Tag: hope

Sunflower

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How is it that you are so illuminating. How can you be so lively without closing those eyes even once.

Whether under the morning sunshine, or under the yellow LED light, your face that brightly smiles as if you have not known even a trace of darkness

I adore it so much.

Even just watching your face makes my heart beat like a ray of sunlight that pierces through a gap of window opening and shines the dark basement room.

Come, my dear.

너는 어찌 그리 밝은 것인가. 눈 한번 깜빡하지 않고 너는 어찌 그리 생생한 것인가.

따스한 아침 햇살에도, 노란 조명 아래에도, 마치 한번도 조그마한 어둠 한점 본적도 없다는듯, 환하게 웃는 네 모습

정말 좋다.

보는것만으로도 마치 창문을 열어 그 틈을 비집고 들어와 어두운 골방 안을 환하게 밝히는 햇살처럼 두근거린다.

오라, 그대여.

5.31.2020

Run

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If you don’t know where to go, just run. Keep running, you’ll be out of breath, you’ll be out of sweat, you’ll be out of sugar in your arteries. Still, just run.

If you don’t know when to stop, just don’t stop. Carry your body on and on and see where it takes you. When you’ve been through and through, what could be the worst thing that could happen?

If you don’t know who to ask, just ask yourself. Kneel. Pray. Work. Eat. Sing. Sleep. When you’ve done all those things, who knows what might happen?

5.28.2020

Scent

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You know,

just like how the crimson sunlight caramelized a forest of tall dull-white buildings,

just like holding that book open in an empty library watching those buildings among dusts suspended in the air,

just like that aroma of coffee dancing in the atmosphere to the cadence of that jazz,

just the scent of that flashing smile shook my heart too fast to realize

that it’s been always buried deep within for too long of a time.

You know.

5.26.2020

Wailing

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Waking up once again, as my eyes are blinded by the screaming sunlight,

I dare ask: why? why such pain?

I’d rather say, ‘When a lightening bolt strikes on a sunny day,

Would you dare claim, “ignorance is a bliss?”’

Yet the darkness comes back, embracing the burn wounds, and whispering calm zephyrs

Saying, “grit your teeth, churn your soul, strike the roaring iron with a full-gripped hammer,

“Tomorrow’s a new day, a chance to grapple with your fate. Build your world, breath your dreams”

The darkness and light dances it’s ephemeral flight.

5.25.2020

Grip

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It’s the gut wrenching feeling that gloomingly sits inside the top part of the heart that croaks:

“But I’ve what it takes. No one understands yet. You wait and see”

It’s a miasma that pulls your thigh, your lower back, your neck, into a tiny rectangular box:

“This is my magical being. It shall do all the things that no one will know about”

It’s the jaw muscles clenched together, wouldn’t let go of the teeth in between its bones:

“I won’t end like this. I will get somewhere. Surely there’s a better place”

Ah, but may I ask: what’s the point of it all? What’s the point of the glory and the warm and the victory?

For there shall be a downfall that lurks behind your back, a bubbly days after the dark night.

But keep on at it. Keep on.

5.3.2020

Whiplash

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A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.

Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.

10.12.2019

Happinesss

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Grenade balloons won’t do it

Serenade by millions of clowns won’t do it

Cascades of golden milk won’t do it

Perhaps the dance of last summer is what counts.

But poems soak and bleed their ink

Heated strokes of heart cool down

Flesh so tender will wither

Well then.

I hope my probated story will last,

And that my eyes now are clear

10.1.2019