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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
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
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,
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