February 2012
4 posts
the man of 6 was defeated by the enemy of the antichrist. i witnessed this victory and was naturally amazed. the lowly being, i followed in footstep but could not claim victory. the spirits not of this world relentless and supernatural created chaos in my soul. but the first and final Victor o my King, my Shepherd demands my surrender. in him do i surpass the spirit of 6. overwhelmed by the...
dear esther,
HAVE FUN LAUGHAUGHALUAGH and fuck the rest
<3, life
does god feel our scars?
January 2012
8 posts
I don’t want to get too close, but let me call you when I need you.
1 tag
http://www.thefreedictionary.com/reoccurring
1 tag
I’ve been hearing a reoccurring theme of complaints in the voices of my friends. We are bored. Mindlessly. Stupidly. Bored. It’s sad and scary to imagine all the kids these days sucked into the media culture. Fast and superficial, nothing lasting nor meaningful. Yet we crave for something more. Something real and with substance. Something that’ll touch our souls. We’ve...
2 tags
December 2011
22 posts
I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
– Letters by Federic Chopin
1 tag
Claudia: I don't understand. He meets a girl that can give him a new life and he pushes her away?
Guido: Because he no longer believes in it.
Claudia: Because he doesn't know how to love.
Guido: Because it isn't true that a woman can change a man.
Claudia: Because he doesn't know how to love.
Guido: And above all because I don't feel like telling another pile of lies.
Claudia: Because he doesn't know how to love.
If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.
– Sheryl Crow lol
It was silly to put people on high pedestals. It was silly to judge people. Now I see how similar we all are. Nobody really knows if what they’re doing is right.. or wrong. People are people, nothing less or more.
1 tag
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to...
– Sigmund Freud
The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the...
– Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
There is a river that flows beneath a house. Though it does not always flood as it does when it rains, it is always there, flowing beneath the house.
I woke up and realized I was nothing but air. I didn’t know where my skin...
– Enis Roth or N.S. Ryan
today is a day it seems as if nothing can or will make me happy all i hear are my thoughtless thoughts over your moving lips you’re moving! i don’t know why i’m moving Go to sleep perhaps tomorrow the world will be better.
1 tag
being to timelessness as it’s to time,
love did no more begin than love will...
– E.E. Cummings
Dear Friend,
On my birthday you told me a secret. I love secrets. But I don’t know if I was ready to hear this one. It’s too soon. It seems as if every year someone tells me a secret that I become forced to carry. They leave me with these secrets. Sometimes it feels like I’m carrying it all by myself. It’s overwhelming. So I have to ask you to wait. I’m sorry. I know...
Everybody does it. It’s precisely their diseases that people pride themselves...
– Notes from Underground by Fyodor Doestoevsky
1 tag
These people saw nothing, knew nothing, and noticed nothing; nothing touched...
– Narcissus and Goldmund by Hermann Hesse
In my dealings with Lady Flora,” Father Jacopo said to me, “I...
– Last Tales by Isak Dinesen
1 tag
And she told me about a youth who had fallen in love with a planet. He stood by...
– Demian by Hermann Hesse
LOVE so amazing, so divine. Demands my soul, my life, my all.
You made captivity captive, grant freedom to those imprisoned in body or spirit.
November 2011
5 posts
October 2011
2 posts
people say “i miss you” when they mean sometime else, someplace else, someone else people, be truthful. i suppose it’s better said then kept. maybe “i miss you” will travel through time and be whispered into your ear. you’ll know then that i love you. just that one moment. i love you. you made my heart fuller. you made me breathe easier. you you you you you. oh you. thank you all. these...
i’m having trouble breathing. it’s beyond my mind why. it’s not them. i can’t cry. i can’t smile. i’m tortured in this emotional limbo. i’m going crazy. i want to be nice i want to be love. but it’s so hard. i just want to be me but i know i have to be better. i have to try to be better. i cry to jesus your will it’s too overwhelming. take this...
September 2011
7 posts
1 tag
Autobiography for school
It was my grandmother’s hope that my father would become a professor. After my father married my mother and left Korea, together they set on doing just that. So for a very long time, it was my father’s job to study, and my mother’s job to have me and my sister and raise us.
My parents immigrated to the United States in the late 80s and moved to Philadelphia. My father was...
i cry for she who can’t tell, who cant heal forever fixed in grody nights. she, though met with love, can only point her fragile finger but aversion and she’s out of control. she forsakes herself for peace in their unduly ignorance. i pity she who lies. what is trust? her lies and their ignorance domesticated into uncomfortable serenity.
i was painted the same color as the gray desert and its nothingness struck me with strange sorrow. lifeless glass, like a dolls, were my eyes the residue of animated past were left behind in the glares of long yesterday. with a gasp, aghast, i cried out. perhaps my fingerprints may leave a mark of warmth on this corpse picture.
the world is at her feet at the turn of her frown we worship her because she is beautiful because she is sad and there is nothing more attractive than being beautifully sad it is when depth and shallowness meet and play with our boredom if only the glory was ours death would be welcomed and sweet sweet life goodbye
I need someone I can trust. I need someone who I can be comfortable with in being myself. I have to build this kind of relationship in a whole new place with whole new people. It’s exhausting. I need a break. I just want to fall and rely on someone to catch me. Why is this so difficult for me? Don’t kids thrive on being alone and starting new? Why is this experience already jaded?
9/11
It is weird how people are saying thank you to the people who died on 9/11… because I have a feeling they would not be saying you’re welcome. They didn’t choose to give up their lives for this country. They didn’t choose to be thought of every September. It just happened. They just died. They shouldn’t have.
Hope vs Nostalgia
Shalom. Shalom is prosperity, perfect wellbeing, and peace on Earth and within man. It’s hard to imagine this kind of wholeness and serenity in a world of crippling blight. But despite all the horrors we’ve heard, sufferings we’ve experienced, and the inevitable death we know we must confront, we still know what goodness is. And we desire for better.
Now the difference is how we desire. Do you...