#doki 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 🎹

[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.

[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)

[feeldeeplyfeeltenderly]

Lactose Intolerant

I don’t think I was meant for wanting It makes me sick My body rejects it like spoiled milk My stomach churns at the thought of my hands in your hair

It’s overwhelming You are overwhelming I was always the one gifting Never poured into Til now I joked once that my cup runneth dry Now you hand me a mug full to the brim with chocolate milk and I choke down every sip

Hunger and shame are synonymous Are these butterfly wings or hornet wings beating against the lining of my stomach? One sting and I lose everything I tread lightly Praying for butterflies

The blanket you wrap around me is a soft cocoon I can’t breathe The air is too hot My hands are too cold I’ll always be too much of the wrong thing and too little of the right thing I study your hand pouring the syrup into my milk, into my tea How much is too sweet for you? But what amount is not enough?

My friend told me I look like I’m lactose intolerant I didn’t know what they meant I wonder now Can they see that my body rejects what is good for me? Can they see that I chose to relish in it every time anyways? It’s warm and sickly sweet I’m soft and spoiled and unable to breathe

I think once more of my hands in your hair My stomach churns I’ll try again tomorrow

[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

[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

[iwanttobuildyoursunshine]

sundays. // may 23rd, 2024

the sun hits my face, caressing it softly taking in the lukewarm spring air eyes closed, i sit, i say nothing there is nothing left to say the sun is warm, so bright the rays melt into me into the fresh linen i sit upon i haven't felt peace in so long

i get up, the sun still lingering in my hair i wonder if it'll be the last time

i don't want to live anymore

[dragonofdarkness666]

Doki Doki broke my brain.. I used to do poetry when I was in high school but I stopped after I broke up with my first EX.

After playing Doki Doki and enjoying the story, now I find myself doing poetry even when I'm angry or trolling.. 😏🤣

[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????

[r08s]

[andtheny]

Spider Woman - Doki Doki Literature Club (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1355526498-spider-woman-doki-doki-literature-club?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=andtheny&wp_originator=EZyAFte49BeelaJcLUSRudLvWoyc5FC0fyBLEGUoggozs3fPxSVzumWecnZXNsjr3rxSKCQiVULhfvTo6whzYkYabi8mJGN9FBcENlSH0ATEwsCxEFuhYpGhCVihzmu0 Spider man Spider man She does whatever a spider can She's Madam Web And we all agree She's the most interesting spider-ling Watch out! Here comes Spider Maaaaaaan

[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.

--

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 :)

[feeldeeplyfeeltenderly]

Sweet Tooth

Uninhibited I see how you stare I glance away You drink me in like a glass of your favorite dessert wine Do you even like wine? I know so much, but it’s really nothing at all

You’re still looking at me for some reason Eyes brown like the soil that feeds the vine; your words, melodious as you so often are Don’t know what I’d do without those eyes, without that voice  So beautiful and so hard to look at Afraid that if I gaze back, you’ll really see My saccharine presence will always be too much

You tell me you have a sweet tooth Pressing those teeth to my neck Teeth that clamp down ever so gently Bone on skin All your excitement in the soft pressure of your mouth on mine Yet so gentle as though I might break

I might Afraid I might break your tooth Afraid I might snap in two

You turn your face away, back to the task at hand Hands that hold mine now pour sickly sweet syrup into a mug I take my chance to watch with bated breath It’s my turn to drink you in You pour generously, handing me the mug

I look for metaphors everywhere I turn My cloying comparisons are too on-the-nose to voice I choke down my dulcet poems with my tea Desperate to swallow back the sugar that imbues both of them You don’t notice; you make another cup of tea 

As l sit and worry about my sugary taste You’ll drink me in over and over again

[literatureclub-poetryexchange]

judgement nibbling away at passion

its afterimage leaving new scars

misfortune becoming a sensation

a dance of feathers

amidst unending raindrops in the dark

I breathe a prayer to this uncanny valentine

watching a massacre of the extraordinary

every cry with its own charm

[yurissecret]

In the glaze of the lake

My mirror rests

She smiles at me and beckons

For a swim into its depths