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You see it, too, don’t you?
That the world is a maze of mirrors broken,
That it was only a matter of time…
He barely heard the sirens and the screams.
The City was crying out in pain, but the body in his arms was at peace,
And that was all that mattered.
His left hand brushed back the body’s disheveled hair and became sticky with blood.
It was a strange time for déjà vu.
Most of his days were spent like this nowMost of his days were spent like this now.
His eyes opened to see shadows and light shifting side to side on the ceiling
as a cool breeze slid inside between the blinds, and judging by the colors,
it was midday.
They usually kept to themselves during the day,
so there was no point in looking around the room
for the odd little faces that would gaze out at him.
They were harmless enough. Voyeurs, almost, but of the polite kind
who would go away when asked and
peek back inside when some time had passed.
It had been about a week since They appeared, and
it had been a week since he started to drift through the hours of the day
in bed, staring at the shadows on his ceiling and wondering
if anyone else noticed that the noises outside felt different,
if anyone else saw Them or heard Them breathing.
The trees sighed.
He fell asleep.
The rhythm of my brain as itThe rhythm of my brain
as it reaches out desperately
with dendritic fingers for
I remember weekly trips to the countryside
where my grandmother works until her hip and joints release
creaks and sighs picking chili peppers and apples
and how my dad would tap my shoulder and give me a
can of grape juice with the pulp still inside…
Have you ever pressed your forehead to the window of a train
and taken in the sound of the wheels against the tracks?
It sounds just like my heartbeat.
It sounds like it so much it makes me want to cry.
Lonely PeopleSo many lonely people, Mama
So many people crying
as they lose pieces of themselves
to the universe like grains of
sand washed away by the tide
by the pull of the moon to the
other side of the Hourglass of Life
and wishing, wishing, Mama
that someone else's pieces will
fall and nestle into the open spaces
And Mama, what am I to do?
Did you give birth to us in pieces
or did you give birth to us whole?
...She heard him say it many times.
Over and over he said it.
That word that tastes like blood on her tongue
sounds like slammed doors and beaten flesh
smells like the smoke of a whole pack of cigarettes
looks like broken soju bottles and a bruised neck
and feels like a heart torn to a million little pieces.
She heard them say it many times.
They say it so easily
wear it on their brows like a brand.
And she realizes that nothing has changed.
....I’ve lost count of the lifetimes we’ve lived
together like binary stars it seems
we could never quite leave the other behind
even if it meant that time and time again
I kill you or you kill me with
Love (always with Love)
and when the nights are cold and
I feel your body next to mine
I wonder if this life would be any different
if Fate were so cruel that our lives
together only ever end in blood spilt tender
if we could spend a lifetime apart
just so we wouldn’t have to…
But the thoughts drift away like bottles thrown into the tide
and I fall asleep to the soft breaking of my heart
wish I had a culture I
Korean, but I’ve
only lived there for six
years of my life—all
when I was too
young to know
relationship with my
heritage is like flipping through a
dusty old album with yellowing
photos of smiling
people, and I’m
in none of
The ocean between
us is as figurative as it
Our connection is as
awkward as when Dad hands
me the phone saying,
But we both know that all
I ever say on
my end is,
The Sun In Her EyesIf you grind me up,
crush me into a seed,
bury me in the earth,
would I grow into a tree?
The air is too thick here.
Pressure grows inside my head
but my blood isn't hot enough, and
only a few small bubbles rise
to the surface of my corneas, and...
I want to climb mountains,
to the top where the air is thinner
and the song of stars are louder
to let my blood come to a boil, but...
What do you do, Love,
when heaven comes falling down
and my eyes, pregnant from
watching the stars with longing,
cry out to give birth to the Sun?
if this daughter fails
to break out of the shell
you kept warm, would you...
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
LandminesI've lived a life of
disarming landmines hidden
and that is what I see in you.
To dance around you
to smile and say hello
but to never...
You look welcoming,
your smiles like sunlight
sifting through the canopy leaves, but
we all know the myriad people who've ran in
to arms not unlike yours
and lost every single limb, so I...
I was not assigned to you.
Your soil is not one I've been commanded to search.
Your secret not one I've been told to expose.
Your threat not one I've been sent to dismantle.
You smile, and
I smile, too
while on each other's outskirts
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