooden ship,

All to please Captain Risky Boots—a reckless woman

Whose beauty could compete with sirens of the deep.

Night herself often blesses her light purple skin,

Making it glisten, as her long and dark purple mane—

A scheme of colors she sticks to daily, from lipstick

To harem pants, even her bra of skull-shaped design.

No seafarer has sailed safe after witnessing her,

For when she has her eyes on something, she takes it.

I was one of them–sailed away as a bard with a quest,

Till she boarded, pillaged my boat as she saw fit.

I’d have been left to meet my doom, if not by her;

Cap’n Risky took me in, without a second thought.

And her Tinkerbats—dark minions clad in red attire—

Welcomed me as if I wasn’t, earlier, their adversary.

Their captain handed me a paper sheet, to read it,

And so I did, it was my poem, and I couldn’t refuse.

Then she explained she spared me because of my wit—

She liked what she read, and wanted to be my muse.

I was flattered, and quite scared—not gonna lie,

But for as long as I recorded her many adventures,

I’d have a place here. And I was willing to help too—

Who’d have thought I’d be an ally of my aggressors?

I got used to the raiding and setting towns on fire,

Until one day we arrived to so-lovely Scuttle Town.

Witnessed it all from the ship—till I saw her myself:

The one the Queen of the Seven Seas wanted to drown.

Cannons roared, people screamed, Tinkerbats cackled,

And a tanned figure fought them all, effortlessly.

The red-clad antithesis to my Queen whipped them out

With her magic ponytail, shape-morphing continuously.

Soon enough, she jumped into our ship—daring, bold,

Her blue eyes shimmering with an unwavering resolve.

My ruby-eyed Captain stepped in, eager to fight her;

I sat down behind and wrote things as they'd devolve.

The intruder was a half-genie—Shantae was her name—

And she swiftly dodged every swing of Risky’s sword.

They mocked each other endlessly, exchanging strikes,

Until the genie’s fireball blew Risky overboard.

Last I knew, I was behind the enemy—sword drawn—

But couldn’t bring myself to harm the maiden in red.

So I left the ship, rushing to aid my Queen instead.

Next time, I swear, we'll cut off her Fate’s thread.

Love’s Showman's Last Reverence

Amidst fire and flames, light and darkness’ blend,
We’ve reached the end of this ride, as expected.
Material needs got in between our year-long love,
Just when I thought that, at last, we’d reconnected.

I wanted to give you the Moon—all I could afford—
But in a very distant, improbable, future tomorrow.
Yet naive, you asked for gifts so you could show off,
And instead of that, all you got was cold sorrow.

You knew it well from day one—I’m unable to
Pamper and spoil you rotten, as I wish I could.
Yet you still chose to stab me in the heart,
Allowing money to rip our hearts apart for good.

A poem is what I intended to write out of love,

Yet you shunned the idea, because your friends—
All of them—would get gifts and flower bouquets,
Yet not you, for we reside in very distant ends.

Girlfriend’s Day turned to Ex-Girlfriend’s.
We both cried, and nevermore from love’s joy
Would we drink. All our promises were burnt
To material longing, like kids with a toy.

I was happy with your words alone—our chats—
Yet you seemed to want… need so much more.
How could we allow something so dumb to
Separate us, and break us, forevermore?

I’ve returned Home to pursue dreams of
Chastity, celibacy, and Artemisian devotion,
While you stood there, suffering—maybe—
Witnessing our world sink under the ocean.

May you find a new lover—a provider—

As I wish you no ill, but joy and success;

For I already have Her, my Fate to see woven.

Don’t let our tale bind your own progress.

Lust Banishment

In order to stick to my vow, I must defeat lust,

Though it is not actively burning within me,

At times, my innocent desire for cuddling

Leads me to turn to things I'd rather not see.

My wish for hugs and chaste kisses gets twisted

By the loneliness devouring me from deep inside;

My need for caresses and positive, loving feedback

Awakens, at times, the incubus I tried casting aside.

My longing for innocent love—how long will it remain

As clean and pure as I promise, and wish to keep it?

