(from "The Last Poetry")

(from "The Loss") I still can't believe there is an end. What I want to believe is an eternity.

(from "Moths") rainy late night, a bright glass door of the mall, the place of ghostly large, achromatic colored moths they always whisper under their breaths you beware of those who crush the eyes that are awake at night

(from "The Color Theory") I'd rather open my eyes, look at the light and bring the paper back which I threw it far away savor the childish splendor I couldn't understand why they were getting so upset

(from "Ignorance of a Butterfly")

And ignorance has the mouth that never gets tired nor rests.

Only ignorance is busy with its mouth.

Ah,

my ignorance do pick on me, do ridicule me.

(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 "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 "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.

(from "Into the Darkness")

Two cups of different sizes

are filled with different drinks,

the more you want to hide your heart,

the more ferociously it jumps out.

With no color, no odor, no taste, it makes

the most fatal poison. And it doesn't disappear.

It just plays in the most discreet way.

It never disappears but becomes even more evil.

(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