MopMop
Jazz
dancedance
dance with me
in the morning
late at night
oh baby
mopmop
dontstop
deepdeep
ohno
igo
i go
sosorry
mopmop
igo
dont go
dont stop...
mopmop
hehe
poetry as sex
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Textures
Life as a texture
levels of
joy and pain
sometimes
mixed
in unfathomable
waves of
despair laced joy
what an odd texture
these feelings that well
up unbidden
from some space
wholly unremarkable
that the day
after the
day before
be so filled with
colors
sights
smells
so fully novel
and yet so familiar
this same river
always flowing
with water
that transmorphed
thru a simple filter
evaporating and returning
refreshed
different
but not so
as to be
noticeable
to anything
but textures of life
and the courage
to embrace
the
truth
levels of
joy and pain
sometimes
mixed
in unfathomable
waves of
despair laced joy
what an odd texture
these feelings that well
up unbidden
from some space
wholly unremarkable
that the day
after the
day before
be so filled with
colors
sights
smells
so fully novel
and yet so familiar
this same river
always flowing
with water
that transmorphed
thru a simple filter
evaporating and returning
refreshed
different
but not so
as to be
noticeable
to anything
but textures of life
and the courage
to embrace
the
truth
Thursday, November 21, 2013
writing poems
this is a poem
on writing poems
i can't do it
everyday
i
actually don't
have that much
to say
i
have to let
my life
fill up
with the textures of
life around me
and
kimchi
with the demons
inside my head
someday its jfk
or npr
or its
the unbearable sadness
i watch
my friends
struggle thru...
starving...
or dying
divorcing... i look
in the mirror
and say
Hosun,
who r u today
and the inside of me
receives the outside of me
in that
very special place
where it all becomes
one
on writing poems
i can't do it
everyday
i
actually don't
have that much
to say
i
have to let
my life
fill up
with the textures of
life around me
and
kimchi
with the demons
inside my head
someday its jfk
or npr
or its
the unbearable sadness
i watch
my friends
struggle thru...
starving...
or dying
divorcing... i look
in the mirror
and say
Hosun,
who r u today
and the inside of me
receives the outside of me
in that
very special place
where it all becomes
one
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Fall poem 63
fall....
orange and saffron
cinnamon and nutmeg
celery and pepper
greengoldred....
when i was
a little girl
he was shot
and everything
changed forever
when the sunlight was poised and
the clouds
parted
my world burned
and
the deadliest
of winters
set in
the guardians
of the
new world
order
took my dream
snatched out
from my arms
and left us in
this strange new
land
as food
for a
beast with
no end
that no
amount of suffering
or souls
could ever
fill its need
and now
we2 r lost
children
while the
dogs of war
eat our limbs
while we still live and
scream
out in
pain and
agony amiss
the memories
of leaves falling gently to the ground..
orange and saffron
cinnamon and nutmeg
celery and pepper
greengoldred....
when i was
a little girl
he was shot
and everything
changed forever
when the sunlight was poised and
the clouds
parted
my world burned
and
the deadliest
of winters
set in
the guardians
of the
new world
order
took my dream
snatched out
from my arms
and left us in
this strange new
land
as food
for a
beast with
no end
that no
amount of suffering
or souls
could ever
fill its need
and now
we2 r lost
children
while the
dogs of war
eat our limbs
while we still live and
scream
out in
pain and
agony amiss
the memories
of leaves falling gently to the ground..
Saturday, November 2, 2013
wisdom comes hard
Sometimes when the weight of all ur years are just too much to bear and u start having suicidal thoughts, u just need to have a sweet potato... HSK
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