The world we experience is stained by corrupt plagues

Like lust, greed—things that in my ideals don't fit.

The kid within, blooming freesia of my withered soul—

I must protect them to keep my vow of chastity;

Must convince the Judge within to ignore the longing

For the warmth I wish for, might fall to profanity.

To You, My Muse

Happy birthday to you, oh muse of mine,

To you whose eyes blend with the night,

Whose beauty matches that of the divine,

To the one who's won many an inner fight.

What I know of you might be superficial,

Yet I know you did not get there for free;

Many steps you've taken were sacrificial,

And even self-contradictory to some degree.

You've grown strong, diligent—and I'm proud,

For you do have your priorities set straight;

And that's why you stand out from the crowd,

You never gave in to responsibility's crushing weight.

You might've faced expectations, heartbreak,

Also all sorts of challenges and nightmares,

And for that, you deserve a huge, nice cake,

In return for all your shed and unshed tears.

All princesses have a bard to sing them songs;

Would you be mine, so I'd be your devoted bard—

Writer and singer of all your rights and wrongs?

Teaming up the road ahead shall not be so hard.

When you fall, I'll catch you, and sing a lullaby;

I'll hold you, cherish you as much as I can too,

Yet I'm never gonna make you cry nor say goodbye,

For I'd never be able to tell a lie, and hurt you.

Yes, I know this is meant to be a birthday poem

That somehow turned into a hope-soaked love letter;

In the end—it is you, Hyuna, who is the actual poem,

One that, in each line, only gets better and better.

Voluntary Deafness

Why does poetry rarely triumph online, if at all?

Is it because of selfishness—ignorance, maybe?

No, it's because within the same pit we all fall,

And that is a thing you might often get to see.

Everybody writes, yet nobody wants to read;

We all long to be heard, but we might not listen.

Everybody wants, yet may do nothing instead;

Nobody wants to stay in the dark, but to glisten.

We hope somebody longs to see behind our mask,

But we don't long to see beneath others’ disguises.

Under the light of recognition, we all want to bask,

Yet without helping out the other who agonizes.

It's always “see me,” and yet rarely “I see you”;

Never “let me help you,” yet often “lend me a hand.”

If you can change that, it all will change too:

Read to be read, hear to be heard—all without demand.

And, though unrelated, forget about gender wars;

Stop making dumb excuses for misandry and misogyny.

The global agenda is one full of political whores—

Open your eyes, recognize the face of our true enemy.

Pirates to the Power!

The governments globally want to control us all,
But united we can fight, lead them to their downfall.

Pirates shall rise if they try to mute our voices,
And rogues will strike when they limit our choices.

They have no right to read into our private lives,
Nor violate all that for which democracy strives.
We shan’t allow them to shackle us to a hivemind;
We must not let these fools make us all play blind.

Let us rebel, let us stab back at all these tyrants—

Who the fuck do they think they are, our parents?
It’s time we steal back our freedom from their claws,
And leave our differences aside for a common cause.

Worst we can do is let these pigs bitch us around,

None of us are meant to be toys in their playground.
Rise up, pirates—unsheath and clash swords together,
So we may fight to defend what’s ours truly, FOREVER.

The era of virtual slavery is no option, y’all hear?

No matter what they do, we’ll never succumb to fear.

The more they push us to kneel and bow before them,

The harder we’ll fight, the stronger we’ll become.

Self-Erasure

At times, when I disappoint my King and Queen,

I may resort to destroying all that I love.

I tear up pages of myself as if it were routine,

Feeding them to the fire and into the smoke above.

I've left people, lost lovers, destroyed my own art,

All in which I've spent hours, dedication, devotion;

All so that in an instant I tear my own heart apart.

Is there even a name for such a violent emotion?

Refusing a doll from my sister, made me feel bad,

Because, though I love cute things, and she knows—

But I fear my King and Queen might not be glad.

So, some punishments on me beforehand I impose.

And that certainly doesn't make them happy at all,

But it's my desperate attempt to find a solution.

