井川奎(Ikawa kei)
@ikawakei.bsky.social
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デジマ様にて【大正イノセントストーリー麗しの君に。】コミカライズ配信中
エブリスタなどに小説投稿中。
Paid Web Novel Writer🇯🇵
Writing free verse and haiku
substack
https://ikawakei.substack.com
デジマ様にて【大正イノセントストーリー麗しの君に。】コミカライズ配信中
エブリスタなどに小説投稿中。
Paid Web Novel Writer🇯🇵
Writing free verse and haiku
substack
https://ikawakei.substack.com
Afro-haired man hurries by,
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
November 28, 2025 at 7:58 AM
Afro-haired man hurries by,
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
Between Autumn and Winter
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
November 24, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Between Autumn and Winter
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
The wind blows through,
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
November 22, 2025 at 3:06 AM
The wind blows through,
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
This restless flutter within my chest,
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
November 19, 2025 at 1:37 AM
This restless flutter within my chest,
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
Leaning out from the apartment window,
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
November 18, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Leaning out from the apartment window,
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
A stir within.
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
November 17, 2025 at 3:51 AM
A stir within.
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
A cat murmurs,
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
November 16, 2025 at 6:17 AM
A cat murmurs,
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
At the bottom of night,
a single light flickers far away.
When I reach for it,
it drifts off like a ripple—
yet its glow still lingers in my chest.
Each time the wind passes,
a faint warmth brushes my cheek.
Somewhere,
a breath still moves through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
a single light flickers far away.
When I reach for it,
it drifts off like a ripple—
yet its glow still lingers in my chest.
Each time the wind passes,
a faint warmth brushes my cheek.
Somewhere,
a breath still moves through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
November 13, 2025 at 4:34 PM
At the bottom of night,
a single light flickers far away.
When I reach for it,
it drifts off like a ripple—
yet its glow still lingers in my chest.
Each time the wind passes,
a faint warmth brushes my cheek.
Somewhere,
a breath still moves through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
a single light flickers far away.
When I reach for it,
it drifts off like a ripple—
yet its glow still lingers in my chest.
Each time the wind passes,
a faint warmth brushes my cheek.
Somewhere,
a breath still moves through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
The cold returns,
again and again.
I wake to birdsong,
I wake to rain.
After how many awakenings
will this, too, pass?
I wait for time —
quietly, I rest.
#poetry #freeverse
again and again.
I wake to birdsong,
I wake to rain.
After how many awakenings
will this, too, pass?
I wait for time —
quietly, I rest.
#poetry #freeverse
November 13, 2025 at 2:58 AM
The cold returns,
again and again.
I wake to birdsong,
I wake to rain.
After how many awakenings
will this, too, pass?
I wait for time —
quietly, I rest.
#poetry #freeverse
again and again.
I wake to birdsong,
I wake to rain.
After how many awakenings
will this, too, pass?
I wait for time —
quietly, I rest.
#poetry #freeverse
I spot a rainbow,
Spreading my arms wide,
Believing that beyond it
Lies dreams and hope.
Reaching for those sweet desires,
My fingertips dance in the air.
The rainbow stretches on forever.
#poetry #freeverse
Spreading my arms wide,
Believing that beyond it
Lies dreams and hope.
Reaching for those sweet desires,
My fingertips dance in the air.
The rainbow stretches on forever.
#poetry #freeverse
November 12, 2025 at 8:53 PM
I spot a rainbow,
Spreading my arms wide,
Believing that beyond it
Lies dreams and hope.
Reaching for those sweet desires,
My fingertips dance in the air.
The rainbow stretches on forever.
#poetry #freeverse
Spreading my arms wide,
Believing that beyond it
Lies dreams and hope.
Reaching for those sweet desires,
My fingertips dance in the air.
The rainbow stretches on forever.
