On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
......
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
in navy blue dusk
mulberry brushes green grass ~
a scene that's starlit
Muggy summer nights
All around, fireflies laughing
while watching the stars
A Star’s shine gazing through void,
The shine is unique but never rare.
Earth is where we think “it’s a light”,
“Is it orphaned? Is it lost?”
In distant skies, travels lone as far,
As far we can see as a tiny dot.
Gleaming away from infinite night,
Concerns itself to be seen in sight.
it says,
......
in navy blue dusk
mulberry brushes green grass ~
a scene that's starlit
On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
......
(free verse)
Churning nuclear giants
radiating intense heat and brilliance
on astral mirrors of dark still ponds
reflect
as tiny cool mimic stars
❀
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I. Yearning for Control
If I could train emotions like muscle,
fold joy neat, then hide it away-
I'd unwrap it when the world goes cold,
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Beneath the quilt of starlit thread,
Across the skies where comets bled,
I drifted far beyond the blue,
To speak with all the universe knew.
I sat upon a silver ring,
Where Saturn’s whispers softly sing,
And cried aloud to endless night:
"Is there love for me in this life?"
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