(from "it Was An Act Of Death")

(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 "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 "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 "What the Azure Smoke Tells Me") sunlight which was so bright that could draw in bloods from vampires' lips with their curses

(from "One Late Spring Afternoon")

A smell of grilled fish

A scent of approaching summer mixed with dirt

A tiny fly hanging on the inside of a screen door

An empty screen door, a little later when I look back at

Silly lyrics of a popular song

A flow of lethargy instead of vitality

One late spring afternoon that makes everything feel meaningful

(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 "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 "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 "The Faithful Heart") Couldn't get closer to anything with staying still, so I got scared when I saw a bad poetry. At the heads of fools, gonna gather bones of peaches and throw'em, and then giggle and laugh for you sons of bitches.

(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.