#poetry #freeverse
A fever rises
A heat that drives my whole body mad
Like a fully bloomed rose
Fiercely
My body burns
Thorns pierce through
The unconscious darkness spreads wide
And still, my body continues to blaze
#poetry #freeverse
A heat that drives my whole body mad
Like a fully bloomed rose
Fiercely
My body burns
Thorns pierce through
The unconscious darkness spreads wide
And still, my body continues to blaze
#poetry #freeverse
November 10, 2025 at 8:32 AM
A fever rises
A heat that drives my whole body mad
Like a fully bloomed rose
Fiercely
My body burns
Thorns pierce through
The unconscious darkness spreads wide
And still, my body continues to blaze
#poetry #freeverse
A heat that drives my whole body mad
Like a fully bloomed rose
Fiercely
My body burns
Thorns pierce through
The unconscious darkness spreads wide
And still, my body continues to blaze
#poetry #freeverse
The burning blood of joy flows quietly,
and the nightingale trembles its throat.
Pierced by the thorn called love,
she sheds tears named passion,
and still, she sings of longing—
her trembling voice reaching into the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
and the nightingale trembles its throat.
Pierced by the thorn called love,
she sheds tears named passion,
and still, she sings of longing—
her trembling voice reaching into the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
November 2, 2025 at 11:01 PM
The burning blood of joy flows quietly,
and the nightingale trembles its throat.
Pierced by the thorn called love,
she sheds tears named passion,
and still, she sings of longing—
her trembling voice reaching into the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
and the nightingale trembles its throat.
Pierced by the thorn called love,
she sheds tears named passion,
and still, she sings of longing—
her trembling voice reaching into the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
Ratują mnie twoje słowa,
ratuje mnie twój uśmiech.
Ach, mój najdroższy przyjacielu.
To, że teraz cię spotkałam,
sprawia, że mogę być wolna.
Ciepły, dobry człowieku —
dziękuję ci.
Podaruję ci bukiet róż,
całe naręcze.
ratuje mnie twój uśmiech.
Ach, mój najdroższy przyjacielu.
To, że teraz cię spotkałam,
sprawia, że mogę być wolna.
Ciepły, dobry człowieku —
dziękuję ci.
Podaruję ci bukiet róż,
całe naręcze.
October 29, 2025 at 11:16 AM
Ratują mnie twoje słowa,
ratuje mnie twój uśmiech.
Ach, mój najdroższy przyjacielu.
To, że teraz cię spotkałam,
sprawia, że mogę być wolna.
Ciepły, dobry człowieku —
dziękuję ci.
Podaruję ci bukiet róż,
całe naręcze.
ratuje mnie twój uśmiech.
Ach, mój najdroższy przyjacielu.
To, że teraz cię spotkałam,
sprawia, że mogę być wolna.
Ciepły, dobry człowieku —
dziękuję ci.
Podaruję ci bukiet róż,
całe naręcze.
Riding the wind, I walk my path,
Yet I tread on no one as a stepping stone.
Gently, gently,
I advance my steps.
Ahead, a vast sky unfolds,
And toward that sky, I quietly move forward.
#poetry #freeverse
Yet I tread on no one as a stepping stone.
Gently, gently,
I advance my steps.
Ahead, a vast sky unfolds,
And toward that sky, I quietly move forward.
#poetry #freeverse
October 29, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Riding the wind, I walk my path,
Yet I tread on no one as a stepping stone.
Gently, gently,
I advance my steps.
Ahead, a vast sky unfolds,
And toward that sky, I quietly move forward.
#poetry #freeverse
Yet I tread on no one as a stepping stone.
Gently, gently,
I advance my steps.
Ahead, a vast sky unfolds,
And toward that sky, I quietly move forward.
#poetry #freeverse
Struggling through the shadows,
I reach for a self I cannot yet see.
Every stumble, every misstep,
teaches me the weight of desire
and the strength in letting go.
Even the smallest compromise,
even the quietest surrender,
can light the path to the self I long to become.
#poetry #freeverse
I reach for a self I cannot yet see.
Every stumble, every misstep,
teaches me the weight of desire
and the strength in letting go.
Even the smallest compromise,
even the quietest surrender,
can light the path to the self I long to become.
#poetry #freeverse
October 29, 2025 at 1:46 AM
Struggling through the shadows,
I reach for a self I cannot yet see.
Every stumble, every misstep,
teaches me the weight of desire
and the strength in letting go.
Even the smallest compromise,
even the quietest surrender,
can light the path to the self I long to become.
#poetry #freeverse
I reach for a self I cannot yet see.
Every stumble, every misstep,
teaches me the weight of desire
and the strength in letting go.
