(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 "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 "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 "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 "Inside of the Lush Forest") you were just lying in there as a body you were just lying in there with silent breaths you were just lying in there with silent breaths, trembling with fear from a sign of someone you were just lying in there with silent breaths, being disgusted with the world and melting into the earth you were just lying in there with silent breaths, taking a peaceful nap you just arbitrarily lied down in there and rolled around, crushing all kinds of wild flowers you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by bees, a grasshopper and a mantis and cried like a kid you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were bitten by a snake and dying in vain you just arbitrarily lied down in there and were sleeping peacefully until the middle of the night.
(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 "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 "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 '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 "One Afternoon") lying on the bed where pieces of my lips are scattered, thinking of the short stories of Sait Faik, savoring songs of an inexplicable-named band, wondering if her desperate look in the movie was real,