not a talker
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(from "the red rooms")
in front of my house,
there is a street lined with red rooms
out there are the prurient
with lewd hearts
devils are ceaselessly thrashing within them,
mistaking sordid selfishness for wisdom.
(from "fragments of ennui")
grains of white dust, stickily settled on the void
floundering flies, trapped in the air
red bones and damp wet soil
the black nail, cursing its own death
yellow lumps of fat, morbidly
poured into the drain
the caprice of flies and the malice of spiders
the only things that smile at us
in the void on the blade
the power of anxiety, a deadly greed that melts
the brain, among them, what blue anxiety
likes the most, air and resistance
admiration and contempt, something like love and hate,
something like the foolish youthful heart
toward a beast living only on instinct
ideas and trivial jokes
reality, illusions, delusions, ideals
compassion, denial, turning away, darkness
regret, death, loss, past, faith, distrust, doubt
an empty black mouth like the whitened
cloudy eyes of a turtle
Fire, sea, fall.
the sea, always the abject of fear
not even a handful of void
did the sea allow
(from "the most stale and old value")
what people are passionate about
is the most stale and old value
now the absolute truth left for them
is only what they hate the most
a swarm of infested maggots
over the rotting bodies
over their unpleasantly cold bodies
because
their deaths would be most immoral
(from "a cave")
a cave
with lively bats
those covetous eyes
fat sly claws
greenish bellies
full of sour old pride
vice
or stupidity
the only knife
that can be embedded in their hearts
(from "it was an act of death")
I was in the house
I stayed there
embracing death wasn't only beautiful
'cause it was so hot and my
whole body was shaking
everything suddenly became strange
something was rotting in the stomach
into the mouth
something kept flowing
it was an act of death
death, covered with foolish vice
that was firmly clutching a miserable-shaped apple
I was death
life no longer existed
(from "The Age of Peace")
As they pulled out her elbow,
indulgence flared up with heat
As the roar died down,
fear seeped into the void
Above it stretched humility with shallow roots
As they broke his knee,
arrogance was sucked
deep into the ground with pus
As the fury subsided,
shame crept into the void
Below it grew a leech as tenacious as tar,
gripping the earth with
a heavy and heavy
and obsessive hold
The suspicious limp swaying of the arms,
the pathetic dawdling of the legs,
no longer carried the plague
The world still looked strange,
but at last it was at peace.
(from "When Spring Came, the Teacup Broke")
When spring came,
the teacup broke
Tears welled up
in the wind
The wind blew
and silence fell
And the world is always
a bright day
without
shadows
Blind faith
blights us
so the face disapproved
of my death
In my last moments,
the back gradually became distant
The face
wasn't seen
The other
face was also
When spring came,
the teacup broke
Silence, wind, solitude,
nothing allowed.
(from "My Longest Fear")
There were petals on the road
There were fallen leaves also
Stepping on them
I kept walking
Sometimes in the rain
Sometimes in the snow
I kept walking
One day
I turned around
There was nothing
I might keep walking
Again, turned my head around
And everything was a muddy mess
My longest fear is
The brightest light for me
The deepest darkness in me
So I walked again
But couldn't move on
(from "my secret place")
in my most secret place
there's an ugly secret hidden so my eyes
had always glistened, but now the whole earth
collapsed, the atmosphere frozen,
bodies that unsightly entangled rolling
over the frozen wasteland, and my eyes
no more glisten and my ugly secret
is no longer a secret and my most
secret place lost its meaning.
(from "the breathing")
shadows waving in layers
beneath the blue lights
were blackened
and the silence
with a deafening symphony
was frozen
only the breathing
breaks the ice of silence
like a cry of a bird
glimmering deeply and unstably
in this huge world
I am left alone
I am left alone.
the cold silence
the desolate darkness
the breathing piercing the air
in that suffocating swell
I am left alone
I am left alone.
sinking is
not a bad thing
(from "The Attack of the Spiders")
feathery, so painful time
and the neglected death, they mixed
their bodies up with full of excite-
ment and plug the cavity
now what we have left
are the spider traps shining beautif-
ully and the ever-festering toes;
and then the empty scales trapped in the repeat signs
(from "normal people")
who don't know how to close eyes
and to play dumb in front of injustice,
who don't talk about greed, but justice,
who disclose the unreasonable matters
that have no bearing on their own comfort,
who are not useful to themselves, above all,
who recoginize the slightest hint of their stupidity,
they never forgive those at all.
