NaPo '26|Night Sky and You

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ToastK
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Sat Apr 11, 2026 6:32 am
ToastK says... · Sat Apr 11, 2026 6:32 am
Night call


opening up discord on a l8 night
i check to see whos up rn and see ppl online
lwk i have no idea why ppl stay up this l8
but its fine since that means i have friends to yap w/
theyre annoying yes
theyre stupid and sometimes do stupid things a tad too much
but we have fun and thats all that matters isnt it
i talk with my friends as we have a l8 night gaming sesh
and i scroll thru my phone to see groupchats from distant pasts
back when we were child
back during covid
i used to be on all day but sadly thats no longer the case
last message sent was three years ago as i scroll around my memories
we all went our separate ways and i miss those times
but despite all that i know that we are all doing well
and at the end of the day thats all that matters
so i go back to playing my games with different groups of friends
each group chat becoming their very own little time capsules
The world needs more sparkles
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Sat Apr 11, 2026 10:25 am
Liminality says... · Sat Apr 11, 2026 10:25 am
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Hey Toast! I'm loving the different moments of introspection and storytelling in this thread. The night is such a good motif and I like how you've considered it from different angles, from sunsets to late-night Discord calls.

lonely light
> This poem seems both whimsical and earnest. I like how you've personified the stars, the moon and the lights as considerate, sentimental and kind, with the lights trying not to wake anyone up for instance. The world of this poem has a very gentle atmosphere.

Sea the Clouds
> I enjoyed the turn from clouds and waves to the theme of impermanence in the first stanza. The sound devices in this one are really impressive too and make the poem fun to read aloud!
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ToastK
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Sun Apr 12, 2026 5:55 am
ToastK says... · Sun Apr 12, 2026 5:55 am
A comma, not a period.


I’m taking a rest.
I hate life.
It sucks.
It’s unfair.
Why do I have to put up with this bullshirt everyday?
Every forking moment of my life, I try to do good things.
And yet, I get forked over when some son of a bench comes over.
I want to give up.

But, I’m taking a rest.
I may hate life.
It may be a train wreck.
But it’s still worth trying when things get tough.
It’s just that some days are harder to continue than others.
Even if, there is still worth in trying.

I’m taking a rest.
Not permanent.
Not final.
It’s just a rest.
In the middle of my journey.
When things get tough, you deserve a rest too.
Sometimes, we may think of putting a period to the end of our lives,
But in reality,
All we need,
Is a comma,
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ToastK
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Mon Apr 13, 2026 3:52 am
ToastK says... · Mon Apr 13, 2026 3:52 am
Lambent Fleeting Light


I’m currently sitting on a bench that is illuminated by a flickering lamp post to the right. There are moths dancing around the lambent light. I stare down at my phone, scrolling through posts while slowly losing sight. I tell myself that I’m alright.

Lavender City is one full of hopes and dreams, where people can become whatever they want to be. But there’s also darkness in reality, where not everyone can become what they want to be. Take for example a look at me, a person that doesn’t belong and stays alone through nights deep.

The light starts to flicker, turning off in an instant. I look up at the cloudy sky, seeing nothing but this world being resistant to lights that want to shine through, and peer into us; stars that are distant.

I look at my phone and see that it’s time to go home again. I walk back the path that I have taken everyday. I return home to nothing but a calendar stuck in may, sleeping through the night as if everything’s in vain. I stare at the ceiling, then the window now in rain. There’s a lavender by there that’s Null of the cold weather’s pain.
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ToastK
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Mon Apr 13, 2026 11:04 pm
ToastK says... · Mon Apr 13, 2026 11:04 pm
Songkran

In the midst of sweltering heat,
Is a time for New Year’s greet.
I look back to my past in feelings of yearn.

I miss home.

Home is a place where I belong,
Home is a place where I play along.
And nothing shows that more than Songkran.
A day where everyone’s celebrating,
A day where community comes together; bonding.

Shooting a water gun at each other,
Bringing in good luck that doesn’t falter,
That’s what Songkran is about.

Celebrating the coming year anew,
Waking up to morning’s dew,
That’s what Songkran is about.

Yet those are all memories stuck in time,
In a post that to me’s revered: divine.
But things don’t last and that’s alright.

So let’s toast to another year,
Cleanse our spirit and mind of any looming fear.
Cause while our body and mind are far from there,
Home is always in our hearts; always near.


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Context if youre too lazy to google what Songkran is: In parts of Southeast Asia like Thailand or Cambodia, they celebrate New years in the month of April. March, April, May is the hottest season there, so in Thailand, people celebrate by shooting water guns at each other on the streets and just having very large water fights in general. The water symbolizes the coming of the new year and also the cleansing of bad spirits from the past year.
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Thu Apr 16, 2026 2:59 am
ToastK says... · Thu Apr 16, 2026 2:59 am
Silence slices like a knife

I stare out my veranda and peer down onto the streets.
There are people still bustling, despite it being midnight deep.
And despite that, silence fills the room.

