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hyungwonhugme
F/Busan, S.Korea
regret. i regret letting you in. love will always start with illusion. and i fell in love with the mirage you displayed. i told myself that the person i fell in love with was still there. that is why i stuck around for so long. for so long i believed that you still loved me as much as the sun loved the sky. even when you said you didn’t, even when your voice didn’t feel like home. home was late night conversations. home was your laugh ringing in my ears. but what was once the house we loved in, it is now dominated by ghosts. it has been 8 months. i still regret. i regret letting you in.
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Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
regret
maybe my broken pieces weren't meant to be reassembled.
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
untitled
i wish our love was a broken record, repeating the song of our beating hearts and repeating the song of our soft "i love you"s.
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
the broken record
My pen bleeds As its ink seeps My words cry The seer weeps I keep scrawling Until my pain recedes Walking on my way Where my lament leads Crumbling to bones Changing to fit the needs My frailty drives me As nothingness breeds In madness I did Those fearful deeds Now I'll have to pay The price of my greed Making me suffer My demons succeed In the garden of love I feel like a **** I am looking for my way To the flowery meads Where the chains will be shattered And then I will be freed
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
As I write it down
# *Hanging like a scimitar suspended in the sky, the moon beside a gleaming star is pleasing to the eye. How desolate, this satellite in airless ebon space and yet, from here ‘tis beautiful filagree & lace.* #
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Filigree & Lace
Step 1: Get out of bed Step 2: Look in the mirror Step 3: Practice your smile Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes Step 5: Conceal the dark circles Step 6: Breathe The curtains are almost up Step 7: Lock down the pain Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind Step 10: Choke down the sobs Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat You’ve put on this show a million times Step 13: Don’t let them see Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling
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Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Steps
I know why the caged bird sings. It's not because his song is as vibrant as his feathers, that he plucks away each day because he doesn't feel beautiful. It's not because of the majesty that exist in the freedom of being able to spread his wings though he knows he'll never rise to the occasion. He sings because he believes that this cage was made for a king because he has never tasted freedom with a side order of skies. He's never flown past the sun on a cool morning or hung with the moon on a warm night. He's only ever known the comfort of a prison that his thoughts have become accustomed to calling home. He would never venture beyond the "welcome" mat because what's beyond the threshold holds no promise the way these bars and metal locks do. He sings because he knows that no one is listening so if he makes a mistake he doesn't have to live with the regret or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note. The caged bird never believes that he's caged because behind these walls he's safe and he prefers it this way. I know why the caged bird sings.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
tHE cAGED bIRD
Brick         By             Brick A house is built Hour         By             Hour The house becomes a home Day         By             Day The home turns into memories Year         By             Year The memories turn into people Century         By             Century The people turn into stories Story         By             Story Stories turn into legends Legend         After             Legend History is changed Piece         By             Piece Lives are changed Person         By             Person Love is spread One Love         After             Another Bricks are purchased That build houses That turn into homes That create memories That turn into people That turn into stories That turn into legends That change history And it all started with Just. One. Brick.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
The Little Things
one more for t.m. her given name is not woman but human of the feminine, the fem in the human mine, mine... 12:10am 4/16/17
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
one more for t.m.