June 2009
28 posts
not love.
i’m attracted to you like a bee to the flower, it’s an attraction that grows by the minute, by the hour. there’s a lilt to your voice that grabs my ear and pulls me in, it fluctuates my morals, it’s worthy of sin. i am compelled by a mere glance to stumble and fall, like some shackled djinn at your beck and call. whatever your trangressions i overlook and forgive, and the...
slipping up.
sometimes we wanna hurt other people, because we’re so numb to our own pain. even though there’s nothing to gain. i am remembered when life is dismembered by a maelstrom of worries and lies. but when it’s back in place, they don’t remember my face, what an unhealthy compromise. but i’m thankful for the hearts around me, my saving grace, even though i end up just being a name and a face. again, i...
our adventure.
an adventure is just a step away, in whatever direction suits us best. we can walk into tomorrow, however much our eyes can digest. just take a step and leave your burdens behind, drop your worries to the ground and let your mind unwind. we can run to the horizon, or just lay in the sea, climb to the top, just you and me. when you’re with me, i can be better than who i am, you are the keystone to...
let it go.
you’re a private beauty, i’m a public menace. and so what we have can never be more than this. i can stand next to you, but never be close, separated by my decision, and pushed away with what you chose. this is how it is, and how it always will, separated by a mountain, while standing on the same hill. do you regret it? neither do i. always together, though we’ve already said goodbye. i...
live on.
life is short, don’t regret how you spent it. time is not bought, it is only rented. and one day time will come to collect, maybe one day when you’re ready, or some day you least expect. but you live on, in some way, some how. not in the way that you live on now. it’s the memories you leave when you go away. it’s how big of a gap is there when you leave, how many miss you, how many grieve. so...
when we're together.
don’t ever think i don’t or never cared, how could i, after all the times we shared. admittedly, added up, it isn’t all that much. but a second of good memories, is worth an hour of bad. and no matter how hard you tried, you could never make me mad. when you were with me i tried to be better. i smiled more and worried less, i was happy more, and had less stress. i cut down bad habits and nurtured...
slow down, world.
i’m holding my breath, hoping it’ll last, but it seems as if it’s going by too fast. one moment here, the next, it’s past, all i want is for it to last. the world is changing, and i miss what it was, or maybe it’s just how i perceive that changed, as a mind does. these are times, that make for apocalyptic thoughts. helplessly, you wait, and wonder what god plots. hypocritically, the right become...
a daily reminder.
see, don’t worry so much about what the world thinks of you. they don’t know what you’ve been through, or how things stand from your point of view. there’s no reason for you to try to hide the mess, who exactly are you trying to impress? the only person that cares when you win or lose, is standing in the mirror, wearing your shoes. not to say they don’t care, that’s not what i mean,...
ravers.
if you don’t get the implications of the title, then disregard. if you do, then you know why. forgive me.
here is where the stars align and shed their glory, in all their splendor to tell the story of what we are and we were born to be, a fragment of memory in ecstasy. there is no greater place to be than where we are, in this exact place, at the center of a star. just on the edge of...
the beast called thought.
i am home to an animal caged within. hiding between the bushes made of raucous din. when the silence grows louder, it roams across the plains. leaving pawprints, like auditory stains. it’s the breath between the beats, structure in the still poise. when you hit the drum it creates a pause in the noise. it’s the beast called thought, always present in me. and only in the quiet do i let...
bruised grass.
i sit in the quiet meadow, my back against the bark, following the sun as it exits, which ushers in the dark. and so the stars come out to play, though they were there all along, it just took a spinning world, for my eyes to hear their song. they tickle my sight, like punctures in the sky, or speckles of light that was sprinkled on top a velvet dye. clouds amble from right to left, herded by the...
more than that.
i write for you, you’re my inspiration. every single word is in your dedication. you’re the reason i write, the reason i wake. my reason to give, my reason to take. in these little rhymes i can let loose how i truly feel. through these lines, my emotions i can reveal. so here i speak the truth, which means everything else is a lie, here i can admit where anywhere else i would deny....
avian wisdom.
i sat next to a bird yesterday, it was quite the awkward scene. i told him that he was lucky, and he replied, what do you mean? startled, nonetheless i continued, for one, you have your wings. the closest i can get to flying, is when i fall, or i’m on swings. plus, you have the freedom to come and go wherever is your heart’s desire. and the whole world conspires to give you whatever...
compliance and remorse.
you’re the one that comes to mind in the pause between a love song and a sad one. i didn’t know what you were to me until i became undone. this whole time i warred inside so silently, my mind and heart, so violently. selfishly, i close my eyes and wish that you’d come back to me. can you forgive me for not knowing what i wanted? can you forget the words i said and the things i...
