JaegukLee - Hello Poetry

Inside the building when a fire alarm knocks on our earlobes, many descend their pathways to remaining pieces of life - But some disclose past secrets inside the drawers When the eyes of sin and guilt meet, the growling guilt of a discloser will chase after the two-eyed witness, neglecting the past of a camaraderie The disclosure of an enclosure that leads to the enclosure of a disclosure - Isn’t this an infinite cycle of mess? Until the emergency stairs become rustic and the orange-gleaming light comes nearby, we will wait to see the sunshine as our long-lasting companion

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Oct 19, 2019

Oct 19, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC

Disclosure

Inside the building when a fire alarm knocks on our earlobes, many descend their pathways to remaining pieces of life - But some disclose past secrets inside the drawers When the eyes of sin and guilt meet, the growling guilt of a discloser will chase after the two-eyed witness, neglecting the past of a camaraderie The disclosure of an enclosure that leads to the enclosure of a disclosure - Isn’t this an infinite cycle of mess? Until the emergency stairs become rustic and the orange-gleaming light comes nearby, we will wait to see the sunshine as our long-lasting companion

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It buries him undead, inside the hollow his pain howls in silence yearning for a speck of change. His breath comes to a halt, no rhythm of pneuma Surrounding darkness swallows his vision to appease its hunger A man yet lives, undead. It stabs and bleeds him undead, a ruthless spear that continuously spikes through the heart is what it calls mercy. His bloodstream gushes out - tranquil as the tides of the night river. But life simply stays as life. A man yet lives, undead. It burns him undead, inundating him with abysmal depths of fire he writhes and writhes in agony - There is no room for any emotion, other than pain A man yet lives, undead. That Life has become Death, is this the true burden of suffering? He remains unsure, but lives on undead

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC

Burden of Suffering

It buries him undead, inside the hollow his pain howls in silence yearning for a speck of change. His breath comes to a halt, no rhythm of pneuma Surrounding darkness swallows his vision to appease its hunger A man yet lives, undead. It stabs and bleeds him undead, a ruthless spear that continuously spikes through the heart is what it calls mercy. His bloodstream gushes out - tranquil as the tides of the night river. But life simply stays as life. A man yet lives, undead. It burns him undead, inundating him with abysmal depths of fire he writhes and writhes in agony - There is no room for any emotion, other than pain A man yet lives, undead. That Life has become Death, is this the true burden of suffering? He remains unsure, but lives on undead

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Did the wild devouring nature of chimerical universe erase my 'kindling' lights? The candles once guided me from the stiff tunnels of darkness to the upright oak tree standing on the apex of a verdant meadow that is brimming with flowers under the orange glittering sunlight waving through - But the candles are now into broken pieces, like the rotting shipwreck floating between the two pitch-black reflecting mirrors Standing alone Looking at the universe above, i ask myself, Where do i go? Trapped inside a mortal body i long to escape from this lostness as the broken compass without a magnetic needle is 'who' i am. i try to breathe, but the inverted tree of life slowly submerges, and submerges into the horizontal mist of senseless void - my eyes are wide-open as they are shut inside my mouth gasps for life as it slowly suffocates inside my ears receive sounds as they become noises inside Standing alone Looking at the universe above, i ask myself Where do i go

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Aug 12, 2019

Aug 12, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC

Standing alone

Did the wild devouring nature of chimerical universe erase my 'kindling' lights? The candles once guided me from the stiff tunnels of darkness to the upright oak tree standing on the apex of a verdant meadow that is brimming with flowers under the orange glittering sunlight waving through - But the candles are now into broken pieces, like the rotting shipwreck floating between the two pitch-black reflecting mirrors Standing alone Looking at the universe above, i ask myself, Where do i go? Trapped inside a mortal body i long to escape from this lostness as the broken compass without a magnetic needle is 'who' i am. i try to breathe, but the inverted tree of life slowly submerges, and submerges into the horizontal mist of senseless void - my eyes are wide-open as they are shut inside my mouth gasps for life as it slowly suffocates inside my ears receive sounds as they become noises inside Standing alone Looking at the universe above, i ask myself Where do i go

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The melody that earphone sings, momentarily interrupts me from the surging flow of busy life - It releases me from the supressing weight of burden, softly whispers and convinces me to become part of the wave than to chase it. The dancing tides of a spirit resemble the dance of a child. Today, Tomorrow and on I am looking forward to become a part of the voice.

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May 3, 2019

May 3, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC

Earphone

The melody that earphone sings, momentarily interrupts me from the surging flow of busy life - It releases me from the supressing weight of burden, softly whispers and convinces me to become part of the wave than to chase it. The dancing tides of a spirit resemble the dance of a child. Today, Tomorrow and on I am looking forward to become a part of the voice.

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Have you ever felt you loved someone that you hated the person? Have you ever felt you knew everything that you knew nothing? Have you ever felt the overwhelming happiness and grace that you manifested signs of sadness? Have you ever felt the burning heart inside though you are soaked outside? Feeling feelings, i do not fully understand what they are but they color the blank sheet of life –

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Aug 12, 2018

Aug 12, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC

Have you ever felt

Have you ever felt you loved someone that you hated the person? Have you ever felt you knew everything that you knew nothing? Have you ever felt the overwhelming happiness and grace that you manifested signs of sadness? Have you ever felt the burning heart inside though you are soaked outside? Feeling feelings, i do not fully understand what they are but they color the blank sheet of life –

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