It doesn't matter if such comes to be my downfall;

For them, I'd abandon my goddess with resolution.

To Kasugano-san

Every time I run the game, my heart does race,

Because it knows we'll be hand in hand again,

Because it knows I greatly love to see your face,

As you're my favorite fighter—maybe before Ken.

Your sailor uniform is always in neat shape,

And your shoes, worn out by every feint and kick,

Your brown eyes—a haven I don't wanna escape,

And your smile—what makes my heart just click.

Through the screen, I talk to you, fearless, proud,

Looking forward to the many opponents we'll face,

And yes, I may often celebrate our victories aloud,

Fist-bumping you in your victory screens, anyplace.

When you get hurt, I feel it too, yet I cheer you on,

Even though I'm the one in charge most of the time,

Believing yet that by cooperating we've always won,

As unacknowledging your efforts feel like a crime.

When I pick a fighting game, I look for connection,

But the day I picked you—there, I found true love;

Sounds insane, but somehow you won my predilection,

It felt as if our hands were to fit the same glove.

My inputs were your moves, and those my clues,

Your energy my fuel, your voice lines my guide,

You were more than a fighter I'd always choose—

The One, in any and every game, in you I'd confide.

Didn't matter if you were the weakest in the cast,

Didn't matter if we went against a formidable foe,

I knew you and I would beat them gracefully fast,

By coordinating carefully your every crushing blow.

We became one; I mastered you, and you me.

You began once this journey chasing after Ryu,

I began mine pursuing you—things came to be,

And I wonder if we can begin something new.

Kasugano Sakura, my gaming role model,

My lifelong heroine and crush, I thank you

For being with me when it all felt abysmal;

You taught me to give it my best in all I do.

Forbidden

I shed tears for that which I'll never have;

My skin dying to this cruel, loveless winter.

For as much as it hurts, my heart I'll halve—

Between my vow and longing for a lover.

Initially, the vow was meant to be religious:

I belonged to Artemis, so I wanted to believe.

Love belonged to a few, deeming them prestigious,

But not me; that, I knew, I'd never receive.

I can't imagine my future shackled to another,

Having to introduce my parents to some woman,

To whom I might surely fight against forever,

To whom would lead my freedom to sudden abolition.

If I loved, the noise, the voices may never shut up;

I'd be constantly fearing replacement, abandonment.

Fearing getting cheated on, or seen as ugly close-up—

I think I’d rather spare myself the disillusionment.

One thing’s sure, though: I really want a daughter.

I want to raise and love my own princess forevermore;

Leading her away from this world's unjust slaughter.

I want someone I can take care of, and maybe adore.

I'll run away from the loving touch of my dream girl,

Forbidding myself from tasting what true love may be,

So I can give my untethered love to my young pearl.

A woman of good will be born from my soul's debris.

Like a Dragonfish (龍魚が如く)

I’ve heard him once say that, once you sink down,

Once you hit rock bottom, two paths define man,

These being swim back up or give up and drown;

If someone knew that well, that was Kasuga Ichiban.

The dragonfish from rock bottom had it rough

From the very beginning, as timeless heroes do,

Having faced betrayal, prison, forging him tough

Enough so one day he’d managed to set up his crew.

I know not the details, but I do know well

That he rose up to the top of the world

Facing hordes of fiends from criminal hell,

Sword in hand as his inner dragon roared, swirled.

Despite spending a long eighteen years in the can

He turned his forties into his bright golden era,

Showing all how far dreams bring a determined man,

Learning as many tools as skills has a chimera.

I met him one lonely night on the streets

Of what is the glorious city of Yokohama,

Saw him helping somebody clean his car seats

He noticed in me the deep scars of family drama.

He lent me his handkerchief, as my eyes were wet,

And then we sat at a streetfood shop somewhere,

He listened, showing no judgment nor regret,

Then he shared wisdom he’s gotten from despair.

His words I carried as a lighthouse ever since

Even if I’m not fighting the mafia, I hold my wish,

That his life advice my heart’s corruption I’ll mince

To rebuild myself ever-determined, like a dragonfish.