#han
Sometimes, when night is quite; air was cold
I lay in my bed, lonely st in my head
Thinking things I can't comprehend
Anxiety, Scars, is it Insomia?
Remembering that line, echoing
"It's gonna be okay, I'm right here"
Am I really gonna be okay? I doubt
But I believe to th Voices, no question
"YOU CAN STAY", that's what you'll say
As as long as you want, even when you
Grow Up
Keeping me warm with the big hugs
Cover me, especially in my Silent Cry
In the end I know I will be okay
with The View you showed me the first time
we met
Dainty feelings start to grow, I know it's an assurance
That in my Broken Compass, there is a You
to bring me on track
"Stay" we always say
With your outmost care, you really make me stay
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
You are my favorite work of art.
Beautiful both inside and out.
I call you the king of my heart.
I live for you, without a doubt.
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 1:14 PM UTC
The chief concubine
Enters the room
Flowing gowns
Beautiful colourful
I mistake her for
A butterfly
Though with
A ***** look I
Know that I shouldn’t
Mess with her.
She is fierce.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
The darkness of secrets had kept me in shadows
The pain of the past had caused my family to weep
For they experienced life full of unjust woes!
Yet the Heavenly Lord has awakened me from sleep.
I hear the echoes of my forefathers’ voices,
They tell me to rise like the Mighty Sun,
It is time for me to wake and rejoice
On their legacy of what they have done.
The wise wind of fate pushes me to my destiny,
My blood burns with a new determination
As I am resurrected with a new identity
For my forefathers have impacted the entire nation
For many years I thought I was ordinary
Yet the cries of my ancestors beat like a drum-
Telling me to soar like a golden dragon.
In love and hate we have all endured and succumb
I give thanks to the heavenly divine sky
As he has given me a gift of armor made of courage.
“Awake my dear daughter”, the mighty Lord cry,
“Do not let the army of fear make you feel discourage.”
So the wind of destiny has revealed its plan
That I am to inherit their legacy,
Reclaim the throne and be the Princess of Han
For this is my destiny!
(c) 2018 Joanne Chang
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
Other girls are not my competition
I stand with them
Not against them.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Smuggler of the goods of life,
...rugged Hero, brawn and bone.
Laser pistol, utility belt...
Ship of speed you call a home.
Smuggler of the goods of life,
...outlaw cast into his place.
Wookie brother, strange alliance...
Transgress all rules, the laws of space.
Solo,
you are not and now,
...all of space filled in-kind.
An Empire awaits you...
You smuggler of the goods of life.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Jeg boede engang med en fisker
Hans ansigt var endnu fint
Hans hår var et net om hans tanker
Hans liv var en gyngende skude
Hvor er han min fisker fra havet
Han sejler mod fjerne kyster
Hans tanker er fremadrettede
Hans krop blot et sted at bo
Hans ord brændte fast i træet
Dengang i mit glødende bål
Nu er det blot kul under mine fødder
Små tusind diamanter som vand
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
Broken hearts,
And lonely nights,
Babies come from stupid fights,
Throwing fits,
Too much to drink,
Broken bottles in the sink,
Arguments you'll soon forget,
Apologies i'll never get,
Babies come from him and her,
And jealous glares from other girls,
Babies come from boys who cry,
Babies come from girls who lie,
Babies come when,
True love dies
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Sa-rang had always loved Seoul. Her dreams with crowds, around the Han River day and night. It was a place where she felt delighted and safe.
She was a popular, courageous, soju drinker with charming dark eyes and beautiful pink lips. Her friends saw her as a lovely, quiet hero. Once, she even gave a cup of milk to a lost kitten. That's the sort of woman she was.
Sa-rang walked over to the window and reflected on the colorful lights of her surroundings. The moon shined like a spotlight searching for someone.
Then she saw something in the distance. Or rather someone. It was the figure of Ron. He was a daring king from a far off land with blond hair and vast shoulders looking at the water.
Sa-rang gulped. She was not prepared for Ron.
As Sa-rang stepped outside, and Ron came closer, she could see the substantial glint in his blue eyes.
Ron gazed with the affection of 10,000 kittens. He said, in quiet tones, "I love you, and I want love."
Sa-rang looked back, even more surprised and still looking at the enchanted book. "Ron, please stay until the day I die," she replied.
They looked at each other with pleasant smiles. Feelings of love, like two teens, dancing at a very friendly K-POP Concert, which had piano music playing in the background and two admirable young women dancing to the beat.
Sa-rang regarded Ron's blond hair and vast shoulders. "I feel the same way!" revealed Sa-rang with a delighted grin.
Ron looked nervous, his emotions blushing like a red rose he wished he had.
Then Ron came inside for a nice drink of soju.
(C) 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Inside the meaning of ourselves, the poets and songwriters look.
Just the thought of tears makes my spirit hurt!
Always looking, never seeing the words through the rain.
After the dogs of summer stop barking the dreamers breathe,
After the rain of the evening, the poets and songwriters learn.
In the stillness and cool-ness the dreamers rejoice!
All the ghosts have begun humming again.
Beside the river of tears, my mind thinks.
After the rain, sunny memories sing!
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
Where is the misty street?
Action, exhaustion, and noise.
Noisy, cold guys calmly shove an old, small car.
Faith is a grimy street.
Where is the misty car?
Where is the grimy street?
Why does the guy shrink?
Work, anger, and love.
Hoods walk!
The rain runs like a cold hood.
Ooh, hope and faith!
Rainbow buses ride the streets.
Cars talk!
Streets run like cold doors.
Hoods stop like noisy sidewalks.
Action is a black cab ride.
Why does the sidewalk shrink?
Where is the fast cigarette?
Never fight a flower.
Cherry blossoms in spring.
Splendid, bustling night market, Dongdaemun
Bright nights of food and fun.
Arirang playing out loud.
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Cold has arrived;
Tonight I see snow falling from the sky,
It seems like for a thousand lifetimes I have,
Waited to stand before you,
To feel the cold white flakes tickle my nose!
To feel the cold white flakes touch my lips!
It seems like for a thousand lifetimes I have,
Waited to stand in front of you,
The flowers have gone,
The snow is falling like white rose pedals,
Snow flakes falling on the water look like sparking diamonds,
It seems like for a thousand lifetimes I have,
Waited to stand along side of you,
Standing here looking at you covered in pure white,
So cold, so beautiful you are,
Yet! Looking at you, makes my heart feel warm,
Tears fall from my eyes; I missed you,
It seems like for a thousand lifetimes I have waited,
To walk alongside a river named 'Han'.
© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC