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What Will...?Curiosity is growing;
as I wonder...
If you ever come to me,
and hug me suddenly...
What will I do?
What will I react?
What will I sound?
This sincere heart; even though fragile,
twisted and damaged for many times,
it still functions, but never the same...
Still, when the right person comes; that is you...
Does the sweet, unexpected, respected movements,
my heart will healed, perfectly, wonderfully
in a blink of an eye...
So, my curiosity will keep growing;
my thoughts will keep wondering...
If you ever come to me,
and hug me suddenly...
What will I do?
What will I react?
What will I sound?
(MBLAQ) A Congratulations' Fan-ServiceAfter years of training, you finally debuted as an actress in J.Tune Camp. So, you signed a contract with the company in CEO's room, and then, when you exits the room, your manager give you permission to go straight running and find Seungho. (your manager knows that you really like Seungho and he was like a brother to you since he was always there for you.)
Room by room... You looked everywhere. But Seungho is no where to be found. You only saw all the MBLAQ members in a practicing room but not Seungho. They're whispering to each other and you just can't hear what they are saying...Well, it seems like they're planning some things... You can tell. And they're acting not to know your appearance, so few seconds after, you just go near to approach them.
You : chogiyoo oppaa.
Mir : *Shocked* 'Your name'!! nae dosaengie!! *playful voice* *then quickly hugs you*
..*all the MBLAQ members laugh*
Joon : Yah!! Kumanaae!! *unlocks you from Mir's tight hug*
You : Aniii! Kwencanay
As I Look At YouThese, gorgeous, blooming,
heavenly, magnificent feelings
appear; all speed to the senses
as I glimpse to that, fascinating,
enchanting, well-liked figure...
And those, exposed grins, smiles
declare a stunning design, reaches
to the eyes, effortlessly;
gleaming, melting the heart
Styles, fashions, all sparks;
your natural, husky voice, everything,
are you exhibiting the charms?
Even simplest moves, as you sing,
thrill my nerves; I still feel it!
These kind, of pleasures, drown me
into unexplained thoughts...
The shapes, doodle by you,
what are these?
It's crazy, it's nonsense;
am I obsessed?
Lover and Best Friend4 in the evening, that beautiful scenery..
They were sharing a scarf, like a couple
walking down the snowy road together, slowly;
as the girl told stories, the boy listened;
no signs of coldness, especially in between
their holding hands; the minds and feelings
all filled with happiness and joy..
They kept walking; until arrived to a big tree
as a shelter, they sat there; still holding hands
and the moment goes on, and on; story by story..
"It's getting dark.." says the boy suddenly;
the girl replied, "Lets go home then"
as she wanted to get up; suddenly, "no, not yet"
says the boy, he pulls her hand to sit down;
"I need to tell you something, I want you
to know, that I just like you so mu.."
Before he even finished the words, the girl
kissed him by the cheek; then smiled
and she said..
"Yes, I already know that."
"I just like you that much too."
Are You Still Smiling That Way?reminiscence the times we met long ago
you had a childish smile; drawn
on a small, round; yet a cute face
it gave me endless of wonders
Will that smile remains?
Those moments are blessed; where
the whole scenery was beautiful
and perfect; you came to me
like a sudden rain of happiness
heavier and heavier, around me..
You were always there when I needed
with a playful, but the sweetest smile
that belongs to a prince charming
never failed stealing my heart away..
Quiet a long time have passed
if only I could look at you again
after all these time; just to see
if you still have that smile..
Welcome to a Modern WorldOnce again, both my eyes are opened
Returning myself from the dreamland to the reality
Where the silent screams existed,
Where the wishes shattered
And no one even lend their side ear, as hypocrite lies through
Not even one, is cared; when everyone are all busy, busy with themselves
Business; works, first thing in every thought, but unrealized that the world is full
Full with humans who needed money the most
Who needed be saved and given attention
But only, three out of ten are releasing their cares; and the sad truth is forming
Where the truth is like folding a paper airplane; then throws it to the sky, far, far away
And it will collapse, disappear; as it no longer be seen, no longer be heard
No one knows but themselves; of what is the next worst in front
It could be the worst thing; that we ever imagined
But right now, all we still doing is thinking
Thinking of useless solutions
Remember Our Last Song (Pt.2) ENDGale fall asleep so quickly; his eyes become really tired because of the whole day without rest. In the same time, Fein was trying hard to sleep. She keeps counting the sheep in her dream.
The morning has finally come; the clock had show that its 8am. Gale woke up as he heard his phone rings again, knowing that it would be a message from Fein. Fein says: "Good morning, Gale. Please do remember what I told you last night. Okay?" Gale replied: "Okay. No Problem. Good morning." Before he tried to send it, he got an idea of adding something near last word, he added a small heart. Hoping that Fein will know about what he really feels for her. Few moments after, Gale deletes the heart before he even sends the simple text. He knew that if the heart is sent, the situation will be really awkward when they meet up. He also thinks that a relationship should not rush as it may effect the situations.
Through the night, Fein really cannot
Remember Our Last Song (Pt.1)One fine day, a teenager named Gale had to drive to a book-store; which asked by his mother. He had to buy some reference books that are needed by his sick younger brother. As Gale arrived near to the book-store, he parked safely and quickly got out from his car. He wanted to be in time, as promised to his mother.
After Gale has finally found all of the reference books, he ran to the counter. But then suddenly, he bumped to a girl named Fein. She fell down; her music books are all messed on the ground. Gale said sorry to her and quickly help her get up with all the books. Fein did not angry; but she seems speechless and only replying him "it's okay". Few moments after, Gale felt the urge to know her name; seeing that Fein has the same interest in music. So they shook hands, and only two words come out from each own lips.
They both know that they should be quickly. That simple greeting and eyes met have just started it all.
Christmas WarmthThe day ..The night
has finally arrive where every houses
are having crystal lights from the Christmas tree
and every family are filled with harmony
warmth and love..
Happiness is all in the air..
..There are two teenagers
finally meet in their hometown
of studies and long to be together..
It was a very silent night and a holy night,
they two spend time praying sitting together
under the big Christmas tree along with their family..
The lovers knew that beautiful moment
they are h
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
Drowning Into Deep Sea...The strong wind of lies pushes her off
from the boat where she thoughts
that she will stay forever
but now, followed by the wind
she fell deep
into the sea..
No one is there
to see her drown..
She was all alone
but only accompanied by her past memories
that she once have threw them away..
She thoughts as it all fade deep into the ocean
her happiness will be last forever..
She began to thought that no one,
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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