#nottoys

[maetersart]

Buttony 🧶

One, two, three, four, five — She puts the buttons in her mouth to feel alive, And to fill the hollow silence deep within The orphan soul who weeps, shut in.

Colored threads on the tongue, and heart sewn in seams, The warmth of a family lives only in child's dreams. "If no one will love me, I’ll still make it true: Build a new home from the shards, and swallow them too."

[gundamflexing]

Don’t you dare...call them toys

😂😂😂😂😂😂

[maetersart]

Bobby🎣

Born set apart, with no light in his eyes, Bobby drifted through waves under pale, distant skies. Behind him the weight of a disappointed heart — His parents sighed: “He’s a burden, a sorrowful start.”

He listened to shorelines, learned lessons from sea, Tried lifting the nets, catching fish with hands free; But all hopes slowly faded, dissolving in foam, When the deep drew him in with its love like a home.

[maetersart]

Pushy 🧸

Plushy sat high on the top of the shelf, In a dress Venus would choose for herself. A teddy bear near her, a small silver spoon — Yet “dearest daughter” she’d never be soon.

Her skin like rose petals in merciless frost, Just touch it — and cherry rivers would start. And the breath of our little butterfly quietly lost, Froze from mother's cold and tears in her heart.

[maetersart]

Fruity 🍎

Fruity eats apples alone — little suns in her hand, Through her slender fingers soft rays gently stand. In the glass of the window, her hollow cheeks show A ghost of a child who is fading, silent and slow.

Her home cracks with grudges, with sharp, angry cries, So she won’t be a burden in parents’ empty eyes: She feeds on sweet dreams to keep hunger at bay, And tries to turn weightless — to vanish, to melt into air.

[maetersart]

kid's drawings

[maetersart]

Scratch 🔪

A modest house stood at the forest’s edge, Where lived a silent hunter, stern in pledge, And a boy named Scratch — his father’s own shade, Who carved wooden friends that his small hands made.

Too scared to step up close, to ask in words, When coldness cuts deeper than swords; He shaves the wood, then draws lines on his skin, Perhaps this is how I’ll hear “I love you” from him.

[maetersart]

"Little heart, little bed, Fever dreams inside the head. One by one, they walked away — No one asked the child to stay."

Announcement for one of our upcoming merch collections (and a small art project of its own) — NOTToys