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Funny thing love teaches you how to write poems when you know nothing about poems.
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ぴらぴろ

ぴらぴろ

久しぶりのレザークラフト^ ^
#GRAVITYレザークラフト部
#IQOS
#レザーケース
#POEMS症候群
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ぴらぴろ

ぴらぴろ

コインケース作ってみますた^ ^

#レザークラフト
#GRAVITYレザークラフト部
#コインケース
#poems症候群
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かっちゃん

かっちゃん

「converse」

履き潰したconverseのハイカット
あの娘を待つ駅前の噴水で
セブンスター吹かしながら

社会や世界は破滅に向かってるとか
テレビで誰かが喚いてたけど
そんなことはどうでもよくて
あの娘が世界のすべてだったあの頃

遅れてきたあの娘を責めることなく
黙って優しく迎えていたのは
壊れることが怖かったけれど
切ない気持ち押し込んでいた
結局ほどなく壊れてったけど

あれからいくつか季節が通り過ぎて
紺色のスーツにネクタイして
converseの代わりに革靴で
ほんの少し背伸びした僕は
やっとホントにサヨナラできた

#詩
#ポエム
#poem
#poems
#converse
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まこと🎧🌿‬🍮

まこと🎧🌿‬🍮

音楽好きと繋がりたい音楽好きと繋がりたい
僕からのお休みソングは、
Anton Webernの3 Poemsから、
以前 矢野顕子さんの歌を紹介しましたが、
今日は、No.3 Frommを、
Svetlana Savenkoのソプラノで[照れる][ほっとする][ハート][月]
よい夢を✨
#Classic #リラックス
#SvetlanaSavenko
#AntonWebern
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3 Poems: No. 3. Fromm

Yuri Polubelov & Svetlana Savenko

リラックスしたい時に聴くクラシックは?
リラックスしたい時に聴くクラシックは?
参加
クラシックの星クラシックの星
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7 なな@

7 なな@

雪代晶のキラめきにも焼かれ続けている。
口下手で優しい野獣が雪代晶という格を落とさず演技されていたのは素晴らしかった。
Rose PoemsとStar Diamondの歌声とダンスは美しい。
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こるく

こるく

なんとなくpoems of a machine聴きながら和訳歌詞読んでたけど、めちゃくちゃロラジェラ(恋愛ではなく友愛)じゃ〜ん
図書館はシュミレーション空間だし、ローランも寿命とか無しでずっと一緒だね!
8章やった後だと、永遠なんて言うとロクでもないことになりそうだから可能な限りずっと友達でいてくれ
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病兎店長🐰🫀

病兎店長🐰🫀

Believer和訳

途中までなので
全部みたい人は
Believer歌詞和訳で調べてね

First things first

まず最初に

I'ma say all the words inside my head

俺が考えていることを全部言うことにするよ

I'm fired up and tired of the way

だいぶ頭にきてるし、うんざりしてるんだ

That things have been, oh-ooh

今までのことに

The way that things have been, oh-ooh

今まで起こったことに
 
Second things second

次に

Don't you tell me what you think that I could be

俺にあーだこーだ言わないでくれ

I'm the one at the sail, 

船に乗ってるのは俺なんだ

I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh

俺がこの海の支配者なんだよ

The master of my sea, oh-ooh

この海を支配しているのは俺だ

I was broken from a young age

俺は若いときからおかしいんだ

Taking my sulking to the masses

他人に不満があった

Writing my poems for the few

いくつか詩を書いたんだ

That look at me, took to me, 

俺を見てくれたり気に入ってくれたり

shook to me, feeling me

揺さぶったりわかってくれた数少ない人達のために

Singing from heartache from the pain

苦痛や胸の痛みを歌にした

Taking my message from the veins

俺の血からメッセージを受けとれよ

Speaking my lesson from the brain

頭を使って伝えたいことを話してるんだ

Seeing the beauty through the

美しさは

Pain!

痛みだ!

#病兎のひとりごと #音楽をソッと置いておく人

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ビリーヴァー

イマジン・ドラゴンズ

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Ася

Ася


Long time no see~
A small life update: I’m now a penetration engineer, and honestly, I’m really happy about it.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking—I wish you could know the fuller version of me.

I wish you had known me at five.
Back then, I was pure sunshine. Loud joy, obvious eagerness to be seen. I greeted every neighbor with a sweet smile, volunteered to recite poems and dance during holidays without being asked.
Now, I need a long mental warm-up just to speak in public.

I wish you had known me at fourteen.
I was sharp-edged, almost feral. I argued with my math teacher over a solution, red-faced and stubborn, because I believed truth mattered more than keeping the peace.
Now, before I disagree, I take several careful turns in my head.

I wish you had known me at eighteen.
The girl who replayed the same song at midnight, filled notebooks with cryptic words, and believed—without needing reasons—in love. Her joy and sorrow were both dramatic, ceremonial.
Not like now, where I quietly organize my emotions and keep them neat.

It’s not that I dislike who I am today.
On the contrary, I really do like myself now.
But every once in a while—just once in a while—I miss those versions of me: the lively one, the sharp one, the melancholic one.

When I meet someone I truly click with, I can’t help thinking:
If only we had met earlier. Then we could have walked alongside each other for much longer.
You would’ve seen that the light in my eyes isn’t just politeness—it also carries something untamed.
You would know that my brightness doesn’t come only from experience, but from an unpolished sincerity.
You would understand how much past passion is hidden inside my gentleness.

And one more thing—I hate goodbyes.
I hate that everyone leaves carrying only a fragment of me.
It makes me feel like a book taken apart: one chapter with you, another with someone else, never whole.
I don’t want to be a book in pieces.

See? I’m greedy.
With new friends, I wish they could know me sooner.
With old friends, I wish they would never leave.

I know, though, that none of those versions of me ever disappeared.
They all live inside who I am now.
The courage of my five-year-old self still lets me meet the world with sincerity.
The sharpness of fourteen gives me boundaries beneath my softness.
The sensitivity of eighteen allows me to feel how complex—and fascinating—humans are.

Like rain from different seasons flowing into the same river:
the liveliness of early spring,
the intensity of midsummer,
the calm of late autumn—
all of it becomes the river in the end.

So I tell myself this:
Maybe new friends can glimpse my past through who I am now.
Maybe old friends can imagine my future through who I am now.
And the friends I’ve lost along the way—
perhaps they’re living happily in parallel timelines, carrying one version of me with them.
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