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 Oct 2017 Gyuwon
Born
When nobody thought that your words
Were worth a dime  
still remember that
The world needs poets

When she lost her child
But still Clinging on her remains
and the once beauty eyes are now pale
and words stuck on her throat
You'll remember that
The world needs poets

When you got down on one knee
and the look on her face
rendered you speechless
You'll know that
The world needs poets


When the world is burning
democracy on trial
and your rights assumed
You'll wish that
The world knew a poet

When your heart bleeds
and memories suffocate you
cause every season is like winter without him
and a voice inside you asks
"did you think being a lover was easy"?
then you'll know that
Only a poet can answer that question
 Oct 2017 Gyuwon
Panda Boy
A well
Descending, descending.
My descent,
Darkness
Everywhere,
Madness
Every me.
One’s mind can be lost,
Non existent,
Floating in nothingness.

When reaching out
We fear
Something
Someone
May take us away,
Grasp our hand out of nowhere,
But take us where?
Take me from where?!
This really is a funny joke,
My life
Yes!
Oh dear!
Take me away from this dark place
That is my own mind and…

Plunge me into the oblivion;
Madness.
I do not deserve this corruption;
Madness?
What…
No,
Who am I missing?
Not her. For she is happy now.
Then myself?

I look up.
No light comes from the top
A well
With no rope or bucket
Is like insanity.
You can go in
But once you do
Escape is futile
The only way now is down.
 Oct 2017 Gyuwon
Delanie
Cough
 Oct 2017 Gyuwon
Delanie
Well, I've been coughing fires again.
Scorched the forest and frightened the owls from their burrows---
they fly across the sky like rushing stars.
And the deer, like schools of fish, scatter between the melting trees,
as waves of fire swallow the space behind them.
This is destruction.
Love is destruction.
I don't want to destroy anymore.
But you kiss me, and my heart ignites,
followed by a warm tickle in my throat.
Oh god.
Small sparks escape my mouth,
and float up to the sky like paper lanterns.
“Don’t you dare,” I tell myself.
But the coughing starts again,
and you disappear into the flames---
as I expel them from my lungs.
 Oct 2017 Gyuwon
Liz Carlson
You.
I really don't get you.
You walk around like you own this town
and you put on an act to look cool.
I've seen your true self once or twice,
and that image you put up; isn't it.
Why can't you be yourself?
Or is this yourself and I'm being judgmental?

You're just a fake.
You live for the Instagram and recognition,
but act like you don't care.
You're just a fake.
I know there's someone real underneath all of that,
can't you let him breathe?

I'm sick of these teenage boys.
Can't they grow up already?

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