(from "The Faithful Heart") Couldn't Get Closer To Anything With Staying Still, So I Got Scared When

(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 "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 "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 "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 "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 "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 "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 "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 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