(from "a Candlelight") There's A Candlelight In My Heart That Always Precariously Flickers With Their

(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 "my secret place")

in my most secret place

there's an ugly secret hidden so my eyes

had always glistened, but now the whole earth

collapsed, the atmosphere frozen,

bodies that unsightly entangled rolling

over the frozen wasteland, and my eyes

no more glisten and my ugly secret

is no longer a secret and my most

secret place lost its meaning.

(from "A Sandwich") Can you get me a sandwich? A healthy sandwich which is full of ham and cheese and vegetables. A healthy, tasteful and rich sandwich A cup of coffee of proper strength A sweet macadamia nut cookie If I have such a big meal with those, I feel like I could live like a human being. I would work hard on my writing, Have sound thoughts, Learn to live together with others, And equip the clear intuition which doesn't need to be confused. I won't covertly evade the definite truth and run away from it.

(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 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 "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 "An Intruder")

but it is the process that leads the direction of the result

the choice of words cannot tell everything and the delusion

that you're holding something in your hands makes you most vulgar.

(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant

(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 "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.