The People In My Mind and Memories

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4/10/26

10 Seconds:
Sitting at my table, I begin to think,
The clock is ticking away and away,
One second, two, three, then 5,
The minutes all but pass by.

Soon, I'll be sitting in front of a cake,
I'll be listening to the out-of-tune pitch of people singing,
'Happy Birthday', and I'll smile through it,
When deep inside I feel remorseful.

I don't like birthday's. I know some find them joyous,
But they scare me, they make me feel important.
I don't like when all the attention is on me.
Then I feel old, as the candles flicker brightly.

Blow them out, watch the smoke curl.
How many digits is it now? I tend to forget.
After my birthday, I feel no different.
My age feels... Insignificant.

10 days slowly slows,
10 hours left.
But there isn't hours, now there's only minutes.
Then the minutes are gone... and I'm left with seconds.

10...
9...
8...
6...

They skip and jump, up and down,
10 seconds. 10 seconds of time.
I wish I had more. I wish I was 7 again.
Because those 10 seconds then seemed like a hell of a lot more.
"You're not blowing them up! You're cremating them with flavor!" ~ Taost : 2026




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4/11/26

Deep breaths:
19 deep breaths grant you a minute.
18 is even.
17 isn't near enough,
and 16 is my favorite.

15 deep breaths take me way back,
14 reminds me of the times,
That 13 scared the hell out of me,
And 12 flew by.

11 was when I regrouped,
10 I realized the fighting.
9 I remember nothing,
Besides constantly leaving.

8 was filled with chaos,
7 was nothing but noise,
6 was when I made my first friend,
5 held no smiles.

4 was when I claimed a favorite,
3 I knew nothing.
2 I can't think of anything,
and 1 is suffocating.

Just a few more days,
Until I take,
the 20th deep breath,
and sink.
"You're not blowing them up! You're cremating them with flavor!" ~ Taost : 2026




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4/12/26

Oliver:
The horse before me stares.
He's a mess, I see that.
He stares at me, and flicks an ear.
I take another step.

Grabbing the halter, I pull it over,
Tuck it into place.
I take the lead and guide him out,
of the mud and muck of his 'cage'.

I brush back the fairy knots,
that claimed their spots in his mane.
I section out piece's at a time,
and slowly start to braid.

He'll dip his head, or shove his nose against me.
This horse likes affection, It's all he's been wanting.
After his mane is kept, I'll reach for a brush.
Piece by piece, time by time, the dirt falls away in clumps.

He doesn't like water. I know that.
He broke mother's leg when she tried.
So for now, this will have to do.
It's the best way to keep him clean. So,

I'll take my time,
And give him the grass,
I'll tend to his hooves,
And tend to his nasty,

habits that he seems to have.
Because he needs somebody.
I need somebody too.
But I don't have somebody.

I have a horse.
His name is Oliver.
He likes walks.
So we'll walk together.
"You're not blowing them up! You're cremating them with flavor!" ~ Taost : 2026




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4/13/26

Hush:
The rain dribbles outside.
It's quiet.
The window is leaking.
It's fine.

The thunder rumbles,
That's okay.
The lightning strikes,
Pretty light.

The puddles form,
One by one,
The kids want to play,
Let them.

This book is cruel,
I'll cry.
I hate how it goes,
That's fine.

The rain is soothing.
It's quiet.
My thoughts aren't rushing.
For once.
"You're not blowing them up! You're cremating them with flavor!" ~ Taost : 2026




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4/14/26

Right:
524 milligrams of caffeine.
800 and something calories.
I haven't consumed nearly enough,
For my body to keep moving.

But that's fine, I have better things,
To worry about than eating.
You want to lose weight, That's what I said,
So, this is the way it must be.

But it's recommended to have at least,
1,200 calories in your body,
And you're not supposed to have,
More than 300 milligrams of caffeine.

Because you could do more harm than good,
Your heart is going to suffer.
You should care more,
But you don't. How clever.

You discreetly are harming yourself,
Without really thinking,
That the harm your doing is partially intentional,
You had researched this in the beginning.

Except, you don't care enough,
To think or change the outcome.
Because the rush feels so good,
And no one has asked you to stop.

Regardless,

Drink a little less canned energy,
And replace it with water.
Because, water is healthy,
And it's smarter.

Eat a little more food,
You'll lose weight if you do it right,
Don't eat junk, eat fruit,
And change your appetite.

Just.
Do.
It.
Right. . .

"Fine."
"You're not blowing them up! You're cremating them with flavor!" ~ Taost : 2026




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Hey again! I enjoy the variety of feelings that come out of the rain-poem, there is something so poetic about a rainstorm and life within it. The contrast of rain against thoughts too is nicely done.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return




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you've been doing well when it comes to being dedicated to napo while remembering to take time to rest for yourself (which is always good--napo can be stressing if there's too much pressure)! much of these poems are quite grounded, speaking of feelings with a conversational voice that can be resonating for the reader. there is a pattern, that being repetition, that adds a lot to the voice--creating emphasis on the themes, or is a tool to let the speaker & the reader with them process the emotion (ex: day 5 poem, day 7 poem). one of my favorite poems out of the bunch, which happens to use this repetition, is the day 11 poem.

it stood out to me the most, with it heavily relying on repetition as a tool to create these little images to piece together a loaded, heavy, overall image of life. these little images are abstract and vague, but remain to be clear in that they're a piece to a complex life: with complications, hardship and struggle, but some good as well, but most importantly the growth (realizations, which are already loaded), and the continuation of growing. it was a splendid, rich poem. but of course, much of your poetry are so fulfilled with your inner life just as rich, and splendid in how honest, aware, raw, they are.

in the meanwhile, i hope napo has been fun! you've done great!

sunny



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