Overview
All the poems in Doki Doki Literature Club.
Sayori
The way you glow through my blinds in the morning.
It makes me feel like you missed me.
Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed
Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.
Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is blue.
It’s a secret, but I trust you too.
If it wasn’t for you, I could sleep forever.
But I’m not mad
I want breakfast.
I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar.
It’s the secret place where I keep all my dreams.
Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together Like a bundle of kittens.
I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.
It’s warm and tingly.
But there’s no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.
And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles.
Happy toughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row.
My collection makes me lots of friends.
Each bottle a starlight to make amends.
Sometimes my friend feels a certain way.
Down comes a bottle to save the day.
Night after night, more deams.
Friend after friend, more bottles.
Deeper and deeper my fingers go.
Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies
LiKe exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies.
Digging and digging.
Scraping and Scraping.
I blow dust off my bottle caps.
It doesn’t fell like time elapsed.
My empty shelf coud use some more.
Mu friends look througn my locked front door.
Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.
In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much?
I frantically pull them from the shelf, one after the other.
Holding them out to each and every friend.
Each and every bottle.
But every time I let one go, it shatters against the tile between my feet.
Happy thoughts, happa thoughts, happa thoughts in shards, all over the floor.
They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren’t smiling.
They’re all shouting, pleading. Something.
But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Inside mu bead.
Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of
Get.
Out.
Of.
My.
Head.
Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you.
Get out of my head before I listen to everything she said to me.
Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you.
Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.
But a poem is never actually finished.
It just stops moving.
Natsuki
Monkeys can climb
Crickets can leap
Horses can race
Owls can seek
Cheetahs can run
Eagles can fly
People can try
But thats about it.
You know what I heard about Amy?
Amy likes spiders.
lcky, wriggly, hairy, ugly spiders!
That’s why I’m not friends with her.
Amy has a cute singing voice.
I heard her singing my favorite love song.
Every time she sang the chorus, my heart would pound.
to the rhythm of the words.
But she likes spiders.
That’s why I’m not friends with her.
One time, hurt my leg relly bad.
Amy help me up and took me to the nurse.
I tried not to let her touch me.
She likes spiders, so her hands are probably gross.
That’s why I’m not friends with her.
Amy has a lot of friends.
I always see her talking to people.
She probably talks about spiders.
What if her friends start to like spiders too?
That’s way I’m not friends with her.
It doesn’t matter if she has other hobbies.
It doesn’t matter if she keeps it private.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t hurt anyone.
Its gross.
She’s gross.
The world it better off with outspider lovers.
And I’m gonna tell everyone.
Your mind is so full of troubles and fears
That diminished your wonder over the years
But today I have a special place
A beach for us to go.
A shore reaching beyond your sight
A sea that sparkles with brilliant light
The walls in your mind will melt away
Before the sunny glow.
I’ll be the beach that washes your worries away
I’ll be the beach that you daydream about each day
I’ll be the beach that makes your heart leap
In a way you thought had left you long ago.
Let’s bury your heavy thoughts in a pile of sand
Bathe in sunbeams and hold my hand
Wash your insecurities in the salty sea
And let me see you shine.
Let’s leave your memories in a footprint trall
Set you free in my windy sail
And remember the reasons you’re wonderful
When you press your lips to mine.
I’ll be the beach that washes your worries away
I’ll be the beach that you daydream about each day
I’ll be the beach that makes your heart leap
In a way you thought had left you long ago.
But if you let me by your side
Your own beach, your own escape
You’ll learn to love yourself aqain.
Tomorrow will be brighter with me around
But when today is dim, I can only look down.
My looking is a little more forward
Because you look at me
When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!
But my truest feelings can never come out.
My words are a little less empty
Because you listen to me.
When Something is above me, I reach tor the stars.
But when I feel small, I don’t get very far.
My standing is a little bit taller
Because you sit with me.
I believe in myself with all of my heart.
But what do I do when it’s torn all apart?
My faith is a little bit stronger
Because you trusted me.
When something is above me, I reach for the stars.
But when I feel small, I don’t get very far.
My standing is a little bit taller
Because you sit with me.
I believe in myself with all of my heart.
But what do I do when it’s torn al apart?
My faith is a little bit stronger
Because you trusted me.
My pen always puts my feelings to the test.
I’m not a good writer, but my best is my best.
My poems are a little bit dearer
Because you think of me
Because you, because you, because you.
Yuri
Sorry,
Yuri is mine.
Monika
It couldn’t have been me.
See, the direction the spackle protrudes.
A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I’ll never know. I wasn’t home.
I peer inside for a clue.
No! I can’t see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.
But it’s too late. My retinas.
Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.
It’s just a little hole. It wasn’t too bright.
It was too deep.
Stretching forever into everything.
A hole of in finite choices.
I realize now, that I wasn’t looking in.
I was looking out.
And he, on the other side, was looking in.
The colors, they won’t stop.
Bright, beautiful colors
Flashing, expanding, piercing
Red, green, blue
An endless
cacophany
Of meaningless
noise
The noise, it won’t stop.
Violent, grating waveforms
Squeaking, screeching, piercing
Sine, cosine, tangent
Like Playing a chalkboard on a turntable
Like playing a vinyl on a pizza crust
An endless
poem
Of meaningless
An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.
The Lady who Knows Everything.
a beautiful lady who has found every answer,
All meaning,
All purpose,
And all that was ever sought.
And here I am,
a feather
Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.
Day after day, I search.
I search with little hope, knowing legends don’t exist.
But when all else has failed me,
When all others have turned away,
The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky.
Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
I fall.
And fall and fall, and fall even more.
Gentle as a feather.
A dry quill, expressionless.
But a hand catches me between the thumb and forefinger.
The hand of a beautiful lady.
I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze.
The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinging.
Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice.
“I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.
There is no meaning.
There is no purpose.
And we seek only the impossible.
I am not your legend.
Your legend does not exist.”
And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up gust of wind.
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