#ddlc poetry

[stimboard-central]

"Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you."

A Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club stimboard for myself!

🎹 x 📝 x 📗 💻 x 💔 x 💻 📗 x 📝 x 🎹

[charst4r]

Inspired by one of Natsuki's poems from DDLC

Your mind, full of intruding and racing thoughts. The sea, washing away your insecurities with its saltiness. The sand, burying each and every worry with every grain. The sky, overwhelming all those flaws with clouds. The stars, shining on all of your imperfections together. The moon, showing you the good that lies within you.

The mirror, reflecting everything back at you. The mirror, helping your thoughts seem right.

[rehliamonstr]

"Fresh blood seeps through the line parting their skin and slowly colors their best red. I begin to hyperventilate as my compulsion grows. The images won't go away. Images of my driving the knife into ther flesh continuously, screwing their body with the blade, making a mess of them. My head starts going crazy as my thoughts start to return. Shooting pain assaults my mind along with my thoughts. This is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. How could I ever let myself think these things? But it's unmistakable. The lust continues to linger through my veins. An ache in my muscles stems from the unreleased tension experienced by my entire body, their third eye is drawing me closer."

Guys this is a poem from ddlc and I love it sm.

[doki-doki-lesbians-club]

I realize that the whole point of me even having a poetry notebook is to write more poetry, but I still dedicate lots of pages to transcribing poems from DDLC.

Writing them is fun, feeling the ink flow as my hand swipes, line by line, recreating the emotion that's on the screen. I even gave each girl their own unique signature, which is also fun.

Seeing them all lined up on pages feels more real. Sure, I can read them on my screen, but to feel the page in my hands, flip through and read the words, it's a different experience.

And, of course, when writing fanfiction (also in a notebook), I keep it close by. As reference, as inspiration. It means more to have it there, like a guide for my words as I write.

In the end, it just feels more real.

[ddlcbrainrot]

Hiiii I love your blog and for some reason I thought that you might enjoy a lil poem I wrote a while back because AHSHFKGKGJ DDLC

So here (btw I promise I'm fine, a lot of people that have seen it asked me that, I'm good I promise-)

--- (stick to poetry) ---

Stick to poetry. You’re no good

At people, you know you should

Just stick to poetry. Don’t cry,

Shut up - you’ve no reason to, don’t cry,

Just stick to poetry, to what you know,

Leave your feelings buried deep in snow,

And stick to poetry, cause it’s all that you

Are good for. Don’t try to do something new,

Just stick. To. Poetry. You stupid bitch.

Don’t get into your feelings, don’t try to understand

Why you want nothing more than to hold their hand-

Stick to poetry, the shit you know

Is better than the devil you don’t.

So don’t think about what you want, or what

You think you might feel, leave that thought

Buried deep in snow, and don’t you dare

Say anything. It’s simple, really - you’ll fare

The best, if you just listen,

And stick to poetry, even if you’re wishing

To die, stick to poetry - don’t ask why,

Just stick to poetry, you’ll be fine.

hgadfknbstdrdiwnakmysedwhtis

ltemeidpealslaepsiujstwnaslep

plseplsplease-

…

Just stick to poetry.

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(sorry it's so long-)

~ Joy

WHAT THIS IS SO GOOD OMG???? FOAMING AT THE MOUTH (also ik you said ur good but like r u good?)

kind of reminds me of Monika's style like the intentional spacing and the emotional dread 10/10

thank you for sharing this Joy!!!!

[sockatoothewafflebird]

This Piece Isn't About A Tensegrity Table

Tensegrity is a word derived from "tension integrity."

The definition is quite simple to put into words, but in practice it's mind-boggling.

A tensegrity structure can withhold itself in spite of the tension it's under. An object that is stable because of the stress.

Because of this phenomenon, this concept, we can make things called tensegrity tables. Tables that seem like they're floating, but they're perfectly stable as long as the strings that hold it together stay tight and stay in place.

You can pile books and rocks and even your cat onto a tensegrity table, and it'll stay like that. It'll never break unless you cut the strings. No matter which way you tilt it, one of the strings will always be stretched, and it holds itself together that way.

Each string thinks it can hold the weight on its own, but without the others, the table would collapse and fall.

Each string in a tensegrity table is important.

Without those strings, the table is just a pile of weird-shaped blocks.

I've been thinking about the tensegrity table i'm a part of a lot recently.

One of the strings thinks the table would be fine without it, and that it doesn't matter. One of them thinks the other strings don't care about it. One struggles to interact with the others, and isolates.

And this string, the one in the middle, is wondering if it's doing its job right, if it even deserves to be in the middle at all.

