(from "Social Animals")

(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 "Velleity")

Maybe you're right,

I would have to liberate myself from them.

A mere velleity, a little hope, that suffice for me,

but among you, with you, I also might have to make something of my life.

(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 "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 "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 "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 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 Color Theory") I'd rather open my eyes, look at the light and bring the paper back which I threw it far away savor the childish splendor I couldn't understand why they were getting so upset

(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 "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