井川奎(Ikawa kei)
@ikawakei.bsky.social
Paid Web Novel Writer🇯🇵
Writing free verse and haiku
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。
substack
https://ikawakei.substack.com
Writing free verse and haiku
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。
substack
https://ikawakei.substack.com
Pinned
井川奎(Ikawa kei)
@ikawakei.bsky.social
· Jul 21
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。 by デジタルマーガレット。「私が君の見合い相手だ」――義理の家族となった西条家で、疫病神と虐げられる月子。病の母のために辛い日々を耐えていた。そんなある時、月子に縁談が舞い込んでくる。それは男爵の弟で、身分は確かだけど『訳あり』と噂される相手で…！？ 突然のお見合いから始まる大正ロマンストーリー、開幕！
rimacomiplus.jp
The manga adaptation of my story is now available.
Japanese only. But feel free to take a peek!
只今、＃デジマ 様にてコミカライズ公開中です。
作画は #一春 先生。
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。 rimacomiplus.jp/digitalmarga...
Japanese only. But feel free to take a peek!
只今、＃デジマ 様にてコミカライズ公開中です。
作画は #一春 先生。
大正イノセントストーリー 麗しの君に。 rimacomiplus.jp/digitalmarga...
December 5, 2025 at 12:21 AM
December 5, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Let them rush.
I stay still—
quiet, certain.
What’s meant for me
won’t need a chase.
It will arrive
without noise.
#poetry #freeverse
I stay still—
quiet, certain.
What’s meant for me
won’t need a chase.
It will arrive
without noise.
#poetry #freeverse
December 4, 2025 at 11:56 PM
Let them rush.
I stay still—
quiet, certain.
What’s meant for me
won’t need a chase.
It will arrive
without noise.
#poetry #freeverse
I stay still—
quiet, certain.
What’s meant for me
won’t need a chase.
It will arrive
without noise.
#poetry #freeverse
A yellow poinsettia—
soft, unusual,
unwilling to beg for beauty.
Its quiet light
whispers to something inside me,
something fragile,
still waiting to be chosen.
So I place a wish there—
not spoken,
not fully known,
yet trembling
with the hope
of becoming real.
#poetry #freeverse
soft, unusual,
unwilling to beg for beauty.
Its quiet light
whispers to something inside me,
something fragile,
still waiting to be chosen.
So I place a wish there—
not spoken,
not fully known,
yet trembling
with the hope
of becoming real.
#poetry #freeverse
December 2, 2025 at 11:47 PM
A yellow poinsettia—
soft, unusual,
unwilling to beg for beauty.
Its quiet light
whispers to something inside me,
something fragile,
still waiting to be chosen.
So I place a wish there—
not spoken,
not fully known,
yet trembling
with the hope
of becoming real.
#poetry #freeverse
soft, unusual,
unwilling to beg for beauty.
Its quiet light
whispers to something inside me,
something fragile,
still waiting to be chosen.
So I place a wish there—
not spoken,
not fully known,
yet trembling
with the hope
of becoming real.
#poetry #freeverse
December 2, 2025 at 12:57 PM
December comes—
quiet as frost.
The air stills,
the nights deepen,
and even time listens.
Endings tremble
beside beginnings.
So soften your breath,
and step gently
into the quiet
of what comes next.
#poetry #freeverse
quiet as frost.
The air stills,
the nights deepen,
and even time listens.
Endings tremble
beside beginnings.
So soften your breath,
and step gently
into the quiet
of what comes next.
#poetry #freeverse
December 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM
December comes—
quiet as frost.
The air stills,
the nights deepen,
and even time listens.
Endings tremble
beside beginnings.
So soften your breath,
and step gently
into the quiet
of what comes next.
#poetry #freeverse
quiet as frost.
The air stills,
the nights deepen,
and even time listens.
Endings tremble
beside beginnings.
So soften your breath,
and step gently
into the quiet
of what comes next.
#poetry #freeverse
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
Crimson light pours in,
reaching the deepest places
I never dared to touch.
No words can hide,
no mask can stay intact—
the light sees everything.
Yet still,
it never wounds.
It lingers—
tender, intoxicating,
and strangely kind.
#poetry #freeverse
reaching the deepest places
I never dared to touch.
No words can hide,
no mask can stay intact—
the light sees everything.
Yet still,
it never wounds.
It lingers—
tender, intoxicating,
and strangely kind.
#poetry #freeverse
November 29, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Crimson light pours in,
reaching the deepest places
I never dared to touch.
No words can hide,
no mask can stay intact—
the light sees everything.
Yet still,
it never wounds.
It lingers—
tender, intoxicating,
and strangely kind.
#poetry #freeverse
reaching the deepest places
I never dared to touch.
No words can hide,
no mask can stay intact—
the light sees everything.
Yet still,
it never wounds.
It lingers—
tender, intoxicating,
and strangely kind.
#poetry #freeverse
Afro-haired man hurries by,
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
November 28, 2025 at 7:58 AM
Afro-haired man hurries by,
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
tram driver shouts,
a traveler walks the wrong way—
chaos, laughter,
and a quiet toast
to birthday miracles.
#poetry #freeverse
Happy birthday to me today! 🎉✨
Between Autumn and Winter
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
November 24, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Between Autumn and Winter
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
You linger, caught between right and left,
Dancing along the edge of uncertainty.
No path can truly be chosen—
Only the season, with its quiet knowing,
Holds the truth that slips through your fingers.
#poetry #freeverse
November 22, 2025 at 8:53 AM
The wind blows through,
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
November 22, 2025 at 3:06 AM
The wind blows through,
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
Piercing my consciousness.
The flowing wind
Gently carries my sensibility.
A single ray of light
Breaks through the darkness,
Hope arriving with the wind.
#poetry #freeverse
November 19, 2025 at 2:08 AM
This restless flutter within my chest,
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
November 19, 2025 at 1:37 AM
This restless flutter within my chest,
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
I know not how to still it.
My heart drifts—toward you,
Toward myself—
Both paths feel right, both paths feel wrong.
Yet in this trembling, I linger,
Suspended between longing and being.
#poetry #freeverse
Leaning out from the apartment window,
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
November 18, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Leaning out from the apartment window,
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
I search for your shadow.
No—perhaps it’s the shadow of the two of us I seek.
Drowning in a dizzying illusion,
Outside the window, the cold air brushes my cheeks.
#poetry #freeverse
A stir within.
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
November 17, 2025 at 3:51 AM
A stir within.
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
In the hollow of my chest,
something flutters—
a sudden, delicate beat like hidden wings.
It is a feeling without a name:
a tremor of longing,
of expectation,
or perhaps the faint shimmer
of light breaking through the dark.
#poetry #freeverse
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
Reposted by 井川奎(Ikawa kei)
A cat murmurs,
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
November 16, 2025 at 6:17 AM
A cat murmurs,
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
a tiny hum vibrating through its throat.
Beyond the glass,
the cries of unseen creatures weave
like ghostly threads through the morning air—
enchanting,
yet darkly laced with secret sin,
drawing the heart into their spell.
#poetry #freeverse
Cold now lifted—
your quiet care lingers still,
heart feels a soft smile.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
#lovehaiku
your quiet care lingers still,
heart feels a soft smile.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
#lovehaiku
November 15, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Cold now lifted—
your quiet care lingers still,
heart feels a soft smile.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
#lovehaiku
your quiet care lingers still,
heart feels a soft smile.
#haikuchallenge
#haiku
#lovehaiku
November 14, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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