It's hard to cope sometimes. but without a single one of us, the table would collapse. That's what keeps this string going, I think.

--

(a piece by monika)

[psi-spectacular]

I notice when

A repetitive poem by Lizzie Natividad

Cw Implied Child Abuse and Self Harm

I notice when my sister finds passion in something.

I notice when my sister makes something new she wants to share.

I notice when my sister is excited about something.

I notice when my sister has some juicy fandom drama I won't understand.

I notice when my sister is sad.

I notice when my sister wants to rant to someone.

I notice when my sister gets mad at me (but it’s really not a big deal).

I notice when my sister feels guilty and tries to fix it.

I notice when my sister gets lonely and wonders why she can't make friends.

I notice when my sister doesn’t take care of herself the way she should.

I notice when my sister makes mistakes.

I notice when my sister gets rejected.

I notice when my sister cries herself to sleep.

I notice when my sister gets sick and insists on going to school.

I notice when my sister hurts herself and tries to hide it.

I notice when my sister gets so pissed she starts setting things on fire.

I notice when my sister stops talking to everyone because she thinks they're all wrong.

I notice when my sister gets a bad grade.

I notice when my sister is about to have a meltdown.

I notice when my sister is spiraling again.

I notice when my sister starts having panic attacks.

I notice when my sister wants to hide it but knows she can't.

I notice when my sister tenses up as the door unlocks.

I notice when my parents

I notice when my sister doesn't want to speak to anyone for the rest of the night.

I notice a lot of things about my sister.

I really wish I wasn't the only one who did.

[asktheliter4tureclub]

Hello everyone! Would each of you rather have unlimited bacon and no games…or games, unlimited games, no games? :)

Uh... What? I don't think I understand this question...

Hmm, I want unlimited bacon, I like bacon!

What the heck does this even mean??? I don't get it.

Uhm... I'm sorry but I am slightly confused by this. I'm unsure how to answer...

(OOC: I have no clue what this means, so I'm sorry if the answers were disappointing 😭)

[yurissecret]

A sliver of the old brushes the new

Lips touch

I dream of you

[fivepebsi]

the music in ddlc rlly is soooo crazy good. like the way the Creepy music in act 2 is mostly just fucked up versions of the regular tracks. like slightly sped up or the drums missing. or the main melody blown out. and even in the regular tracks theres some dissonance in the melodies to give u that slighttt uneasy feeling. so crazy cool

[messagesfromthestarrs]

Haunting Fog

by A.F. (me)

A starry sky weeps its tears and

covers her face with cloud like hair

A similar fog drifts into my mind

A cat slinking through its shadowy lair

Bringing with it thoughts of all kind

Melancholic memories i treasure in the dark

The shameful fog clouds my brain

My broken daydreams further break my heart

Yet i find solace in the agony and pain

Disoriented as i am, dissociated from the passage of time

Alone i mourn the loss of someone i never was

Dreaming of a life that may never be mine

Accepting my ruin, for i am the cause

The starry sky makes way for the sun

The fog in my brain wraps around me gently

But the world outside crashes and burns

Perhaps, only in my imaginations am i truly free

Hence, i succumb to the daily routine

And let the fog envelope me

[bingoboingobongo]

throwback to this poem i wrote for school and posted on my spam last year cus my teacher gave me a bad grade for it and im still pissed but also bc i low-key really liked this poem and also just seeing everyone's attempts at analyzing it (none of them were "right" (as in it wasn't what it was meant to convey) but i still encourage you to try and create your own analysis).

anyways now im doing my own analysis on it again bc wth.

my analysis:

ok so the main thing about this poem is that it was part of a collection (that was the assignment). there were two other poems before this, and the theme/motif of the whole collection was failed expectations/failure, etc.

this was my favorite poem out of the whole thing (but not my teacher's cus she was annoying and didn't read my analysis even though she said that was the part she was grading) because not only did it carry the theme of failure within the poem itself, it also did so in a "meta" way.

it actually begins with the first two poems, which were significantly longer and seemingly more complex (although imo they were more shallow than this one). the first two poems serve to establish an expectation for the third poem. the reader is meant to expect it to follow the same quality as the first two. this is further perpetuated by the title: the best poem yet. emphasis on the word yet.

this signals to the reader that this is going to be even better than the first two poems, and so the reader now has very high expectations. but when they actually read it, many readers (including my annoying ass english teacher) are disappointed by it's simplicity. the poem failed their expectations, therefore continuing the theme of failure in a wider, broader scheme.

