(from "Hypocrite") With The Scent Of Earth, A Hint Of Spring Rises Again, With Some Anxiety, My Mind

(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 Beggar and the Virtue") They handed coins to the beggar.

They greeted him friendly and smiled.

As the beggar smiled together,

they turned away, went elsewhere.

They visited the virtue who was sick.

They gave the virtue words of consolation.

They were truly heartbroken, wanted to add good faith.

The virtue made a confession of his own life

and they also spoke of their own virtue.

The virtue thanked them.

The beggar didn't understand their virtue,

so he cut off his tongue, threw it at them.

The beggar felt a sense of loss, but they showed disgust.

The beggar couldn’t see the virtue’s face.

(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 "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

(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 "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 "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 "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 "A Writer and a Lighter") I wanted to set fire to his eyebrows.

But he doesn't have any.

I didn't want any other hairs on his body.

So I threw away my lighter.

Instead, decided to be a writer.

I wanted to set fire to his mind at least.

(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.