it can be a noise
tremble with space
the bunch of leather beats
A typhoon of disorder
in the middle of a striking hurricane
Feeling the sound
shouting to me
My heart beats
It absorbs those beats
It shakes my head
touching my spirit
This music long ago
came from shamans
When the music was
a human ceremony
What are those numbers
in the elastic organic rhythms?
What are those symbols
of the perception of the world?
Followed long roads
and formed through time
passing from people to people
with their own body rhythms
Transformed in the
orchestra of percussion
And the story of their nature
descends to me
I hear my ancestors
I meet them
and now I play
Their and our rhythms
of the Korean percussion
I come from bumpy roads,
The soft melody of Korean indie music playing on repeat in the car,
Droplets of water dripping down the window matching the lazy beat of the songs
We hopelessly drove around this merry go round of a globe
My family and I moved so much to the point of me not knowing what the word "home" meant.
When people ask me where i'm from,
I hesitate and grow anxious. What if they tell me that I don't belong ? 7 years in Malaysia
And I still don't feel like i'm in the right place.
"I want to go home"
I say when i'm hanging out with my mates in school.
I don't have a home.
I've faced a lot of racism and hate growing up. Writing Poems enables me to grow strong :) Message me if you want my instagram @ <3
has anyone ever told you?
those moon shaped eyes
those rosy cheeks
those red lips
could make people fall at a glance?
i wish,i really wish
you and i were real
but we are nothing just like a dream
this feeling of
fearful to loose you.
never thought this wouldn't last long.
the vision of you
lingering in my mind
that smile of yours
this is when i realized
this is it.
this is the last goodbye.
i knew i had to let you go
go find someone better my love
there will always be one
way better than me
and i will always be there
watching you from far
so i watched this korean drama called Hotel Del Luna and it was so friggin sad that i had to make a poem about it literally at 1am
I lived in Pyongyang,
Breathing to be wired to follow my father’s footsteps.
Taught all day the greatness of our homeland.
As a kid, I sunk into their teaching,
But now seen as propaganda through my grown eyes.
I dreamed of leading my own troupe
Into battle, for my great country, to stand with pride
As I was destined to protect it.
Out of grief and sadness
A cry stretched its ways to my ears.
The great leader fell
From swell to nothing well.
I was told we were to go on holiday
In Gyeong-Seong forced to stay.
Moving in and out of it to see the light of day.
No longer blinded from my homeland’s falsehood
Tricks and tactics meant for military
Used against it for my own tranquility.
Oh! The irony.
Now grown up, with a new dream.
I no longer see Joseon the way it used to seem,
I say my story as a North Korean defector in hope,
hope to see better lives for those who reside there.
In my oh so forsaken great homeland Joseon.
Please give me advice on how I can better my writing, I can only get better with the insight of others. (:
Two in the morning
A sky full of stars
A sleeping city
The Korean girl
You have a lot to tell
I kiss you to
Shut your mouth
So I can hear the sound of the river
This pure water from the mountain is
Passing under this bridge
The one I kiss you on
At two in the morning
I see you 'active' on the internet.
Don't you sleep?
I can't sleep.
It's a cold night.
The mountain wind sent
a loneliness message to my heart.
I feel so all alone...
You are not alone.
Nobody is alone.
Even when you stood alone
under the dark night sky,
hasn’t the sky
at least stood with you?
there's always a love
that stands somewhere
and always waits for you
in the distance sky...
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January 19, 2019
I often ask myself why I spend so much time learning another language
Why do I obsess and stress over something by my own will?
What do I have to gain, why do I want to teach and translate this foreign tongue?
Yet every night I force new words into my mind
And it makes me feel so calm and distracted
All my fears and concerns fade away as I take this information into my brain
I see nothing but beauty in every character I write so much so that I often write in the wrong alphabet
To me it's the most perfect and beautiful script
It's like riding a bike for the first time everytime I translate in my mind
The culture and language has found its way into my heart
I've fallen in love with the language like you do a person
Slowly, then all at once
Without understanding at first but slowly uncoiling the wonderful beauty before my eyes
I've found my passion and my saviour all at once
There is power in words which spawn from language
Every new term I learn makes me feel just that much stronger
Enough to feel invincible
I've been self teaching Korean for a year and plan to become a translator and/or an english teacher in South Korea. Once I master Korean I plan to learn Japanese. Learning languages comes so naturally to me that it only took one day for me to memorise Hangul and from then on out I knew where my calling was. I'm also fluent in french and ASL.
Sitting on the window sill of my Chamber,
in a state of dwam.
Zephyrs dance; opened letters on my cherry-wood
News of new Kings and Queens reach my ears;
and I smile, so grateful.
Oh my fricking gosh! 163 FOLLOWERS!
Thank you so so much!
Really, I'm grateful!
Man, this is so insane!
My kingdom's growing by the day! ^-^
This is a dream come true!
I have lost count of how many times
that I have felt so alone
Being on the Earth and walking through
its diverse marketplace
And yet, I find me with a different face
in another life walk
Another day, another form of poetry! Today's form - a Sijo!
Just pouring my thoughts and heart out in a different way.
Funny how I can find myself in other people in all walks of life.