ofc u have the theme of failure within the poem, with the cat failing to catch the rat, but that's not the main point. the main point is that the poem as a whole is disappointing, and is failing the expectations the past poems set up.

that being said though, it's kinda ironic because in my opinion, this literally is the best poem yet because it has immensely more meaning and depth than the others, but also if it's the best than it defeats the purpose and becomes a failure, but if it's a failure than that's good, etc. etc. kinda a snake eating its own tail thing.

anyways, that was the intended analysis but it was honestly really cool to see how other people interpreted it. obviously since they didn't have the previous poems they couldn't see the broader scheme, but it was really cool to see what parts people latched onto.

for example, multiple people I think latched onto the 'very fat' part and saw the poem as some sort of metaphor for eating disorders or body image issues, which wasn't what it was meant to be but im glad people could find comfort in it.

also pretty much everyone said it was giving natsuki from ddlc vibes which i high-key fw bc she was my favorite character and her poems are awesome.

[charst4r]

HEAVILY inspired by one of Sayori's poems from DDLC

My glass bottles, all organised on a shelf. My glass bottles, which I collected myself. My glass bottles, all are being protected. My glass bottles, shiny to be reflected. My glass bottles, there standing on display. My glass bottles, standing there day to day. My glass bottles, a shiny collection. My glass bottles, having their own section.

My glass bottles, attracting my friends. My glass bottles, seeming somewhat tense. My glass bottles, being played with carelessly. My glass bottles, being treated all recklessly. My glass bottles, all broken into pieces. My glass bottles, now only decreases. My glass bottles, are now no more. My happy thoughts, shattered on the floor.

[blastacola07]

GUYSSSSS!!!! my stepdad just told me that my poetry screamed Doki Doki Literature Club and I don't know how to feel about it????

[nirvana-society]

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[hello, my name is yuri. this is a poem i wrote.]

「 ✦ THE REDS ✦ 」

My insides are every shade of red,

Glistening, rotting, beautiful red.

So many lines, bleeding dead.

Brain alive, no thoughts, in my head.

The way she bleeds, every shade of red.

Dripping, dripping, beautiful red. 

Cut like paper, fading dead.

Surrounded by guilt, the beautiful reds.

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[i suppose i should do an introduction, since this is my first post. as i said, i am yuri, i am a fictive. i love reading, writing, and have a special interest for knives. knives are very beautiful.]

,,, thank you for reading ,,,

[sockatoothewafflebird]

for those of you that read and/or are looking forward to my ddlc fic, chapter four is in the trenches right now lmao. so the next update will be a week late. i'm gonna change updates to bi-weekly anyway because of school so this is like a sneak-peek of the new schedule i guess?

anyway, here's a poem that monika wrote as compensation:

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Rot

I am a pumpkin in a field. The cream of the crop, a prize-winning possession of whoever grew me.

I am too large for my own good, however.

My weight would win golden ribbons in every contest, my size would feed a small town, and my color and shine would be gawked at in a farmer's market.

But every time I am towed somewhere in that wheelbarrow, every time I am rolled onto a stage, I feel something is terribly wrong.

There is a crack in my flesh, a scar from how I buckle under the weight of what I am. It grows every time I am moved to be shown off. The farmer does not notice.

Rot is inevitable.

Soon, my guts will become infested with bugs and bacteria. They will eat away at me from the inside until my flesh is weakened enough that I collapse in on myself.

The farmer does not notice. Until he does. And then he hides it.

He fills the hole with dust and silicone, hoping to seal it long enough for one more contest, one more tow-around, one more roll into a market stall. But, nevertheless.

Rot is inevitable.

Over time, my skin becomes darker, weaker. Holes begin to form. The crack becomes an open cavity.

The farmer hides it by laying me in such a way that no one can see it. But it's gaping and it's dark. The edges are vomit-inducing, and flies follow me everywhere I am taken. No matter how hard he tries to hide it.

Rot is inevitable.

When I finally cave in, my flesh falling into myself and my guts spilling out like water, the farmer blames me.

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morally ambiguous girls doomed by the narrative save me.... god i love giving girls doomed by the narrative a happy ending..

i'm 100% open to hearing anyone's thoughts about this, by the way! if you've got something to say about this then say it, all i ask is you be respectful. yknow like a normal human would. i like talking to people about characters i like!

anyway, consider this poem a companion piece to LRPD. i think it fits monika both in general and in the LRPD universe so you could think of it as either-or. you can expect more things like this from me in the near (or far) future, because i enjoy doing it! doing poetry, i mean. it's wonderful practice for a lot of things.

i'll see those of you that read my fic very soon, if all goes well! have a nice earth rotation and drink some water if you can :)