井川奎(Ikawa kei)
@ikawakei.bsky.social
ネオページ契約作家。
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
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
Even under heavy clouds, a quiet moment for yourself is never lost.
October 10, 2025 at 3:25 AM
Even under heavy clouds, a quiet moment for yourself is never lost.
Falling,
into the stillness below.
Lured by sweet whispers,
chilled by distant smiles.
I do not know
what it is I am falling into.
Only this I know—
my eyes see the truth.
#poetry #freeverse
into the stillness below.
Lured by sweet whispers,
chilled by distant smiles.
I do not know
what it is I am falling into.
Only this I know—
my eyes see the truth.
#poetry #freeverse
October 6, 2025 at 10:45 AM
Falling,
into the stillness below.
Lured by sweet whispers,
chilled by distant smiles.
I do not know
what it is I am falling into.
Only this I know—
my eyes see the truth.
#poetry #freeverse
into the stillness below.
Lured by sweet whispers,
chilled by distant smiles.
I do not know
what it is I am falling into.
Only this I know—
my eyes see the truth.
#poetry #freeverse
The fortune-teller speaks,
tarot cards laid, dice roll to reveal fate.
She grants small hopes and dreams,
showing, with a gentle smile,
the path to tread by feeling alone.
A story like misty dreams,
yet one cannot help but cling to its sweet whisper.
#poetry #freeverse
tarot cards laid, dice roll to reveal fate.
She grants small hopes and dreams,
showing, with a gentle smile,
the path to tread by feeling alone.
A story like misty dreams,
yet one cannot help but cling to its sweet whisper.
#poetry #freeverse
October 6, 2025 at 10:31 AM
The fortune-teller speaks,
tarot cards laid, dice roll to reveal fate.
She grants small hopes and dreams,
showing, with a gentle smile,
the path to tread by feeling alone.
A story like misty dreams,
yet one cannot help but cling to its sweet whisper.
#poetry #freeverse
tarot cards laid, dice roll to reveal fate.
She grants small hopes and dreams,
showing, with a gentle smile,
the path to tread by feeling alone.
A story like misty dreams,
yet one cannot help but cling to its sweet whisper.
#poetry #freeverse
My body feels as heavy as lead,
my heart sinking to the depths.
Is it the season, or merely whimsy?
Now, it no longer matters.
With a wish to soar into the vast sky,
I lift my face,
and step forward, straight and steady.
#poetry #freeverse
my heart sinking to the depths.
Is it the season, or merely whimsy?
Now, it no longer matters.
With a wish to soar into the vast sky,
I lift my face,
and step forward, straight and steady.
#poetry #freeverse
October 2, 2025 at 1:37 AM
My body feels as heavy as lead,
my heart sinking to the depths.
Is it the season, or merely whimsy?
Now, it no longer matters.
With a wish to soar into the vast sky,
I lift my face,
and step forward, straight and steady.
#poetry #freeverse
my heart sinking to the depths.
Is it the season, or merely whimsy?
Now, it no longer matters.
With a wish to soar into the vast sky,
I lift my face,
and step forward, straight and steady.
#poetry #freeverse
The out-of-season hat holds the color of the sky.
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
September 28, 2025 at 10:24 AM
The out-of-season hat holds the color of the sky.
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
From behind, it feels as though she walks among the clouds.
The wide brim stirs the heart,
each light step carrying her forward,
toward the quiet rhythm of dreams.
#poetry #prosepoem
At the end of waiting,
I linger alone, eyes on the distant horizon.
Do I wait, or do I not?
I cannot tell.
Yet in this stillness, a quiet settles over me—
perhaps… it is because of you.
#poetry #freeverse
I linger alone, eyes on the distant horizon.
Do I wait, or do I not?
I cannot tell.
Yet in this stillness, a quiet settles over me—
perhaps… it is because of you.
#poetry #freeverse
September 28, 2025 at 10:16 AM
At the end of waiting,
I linger alone, eyes on the distant horizon.
Do I wait, or do I not?
I cannot tell.
Yet in this stillness, a quiet settles over me—
perhaps… it is because of you.
#poetry #freeverse
I linger alone, eyes on the distant horizon.
Do I wait, or do I not?
I cannot tell.
Yet in this stillness, a quiet settles over me—
perhaps… it is because of you.
#poetry #freeverse
The nostalgic sunlight dazzles, and I narrow my eyes.
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem
September 25, 2025 at 1:22 AM
The nostalgic sunlight dazzles, and I narrow my eyes.
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem
Yet my gaze stretches toward the distant horizon.
Nothing remarkable stirs in this quiet hour.
Still, I cling to a fragile hope,
and hold this day close to my heart.
#poetry #prosepoem