| (no subject) |
[Aug. 1st, 2009|01:40 pm] |
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i can't wait to get out of this damn city and go to boracay for a week. i moved to korea to escape thinking about life in the US, and now i'm escaping to the philippines to avoid thinking about life in the US AND Korea.... *sigh* |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|09:05 pm] |
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happy black day, single korean people. enjoy your noodles. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|06:39 pm] |
we started out so small
but now we grow
between the lines. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 12th, 2008|10:25 pm] |
we were once so calmly clever
but now
we grow outside the lines. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 25th, 2008|12:46 pm] |
how the hair changed this year. insane. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2008|10:12 pm] |
Good luck, wherever you may go. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 21st, 2008|07:06 pm] |
recent me:
recent photography:
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 27th, 2008|12:54 am] |
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i really want to leave this city for a weekend, but i'm so paranoid about missing something vital in the social scene. it's pathetic. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 27th, 2007|05:01 pm] |
I will not fear
my second skin. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 22nd, 2007|01:41 pm] |
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My kids are all arriving. Anxiety! What to do around all these adorable Korean children?! |
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| korea |
[Jun. 10th, 2007|09:10 pm] |
33 days until korea...
not much to update. it has become so hard to record even the mundane moments of the day. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 9th, 2007|06:00 pm] |
1.
I Fell Through a Dream
i fell through a dream into life,
waking under one sun,
missing the many that
were more lucent, and sparkled with
spikes that ran for miles--
a blink and i could
blot them to black,
two blinks and i could
bring them all back.
old happy tricks
fail this experience, and
nothing can collapse this
too hot world or the faces
that smile like knowledge
in our common rooms.
and i can only walk,
each foot bound by
an unrelenting promise
to return to its horizon,
there's no space to kick off---
no voice to pursuade
the sky to grow into oceans
that would lap me under
crests of blue and pearl,
no time to teach
my lungs to love water
and burn for all above,
no answer for the question
of why must i change
for all that would gladly
change for me.
this life has nothing
like a dream--
all edges wait
on their corners without doubt,
solid in every possession,
for they know not to crumble
from my will alone.
2.
To the South
my brother never returned for his bicycle
but left it in my care,
and it should be him on this pale green
masterpiece of metal, riding by in
motion at its best,
windy hair covering his freckles
as if they were suddenly shy--
not me with my map of the neighborhood
colored in crayon and crumpled
in my left hand--
it's hard to steer with only the right
but what if i lose my way?
(she shaded her eyes at your coming,
so aware,
apron snapping, mouth considering
a call, fingers at a loose salute.)
it's only me, ma,
but no one blames you for hope.
after dinner, when i refused my plate
and said i hate him, you crawled
to my bed and said we'd send prayers--
that even the dead were praying for him,
we can never stop.
our palms that meet
echo his hearbeat--
maybe he'd hear and come home
through the shadow of a white flag
raised high above red arms--
they'd just let him go
back into the arms of the mother,
to lean over me and twist my ear,
to comb black knots from my hair, and
make mud castles at noon.
The wheels tick away
seconds of the summer
at my ankles.
i ride with a storm like a memory
blowing at my back.
**Wrote these today, felt good. |
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| The Hero |
[Feb. 22nd, 2007|10:25 am] |
who envies the hero before
that battle lays tamed at his feet?
to follow the heartbeat as it climbs
like toothpick ladders, hammering with
uncertain fists, attempting to slow
or possibly stop--
he who has decided that arms
were meant for more--
that holding the small backs of children,
a body of logs in december,
the pale heads of onions for mother
is never enough--
will take up his new command.
it sings in flashes, a silvery slick
like the belly of fish.
and this he waves through the bodies
until he is cutting through the middle,
the mass dividing on his sides in
red admiration.
possibilities wink in each heave,
the eyes of arrows narrowing in recognition
and then closing with loss.
they make their graves at his ankles,
marking his footsteps
(the conquerer was here).
the great star waits behind his head,
pulling the orbits to a quiet halt--
a crown of yellow burns into the sky
and i see him as he is written:
bright god of our people, standing in
a haze that was once a storm--
no limits and no mind,
but an inhuman heart that beats
as if it were our own. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 18th, 2007|10:48 pm] |
If I were there, I don't know what I would do. Would I be one of the few to risk it all and know that enough is enough? Or would I be like everyone else and simply wait until disaster names itself and chases me down.
If you could just change one life... |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 6th, 2006|01:48 pm] |
THE SOLUTION
i make an honest plea for
these spheres to
take a rapid turn--
whip through space
and cut through the
slow arrogance of the stars
until they simmer behind
and can know their place--
to take ease in sleeping
as i hang my blames
on their brilliant edges.
and while the agent of blaze
dashes--lanterns lit--
across the end,
i can thank the white eyes of intent
for locking--
into black--
and now comes
the pleasing lull,
where i
may murmur at
my own disbelief--
the feeling in the fantastic weight
of a universe spinning
too fast
in the palm of
my dreaming hand. |
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| get LOST |
[Dec. 2nd, 2006|01:10 pm] |
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you've been invited: www.lost.eu/b0c0 |
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| a small part to play |
[Nov. 27th, 2006|10:41 pm] |
Ok, so I'm an unabashed Hanson fan, and have been since 1997. Tomorrow, the band will release a song called "The Great Divide" on Itunes, and 100% of the profit will go to benefit the AIDS research in Africa. This isn't getting much promotion because they are now an indie band (broke with the big companies a while ago, used their own money to make their own independent company), which sucks.
You can watch the video here: http://www.video-c.co.uk/newmicrosites/microsite_watchvideo.asp?FileType=ADSLProg&vidref=hans006
and you can download the song tomorrow, the 28th of November.
"I find hope in what eyes don't see." |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|12:39 am] |
I’ve pulled in
All that I can take—
It’s a heavy wash with
An edge that continues to spread—
Widening without form,
Hands gravitating with
A mechanical need
To feel the solidity
Of every dip in the imagination,
Or the slow-burning joy
Of a desired orphic badge.
I’ve searched for rewards
In the humblest of crafts,
Eyes endlessly down,
With a steady susurration,
“Find what you love
And know the reason why.”
But I came to love it all,
And could dare not
To explain.
Arms crossed against the
Collegiate exchange—
One in one
The discussion unfolds
To unclothe each
Soft, wasted ape of
The invincible first design.
It is necessary—I know—
To play pretend
With those of the
Lofty, boldly assuming brow,
And still I cannot state before all
My wrecked assumptions.
They watch for recognition—
Fingers closing over the
Edge of the anchor—
All of us eyeless
And painfully unaware as
The Great drifts lightly by. |
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