I had my window open, and the sound of cars, rain, and people,
They filled my room in disharmonious synchrony.
And while the sounds were strikingly audible,
After I closed the window, silence sliced through sharply.

Whenever at school, I’d get annoyed,
By the nuisance of classmates,
By the chattering in hallways,
And the chaos across doorways.

But I realize that they gave life.
Nuisance is a sign of surviving.
Chattering is a sign of loving.
Chaos is a sign of living.

So I sleep in silence,
Waiting for day to break,
So i can feel a sign of living again.
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Fri Apr 17, 2026 3:39 am
lalalucky says... · Fri Apr 17, 2026 3:39 am
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love the occasional incorporation of culture such as using another language or having a reference to an cultural event! to use this knowledge of culture (born or not born into it otherwise) to add to a poem's themes or make it have its own identity are great, thoughtful ways of making the poems and you as a poet distinct in some way!

in the most recent poem "silence slices like a knife", i appreciate using silence as a symbol of harmony, while it means to not live as well, thus being a symbol isolation too. even with seeking out a "balance" in life (like say, choosing to close a window to make it silent, avoiding disharmony) it can come with this isolation, despite the usual balance in life being sought after due to the calmness of silence indicating peace. it really speaks on the suffocation of silence, and use that to speak about the suffocation of having a harmonious, uniform life. I like how mindful the poem is, its interesting!! your writing is great, and i'll be interested in what's to come! good luck on the thread!!
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Fri Apr 17, 2026 6:05 am
thehoplessromantic says... · Fri Apr 17, 2026 6:05 am
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idk why but i love how you italicized every poem :3
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Fri Apr 17, 2026 7:42 am
ToastK says... · Fri Apr 17, 2026 7:42 am
Black Snow

Through the harsh gales of winter I wander,
And in my head I ponder…
Do these evergreens even remember?
A warmer time when we were together;
A simpler time when creeks flowed through summer;
A happier time when you said we’ll be together.
The night deepens and yet I’m here, a traveller;
Journeying through snow that rustle with whispers;
They whisper tales of where you are, hidden deeper;
I journey into the midst of hailing weather to find your linger;
A footstep buried in snow that leads me higher;
Up to hilltops that fall into valleys lower;
Slowly this hike has worn me down to be weaker;
My body’s numb as cold penetrates through layers;
Slowly I realize that we won’t meet again ever;
I look around, seeing snow black as night and meander;
Looking for signs of light as the moon grows dimmer;
Finally I find a light illuminating there yonder;
With hardening breath I gasp for air and muster;
Dragging my stiffening body to it I holler;
Realizing it’s your lamp I try to get closer;
At last at least, we are again here together;
Forever.
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Sun Apr 19, 2026 8:03 pm
ToastK says... · Sun Apr 19, 2026 8:03 pm
Tea Time Clementine

Here’s a cup o’ tea my dear darlin’
Now spill the tea; what’s up with you lately?
Hard times ain’t it, I’ll hear all your complainin’
Mrs. Clementine is here to comfort you dearly.

Life’s hard when you let it be.
That’s common sense but hard to sense.
If things get tough you can depend on me.
While not much, I can be your defense.

I’m shackled to this chair in chains o’ rust
And while bound, I’ve still got a mouth to speak.
Hope is lost only if you degrade your trust,
So keep your head up; boastful yet meek.

Ah, that’s the bell now dear darlin’
It’s time for farewell again though still sleepy.
The night’s over and day’s now breakin’
So gather some courage and tomorrow again we’ll talk deeply.

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So I wake with my eyelids heavy,
Walking over to a table with clementines arranged neatly.
She visited again in my dreams
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Tue Apr 21, 2026 7:46 am
ToastK says... · Tue Apr 21, 2026 7:46 am
The Water Cycle

When I was young, I used to ponder the meaning of life.
Why do we live,
Just to die in a fruitless world?

We are born from earth to life,
Living in the world’s dirt and strife.
We live to produce to live,
Yet we live to decay to die.

Then at the age of fifteen I saw,
On a stormy night as I wandered through the shaw.
Rain dripped and dribbled through layers of leaves,
Falling on dampened dirt and seeping through roots that weave.

I walked through the forest, seeing how water flows,
Even upwards, as steam that glows.
I continued through, making it to a pond,
Illuminated by fireflies floating around without bond.

We feed on water, and the water feeds on us.
While this pond is here, tomorrow it’ll be different from today.
The water in it will be different,
The fireflies living in it will be different.

And that’s when I realized why we live.

