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dongbin-lee
I am an international student from South Korea who is studying in Missouri. I stumbled into this site and thought it was pretty awesome, as many of you here would agree. I like poetry because it can be so ambiguous yet so meaningful. I understand that there is a whole another realm inside poetry. I don't know how to get there, though, especially not with my natural lacking in English skills. Still, I'm learning from you guys.
I’m not saying life is a game And I’m not saying people are just a compilation of data But sometimes Sometimes A call that you ignored A few words, usually three Or that letter you forgot to send Can erase you from them without a trace As if you carelessly pressed the... I’m not saying life is a game, And I’m not saying people are just a compilation of data But sometimes...
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Reset Button
Everyone has a little pond in their mind And here I got some pebbles to throw into the water The rocks bounce around the rocky floor making ripples that I didn’t mean to make But I still have a mission to stare into that verbal chaos And become a creator of meanings So when I spit out these pebbles, don’t be upset you can cover your ears and let me pass But a poet is someone who gathers something out of nothing So please, let me be a poet.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Pebbles
Pasta They ask, “what is poetry?” I’d give them a bowl of spaghetti. Naturally they’re taken aback. No surprise about that Still I’d tell them, *“Here, take a bowl of my tiny soul. If you look into it well enough You would know that it’s not just a mush of twenty-six alphabets See, I took the sticky dough that composes my mind And shoved it through the tiny holes I call standards And carefully pulled out the strands of words.* I’d tell them, *“Then I would pour the red sauce, my personal favorite, That I cooked up with my blood and tears. If you taste them correctly, a voice will sneak into your minds And speak their reality. Although it may hurt, that way you will see. That’s my poetry.”* I would tell them, but I think they weren’t listening because They would just drink up the whole thing like hungry savages. And I would quietly stand there in awe Because they wouldn’t understand.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Pasta