(from "Social Animals")
What's the most depressing is
To hear hopeful words
From their feigned concern;
If they don't see with their own eyes
They never believe or even
Imagine something in you
And if you hurry to dance
To their tune to shut their mouths
They eventually fail to contain
Their sincerity, just burst into a laugh.
(from "the flaming stillness")
time flows like water
mother died one day
nights go deeper and deeper
when night comes, every past
and future death comes
along with darkness
and silence
no longer human 'cause
couldn't save the cat while
drifting under the scorching sun
though a boat trapped in hell of stillness
isn't allowed to have a heart,
being soaked in the sea of oblivion
caused committing an indelible sin
tears of the unqualified
are just like
sounds
everything
is just
like cavity
and regret
(from 'a wilderness')
in the middle of the world's darkest and most solitary wilderness,
I am just standing still alone.
I cannot sink down.
I have to keep looking
for the light, which is invisible.
as the frigid wind blows,
I tore all the clothes
I was wearing to shreds.
I couldn't get over it without shivering
and feeling the cold more
and more severely.
(from "An Intruder")
but it is the process that leads the direction of the result
the choice of words cannot tell everything and the delusion
that you're holding something in your hands makes you most vulgar.
(from "An Artist")
An artist is not who's beautiful.
An artist is who makes a mess.
I have a poor mind and always struggled with grasping causality.
Instead of writing, made a mess.
Instead of an artist, became a pathetic fool.
(from "The Last Poetry")
The scene was literally being exploded with rage
and the darkness was so murky as to make an ominous color.
Eventually, she pushed the opponent away
and as the door closed, she laid back in bed
and took an unsightly posture.
She seemed to be trying to sleep.
The artificial rays disappeared along with the opponent,
but the murky colored darkness remained in the place.
(from "One Late Spring Afternoon")
A smell of grilled fish
A scent of approaching summer mixed with dirt
A tiny fly hanging on the inside of a screen door
An empty screen door, a little later when I look back at
Silly lyrics of a popular song
A flow of lethargy instead of vitality
One late spring afternoon that makes everything feel meaningful
(from "Into the Darkness")
Two cups of different sizes
are filled with different drinks,
the more you want to hide your heart,
the more ferociously it jumps out.
With no color, no odor, no taste, it makes
the most fatal poison. And it doesn't disappear.
It just plays in the most discreet way.
It never disappears but becomes even more evil.
(from "Ignorance of a Butterfly")
And ignorance has the mouth that never gets tired nor rests.
Only ignorance is busy with its mouth.
Ah,
my ignorance do pick on me, do ridicule me.
(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant
(from "The Faithful Heart") Couldn't get closer to anything with staying still, so I got scared when I saw a bad poetry. At the heads of fools, gonna gather bones of peaches and throw'em, and then giggle and laugh for you sons of bitches.
(from "a candlelight") there's a candlelight in my heart that always precariously flickers with their own eyes with their own blue lines it's a meaningless world for truth say their own eyes, say their own blue lines, but my candlelight would never flicker like this ravingly if they're right
(from "Hypocrite") With the scent of earth, a hint of spring rises again, with some anxiety, my mind begins to be chased, with warm expectation, intolerant Christians begin again prancing around the streets, ringing the bell for the season of the party, with their selfish, indifferent ignorance, which disguised as something grievously ordinary.
(from "Blue Blood") I loathe people who raise their voice only when they're in the crowds. They have the red blood, which simmers only in the dark. And you have to face them almost every night, unless you have the sufficient territory. In front of your tiny tight place, they resonate with the vulgarity and cruelty of life, always spitting their red blood. It's like a real hell, honestly.
(from "A Sandwich") Can you get me a sandwich? A healthy sandwich which is full of ham and cheese and vegetables. A healthy, tasteful and rich sandwich A cup of coffee of proper strength A sweet macadamia nut cookie If I have such a big meal with those, I feel like I could live like a human being. I would work hard on my writing, Have sound thoughts, Learn to live together with others, And equip the clear intuition which doesn't need to be confused. I won't covertly evade the definite truth and run away from it.
(from "Moths") rainy late night, a bright glass door of the mall, the place of ghostly large, achromatic colored moths they always whisper under their breaths you beware of those who crush the eyes that are awake at night