Even the smallest compromise,
even the quietest surrender,
can light the path to the self I long to become.
#poetry #freeverse
A simple gesture chills my heart.
After a day like a storm,
I try to spend the night as usual.
Let the storm inside me settle—
for tomorrow will surely come.
#poetry #freeverse
After a day like a storm,
I try to spend the night as usual.
Let the storm inside me settle—
for tomorrow will surely come.
#poetry #freeverse
October 27, 2025 at 4:48 PM
A simple gesture chills my heart.
After a day like a storm,
I try to spend the night as usual.
Let the storm inside me settle—
for tomorrow will surely come.
#poetry #freeverse
After a day like a storm,
I try to spend the night as usual.
Let the storm inside me settle—
for tomorrow will surely come.
#poetry #freeverse
There is no need to cry for help.
Yet the heart may be weary,
perhaps mine—
or perhaps yours.
Where does the truth lie?
I close my eyes,
and drift into the quiet,
wondering softly.
#poetry #freeverse
Goodnight.
Yet the heart may be weary,
perhaps mine—
or perhaps yours.
Where does the truth lie?
I close my eyes,
and drift into the quiet,
wondering softly.
#poetry #freeverse
Goodnight.
October 26, 2025 at 7:54 PM
There is no need to cry for help.
Yet the heart may be weary,
perhaps mine—
or perhaps yours.
Where does the truth lie?
I close my eyes,
and drift into the quiet,
wondering softly.
#poetry #freeverse
Goodnight.
Yet the heart may be weary,
perhaps mine—
or perhaps yours.
Where does the truth lie?
I close my eyes,
and drift into the quiet,
wondering softly.
#poetry #freeverse
Goodnight.
I have tasted life’s bitterness—
it is nothing like vanilla ice cream,
not smooth, but rough,
leaving grains of ache upon my tongue.
And still, I wish to fly,
to rise like the birds
who know no walls,
only wind and sky.
#poetry #freeverse
it is nothing like vanilla ice cream,
not smooth, but rough,
leaving grains of ache upon my tongue.
And still, I wish to fly,
to rise like the birds
who know no walls,
only wind and sky.
#poetry #freeverse
October 26, 2025 at 5:24 AM
I have tasted life’s bitterness—
it is nothing like vanilla ice cream,
not smooth, but rough,
leaving grains of ache upon my tongue.
And still, I wish to fly,
to rise like the birds
who know no walls,
only wind and sky.
#poetry #freeverse
it is nothing like vanilla ice cream,
not smooth, but rough,
leaving grains of ache upon my tongue.
And still, I wish to fly,
to rise like the birds
who know no walls,
only wind and sky.
#poetry #freeverse
A thinly clouded Sunday
Every joint in my heart aches
Soothing the chilled air
I wait for the warm sunlight
Sipping coffee, I watch
Out the window
#poetry #freeverse
Every joint in my heart aches
Soothing the chilled air
I wait for the warm sunlight
Sipping coffee, I watch
Out the window
#poetry #freeverse
October 26, 2025 at 4:02 AM
A thinly clouded Sunday
Every joint in my heart aches
Soothing the chilled air
I wait for the warm sunlight
Sipping coffee, I watch
Out the window
#poetry #freeverse
Every joint in my heart aches
Soothing the chilled air
I wait for the warm sunlight
Sipping coffee, I watch
Out the window
#poetry #freeverse
I guess your silence means everything’s fine.
No guidance needed, all is as it should be.
I make avocado toast, sip my coffee,
and weave the morning into a quiet poem.
What will the afternoon hold?
Will the night bring wishes whispered to the stars?
Silently,
everything flows just right…
#poetry
No guidance needed, all is as it should be.
I make avocado toast, sip my coffee,
and weave the morning into a quiet poem.
What will the afternoon hold?
Will the night bring wishes whispered to the stars?
Silently,
everything flows just right…
#poetry
October 24, 2025 at 1:03 AM
I guess your silence means everything’s fine.
No guidance needed, all is as it should be.
I make avocado toast, sip my coffee,
and weave the morning into a quiet poem.
What will the afternoon hold?
Will the night bring wishes whispered to the stars?
Silently,
everything flows just right…
#poetry
No guidance needed, all is as it should be.