haunting seasons.
i thought i saw her today, but it was just a memory that pushed its way out. like a break in the earth, from the strugglings of spring’s first sprout. i thought she thought of me today, i could almost imagine it in stark detail, a ruffle at my back like a sudden summer gale. i thought i heard her voice today, so i paused in my step and turned to search for her call, i was struck again with...
a gullible realization.
i don’t need you and your wily ways, sly salutations and that mental maze. this confusion i’m feeling is just a phase, i just need to shake my head clear of the haze of your unspoken promises and inoculative invitations. i waited so gullibly, with infinite patience. i must thank you for looking away, and helping me to do so. so that i can see that you’re headed over the falls, no...
all that's left.
she wiped away tears that never spilled, pushed into motion emotions that have stilled. she supported me when i couldn’t stand on my own, restitched the mistakes i’ve already sewn. she was my updraft so that i could soar, and stayed until i didn’t need her anymore. but once i didn’t need her, i wanted her there. i wanted to show her my appreciation, that i care. i wanted to be for her, what she...
be brave today.
i threw myself away, but you caught my i. i thought to myself, it can’t be. god wouldn’t let her like me. but how much could it hurt to try? so i tried to catch your eye, but you never threw it. there was no opportunity, but i still blew it. you could have been the one that liked all the same things i do. you could have been my lady in red, when skies were blue. i could have done...
be careful.
there are exceptions to everything, no doubt. but never forget what it’s really about. be careful, or the things you except, will slowly become something you accept. adapting is beneficial, just don’t rearrange, hold strong to your morals, don’t let yourself change. because you don’t want to look back to where you came from, and have to regretfully wonder, what have i become? there is no such...
heroic action.
everytime i come up, i just fall even harder, but i pick myself up, and go even farther. stagnant is not something i’ll ever be, i’ll never be satisfied with myself completely. one can always be better, and always progress. i’d rather to be more each day, than ever be less. if i’m not aiming high, i’m aiming low. if i’m aiming low, i’m not aiming high...
a decision.
sometimes i don’t want to meet new people, because i know they’re just going to leave. so in never getting close, i will never have to grieve. so is it better to experience and lose, or not even give yourself a chance to choose? just let it go and let things be, or hope they’ll come to understand me? you can either risk having a lifetime’s friend, or risk just being a passing trend....
hate to love you.
you baited me with your happy sounds, and reeled me in with your tears. i hide it very jealously, but i like you more than it appears. i point in another direction so that you’ll look another way. i’m afraid you’ll see it in my eyes that i want you to stay. for everytime i shake my head, i really wanted to nod. i know why i do this, though by all accounts it seems quite odd. you are too good for...
solitude.
i want to go away somewhere far.. somewhere filled w. inspiration. somewhere that makes me feel alive agen. and wen i come back, hopefully everything will be just right.
-by Sally Sulgi Lee
[me.]
inspiration isn’t necessarily a place somewhere far, you can find inspiration from exactly where you are. and when you come back, everything won’t be all right, everything will be waiting, for you to...
for the impatient.
it’s not that no one understands you, you just haven’t found the one who will look through the clouds and see in you, a sun. and that sun will be the star that his world revolves around, so i guess you won’t have to find him, but be the one that’s found. wait for love, and when it comes, everything won’t be all right, but with someone by your side, everything will be all right. just shine as you...
a stormy end.
if i stay away from you, maybe my shouting heart will subside, and i can convince myself that my feelings have lied. you managed to take down my armor and hurt me once more, turned the rain into a downpour when it was a drizzle before. you don’t harm with a weapon, but with what you deny, destroy me from inside with a smile and a goodbye. i’m left with your footprints leading into the rain, and no...
a crutch.
i will never hold her hand, and never cause a tear, because all i am to her, is a shoulder and an ear. i am her comfort and her shelter, but not her pride and joy, she will never look at me that way, because to her, i’m just a toy. she sees me when she’s hurting, and leaves when she’s okay, tears wet my shoulders, but her smiles point another way. maybe this is all i mean to her, and all i ever...
for my smile.
lady, your face seems accustomed to that frown. if i asked pleasantly enough, would you take it down? would you show me what you look like when you’re not thinking about the past, which only serves to cloud up your forehead, ever overcast. is it selfish of me, to want to push out all the heartache and the lies, so i can put in their place, a twinkle in your eyes? because you are my most efficient...
time's laws.
listen to silence; watch the ghosts of time on their way to do the work of the night. they are there in the spaces of blighted light. harm is not their purpose, fear is not their intent. neither hell bent, nor heaven sent. without malice or bias, they destroy and create. birthing infants and killing all, the small and the great. with vindictive force they never pause. so we must all adhere to each...
