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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
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
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,
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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