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Nov 2021 · 830
An Angel's Wings
JKim Nov 2021
In the jungles of life and death
A machine groans for every breath
Tubes and lines, artificial vines
Chirping beeps and screeches, the vital signs

Sleeping beauty, hearts anxiously aching
If only kisses could mean her waking
Bedside guardians, her parents praying
Like old films, their memories replaying

Her sun sets and lights begin to fade
No farewell enough, as tears cascade
Love lost too soon, she says goodbye
An angel gains new wings to fly
After finishing my Pediatric ICU rotation and experiencing a few heartbreaking cases, I wrote this as a grieving process.
Nov 2020 · 175
Life is but a flame
JKim Nov 2020
The days are numbered, the nights go by
Counting sheep till slumber, then morning cries

Open eyes, our hearts ablaze
A field of candles, with the wind it sways

Softly sinking, a slow steady drip
Smoke in the shadow, as life loses grip
Life and thoughts of our inevitable death
Jul 2020 · 104
Summer Vibes
JKim Jul 2020
Summer sun somewhere fun
Light sprinkles through the leaves
Birds flocking in the trees

Summer sea filled with glee
We walk together hand in hand
Our memories, steps in the sand

Summer night feeling right
Dancing slow in evening breeze
Our hearts in beat, together at ease
Chillin'
Mar 2020 · 138
The Finale
JKim Mar 2020
In desolate places, I leave all my faces.
The masks and disguises, construction of lies.
The spotlight of fear, my delight and dimise.

As curtains close, applause fades,
alone with the shadows of self that pervades.
Ghosts of the past, that once were true.
Withered and lost, in my daily debut.
To please and to pleasure, a pointless measure.
Unable to escape, I'm asleep but awake.

I wriggle and writh in my own divide,
tearing apart from depths deep inside.
Empty halls and vacant seats,
angels and demons fatefully meet.

Crimson flows as roses fall,
the closing act as curtains call.
My death is rebirth, the dove and the crow,
a final bow at the end of my show.
Dec 2019 · 92
Letting Go
JKim Dec 2019
You and I, we've grown together.
Like saplings planted next to one another.
Our roots, they've tangled, slowly intertwined,
Our branches often mangled, when views misaligned.
But in the end, we're two, together.
Birth and blood, brother and sister.

Yet there comes a time, where we become uprooted.
For ways we chose and thought were better suited.
Then one day you're here, the next you're gone.
Nothing more but memories to call upon.

I miss your voice, your smile, your laughter.
I dream of you, the shadows I chase after
I'm riddled in fear, wake up in a sweat
What if in time, it's you I forget?

Take me back to when we were young,
When songs and rhymes together we sung.
But memories drag me down below,
If you were alive, would you let me go?
I miss you
Mar 2019 · 115
Empty
JKim Mar 2019
Empty and mysterious, the hole in my heart.
Hungry and curious, the mind from the start.

The juggling of thoughts, the tightrope of emotions,
Is life just a circus of my conflicting notions?

If passion is purpose, and pursuit comes within,
How hollow and bare, the depths under skin

If life is lived as time passes by,
Am I but a soul that lives to die?
Sep 2018 · 416
One
JKim Sep 2018
One
If we could be, free to see,
through shrouds of shame
and all the games

Then maybe so, we could grow,
To grasp together in what we know

As more than a notion of shared emotion,
intertwined and fastened,
in truth and in passion,
as two, together,
as one.
Sep 2018 · 445
Today.
JKim Sep 2018
A tomorrow for every today.
The present won't go away.
Memories fade in shades of grey,
But the future has a price to pay.
Sep 2018 · 116
Icarus
JKim Sep 2018
Amber eyes light the path,
bells of glimmering hope
Embers fly with desire,
the scent of lingering smoke
Let stars be the guide,
Shed wings from my cloak
Icarus, Icarus, how far must you fall?
A poem about a girl
Aug 2018 · 240
Reignite
JKim Aug 2018
Somber shadows, all but fade,
fog of failures ever looming.
Sinking softly in the shade,
melancholy, all consuming.
Heavy is the heart of my demise.
Who, but I, can look through these eyes?

But dusk brings dawn, in darkest ways,
and morning sets the sun ablaze.
Sparks of fire ignite the coal,
Uncover my spirit and light my soul.
If burnt or buried, my sun must set,
Then flames, I burst without regret.
Who, but I, can look through these eyes?
Aug 2018 · 325
Alive
JKim Aug 2018
I sought to see the scattered seeds in the wake of my death.
From flesh to soil, stress to ease, as air no longer becomes breath.

Blood flows through rivers tangled, thoughts sink in oceans deep.
Heart beats as waves, tidal, tears become the skies that weep.

Bones to ashes, ashes to soil,
The vigor within, the roots that coil.
Blades of grass, towers of oak,
The whispers of wind, the words I spoke.

The nature of nature, dirt to dust,
Seasons change, but the earth is us.
The soul, the body. Life and Death.
True to time, Air becomes Breath.

— The End —