We take from the earth but also give back to the earth.
We live as water but in a different form.
And one day, back to it we’ll return with much reform.
We are also part of the water cycle,
And we live to be the same but still unique from the past.
Our lives aren’t bound to a shape; we are plastic and fluid,
And yet we disintegrate into vapors of liquid.
Our existence may seem definitive, but upon a closer look,
There isn’t any start or end to the pages of this open book.
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Wed Apr 22, 2026 6:20 am
ToastK says... · Wed Apr 22, 2026 6:20 am
Myths wandering a wondering night

Another day in the office into deep deep nights,
but I can tell I’m not alone from these dim dim lights
that illuminate buildings throughout this city wide.

Finally done with paperwork, I go home with a weak weak smile
to pretend I’m fine living this bleak bleak life.

On my way home, I spot an old Shinto shrine
sitting dusty and rusty in a nook between restaurant signs.

I wander around for a minute then grab a coin of mine
and toss it into the well, clapping my hands in prayer twice.

I don’t believe in myths but sometimes I wonder if right
that these deities exist but hide from our sight.

I go back home realizing that the sky’s nearing midnight,
knowing that I should get up early tomorrow, fighting a life of blight.

In my dreams appear myths that reassure me everything is fine.

Now I’m wandering in my dreams, wondering if tomorrow will be alright.
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Thu Apr 23, 2026 1:09 am
alliyah says... · Thu Apr 23, 2026 1:09 am
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But, I’m taking a rest.
I may hate life.
It may be a train wreck.
But it’s still worth trying when things get tough.
It’s just that some days are harder to continue than others.
Even if, there is still worth in trying.


<333 powerful image and poem.
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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Thu Apr 23, 2026 4:17 am
ToastK says... · Thu Apr 23, 2026 4:17 am
Changing Night.

What’s the point?
There’s no reason to change.
I may be different, but the world is still the same.

I cleaned but the world is still dirty.
I’m kind but the world is still mean.
I change, but the sky stays the same.
What worth is there in change,
If my old self still remains?

Maybe it’s that change isn’t drastic.
There’s in fact nothing fantastic: about change.
It’s boring and unnoticeable in fact.
But we’re all experiencing it in acts.
Small acts that creep in,
And make us different from within.

Change isn’t always linear.
Sometimes it’s foggy and unclear.
But one thing for sure I hear,
Is that change is always near.

Look at the night sky for instance.
The stars look still and unmoving at a distance,
But they change bit by bit in between the night’s fragrance.
And while small and scattered in appearance,
They shine and fill our nights with luminescence.
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Fri Apr 24, 2026 5:57 pm
ToastK says... · Fri Apr 24, 2026 5:57 pm
애정과 폭죽|Aejeong Gwa Pokjuk (Affection & Fireworks)

우리 사이엔 어색색깔이
칠해져 있지만 그 사이엔
우정이란 꽃이 활짝 펴서
언젠간 이어질 것을 믿어

오늘도 밖을 보면 똑같은 날이 찾아와
지루한 내 모습 모두 다 알아챘나봐
수업시간 딴짓해 그러다 쌤께 잡혀가
교무실에서 창 밖을 바라보면

너의 뒷모습이 여전해
마주친 눈빛이 아련해
내 이 마음 하난 전할래
오늘 밤

우리 사이엔 어색색깔이
칠해져 있지만 그 사이엔
우정이란 꽃이 활짝 펴서
언젠간 이어질 것을 믿어

알려뷰의 이유
몰라도 말하죠
그러한 나의 감정이 담겨있으니깐
해질쯤 저녁도
날날 똑같아도
매일 다른이 느낌은 사랑 때문이 아닐까

너의 뒷모습이 여전해
마주친 눈빛이 아련해
내 이 마음 하난 전할래
오늘 밤

우리 사이엔 어색색깔이
칠해져 있지만 그 사이엔
우정이란 꽃이 활짝 펴서
언젠간 이어질 것을 믿어

우리 사이에 터진 폭죽이
빛나며 울리는 그 소리가
나의 사랑 고백 그 소리를
가려도 괜찮아 다시 말해

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In the midst of us is the color of awkward
That paints this space but in between it
Blooms a flower with the name of friendship
And I believe it will connect us one day

Another day comes the same when I look outside
Apparently everyone found out that I'm out of my mind bored
Not paying attention in class, the teacher calls me out
And in the teacher's office when I look out the window

Your back looks the same,
Our eyes meet bittersweet
I want to send this one feeling I have
Tonight

In the midst of us is the color of awkward
That paints this space but in between it
Blooms a flower with the name of friendship
And I believe it will connect us one day

The reason for "I love you"
Even without knowing I blurt it out
Since it contains these emotions in my heart
Even during the sunset of dusk
Even when each day's the same
Isn't love why it all feels different

Your back looks the same,
Our eyes meet bittersweet
I want to send this one feeling I have
Tonight

In the midst of us is the color of awkward
That paints this space but in between it
Blooms a flower with the name of friendship
And I believe it will connect us one day

In the midst of us blooms a firework
That shines and fills the sky with sound
And that sound, when I confess my love,
Masks it but that's fine, I'll say it again

The world needs more sparkles
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