I make avocado toast, sip my coffee,
and weave the morning into a quiet poem.
What will the afternoon hold?
Will the night bring wishes whispered to the stars?
Silently,
everything flows just right…
#poetry
A rainbow appears.
A bridge of light stretches across the heart.
Soft rays caress the earth,
soaring through the sky, inhaling the air of hope.
In that fleeting shimmer, my chest feels full,
quietly leading toward tomorrow.
#poetry #freeverse
A bridge of light stretches across the heart.
Soft rays caress the earth,
soaring through the sky, inhaling the air of hope.
In that fleeting shimmer, my chest feels full,
quietly leading toward tomorrow.
#poetry #freeverse
October 23, 2025 at 3:35 AM
A rainbow appears.
A bridge of light stretches across the heart.
Soft rays caress the earth,
soaring through the sky, inhaling the air of hope.
In that fleeting shimmer, my chest feels full,
quietly leading toward tomorrow.
#poetry #freeverse
A bridge of light stretches across the heart.
Soft rays caress the earth,
soaring through the sky, inhaling the air of hope.
In that fleeting shimmer, my chest feels full,
quietly leading toward tomorrow.
#poetry #freeverse
I thought it was Saturday.
It was only that the turbulent Wednesday had passed.
My body craves rest.
Work is gone.
Yet I still seek the weekend.
Solitude brings peace.
Peace of mind.
The weekend — a sense of relief and liberation.
#poetry #freeverse
It was only that the turbulent Wednesday had passed.
My body craves rest.
Work is gone.
Yet I still seek the weekend.
Solitude brings peace.
Peace of mind.
The weekend — a sense of relief and liberation.
#poetry #freeverse
October 23, 2025 at 1:49 AM
I thought it was Saturday.
It was only that the turbulent Wednesday had passed.
My body craves rest.
Work is gone.
Yet I still seek the weekend.
Solitude brings peace.
Peace of mind.
The weekend — a sense of relief and liberation.
#poetry #freeverse
It was only that the turbulent Wednesday had passed.
My body craves rest.
Work is gone.
Yet I still seek the weekend.
Solitude brings peace.
Peace of mind.
The weekend — a sense of relief and liberation.
#poetry #freeverse
You knew it, too
I knew it all along—
and so did you.
The rain kept whispering
what neither of us could say,
until silence became
its own kind of truth.
#poetry #freeverse
I knew it all along—
and so did you.
The rain kept whispering
what neither of us could say,
until silence became
its own kind of truth.
#poetry #freeverse
October 20, 2025 at 9:58 AM
You knew it, too
I knew it all along—
and so did you.
The rain kept whispering
what neither of us could say,
until silence became
its own kind of truth.
#poetry #freeverse
I knew it all along—
and so did you.
The rain kept whispering
what neither of us could say,
until silence became
its own kind of truth.
#poetry #freeverse
Silence, too, can be the most eloquent poem.
So is the rose,
that blooms in quiet splendor—
needing no voice
to be understood.
#poetry #freeverse
So is the rose,
that blooms in quiet splendor—
needing no voice
to be understood.
#poetry #freeverse
October 18, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Silence, too, can be the most eloquent poem.
So is the rose,
that blooms in quiet splendor—
needing no voice
to be understood.
#poetry #freeverse
So is the rose,
that blooms in quiet splendor—
needing no voice
to be understood.
#poetry #freeverse
The mirror is cracked,
yet it still reflects the ordinary.
What trembles within its wavering light—
is it the image of my own unsteady heart?
Mirror, mirror, tell me...
what is it that you truly reveal?
#poetry #freeverse
yet it still reflects the ordinary.
What trembles within its wavering light—
is it the image of my own unsteady heart?
Mirror, mirror, tell me...
what is it that you truly reveal?
#poetry #freeverse
October 10, 2025 at 3:35 AM
The mirror is cracked,
yet it still reflects the ordinary.
What trembles within its wavering light—
is it the image of my own unsteady heart?
Mirror, mirror, tell me...
what is it that you truly reveal?
#poetry #freeverse
yet it still reflects the ordinary.
What trembles within its wavering light—
is it the image of my own unsteady heart?
Mirror, mirror, tell me...
what is it that you truly reveal?
#poetry #freeverse