(from "a Cave")

(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,

(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 "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 "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 red rooms")

in front of my house,

there is a street lined with red rooms

out there are the prurient

with lewd hearts

devils are ceaselessly thrashing within them,

mistaking sordid selfishness for wisdom.

(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 "Hypocrite") With the scent of earth, a hint of spring rises again, with some anxiety, my mind begins to be chased, with warm expectation, intolerant Christians begin again prancing around the streets, ringing the bell for the season of the party, with their selfish, indifferent ignorance, which disguised as something grievously ordinary.

(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 '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 "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.