13 January 2009
Posted By Jiyeon Lee
In Poetry
My life is an empty notebook just waiting for something worthwhile. Something succulent, something true, something sensible. Something that I can wrap my arms around and appreciate every moment of every second. Something that I can hide with me in my pocket so that no one will know.
I want my own little piece of the rainbow to take with me when I run around the countryside through fields of tall grass that makes me feel so small. I want to breathe the air and feel satisfaction and delight. I want a life of sparkling memories that I can bottle up and keep forever. Never, never, never. Something of radiance and beauty and simplicity and complexity. Something that will create luminosity in my life of darkness.
Reality and symmetry and serenity are my pursuit of life. I need an ocean wave to come and pick me up, to whisper “hello” and never say goodbye until the end of forever. Forever and ever and ever. And I sit here in nonbeing. Something is never nothing. Nothing is always something. And I am here. Not nothing. Not something. Not anything at all, just another page ripped out of your dirty, disheveled notebook that you tossed away that rainy day. That grey, cold day.
To open my eyes and see sunrays and daffodils and glistening vivacity would be a thrill. I sit here in movement and excitement and never go back.
I want to see without blindness. I want to hear without dim. I want to feel without numbness. I want to open my mouth and utter four little words: “And there was light.”
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13 January 2009
Posted By Jiyeon Lee
In Poetry
i keep attempting, trying, waiting, sitting,
here alone among the wooden walls of my confined space,
thinking and wishing, simply contemplating.
imagining? perhaps; of a potential, yet dubious, form of reality,
one that i cannot seem to gain access to; no, it’s a
world of freedom and joy,
of charismatic wonders, oh!
it’s pulling me in, these elements—so unfamiliar to me, so
unrecognizable.
It’s impossible to resist, this unexplainable force that
i am being drawn, pulled, dragged towards, against my will.
the inner marvels of this dream, this hope and
unwanted exasperation
is empowering, overpowering me.
so why not take me along? –
i have no other choice, no, not now.
i must only follow the path,
so intricate and undeniable,
as you.
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13 January 2009
Posted By Jiyeon Lee
In Poetry
dear lisa, how does it feel to have
a smile plastered and painted on your face, not unlike
a personality smothered onto you to hide what’s
really inside?
your creator was an artist, drew that subtle smile (a discrete one, in fact)
it hides so many mysteries, leaves me to wonder in awe at your
everlasting smile that shows happiness,
or perhaps even a smile that hides some deep
labyrinth of your soul?
show me, lisa, what your true intentions of that smile,
is it happiness or pleasure? song or art,
concealed behind that smile, those unwary eyes?
share what you’re thinking, dear mona, i promise i will listen with eagerness,
i’ll absorb your thoughts, your feelings of ecstasy and grief.
and you can then hear,
hear with your ears that are hidden behind those deep brown curls,
my story, too.
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13 January 2009
Posted By Jiyeon Lee
In Poetry
Though outside, you may be gone;
Inside you will always live on.
Feelings repressed.
Feelings oppressed, compressed.
Feelings detracted, feelings retracted and compacted
Knowing you has changed my life
Never telling you how I feel;
Friendship, at times, slippery as an eel.
Though monetarity has never been my…
-speciality?
I can truly say, without lacking or depravity…
-of emotion
that
Knowing you has changed my life.
Together we hid in solitude;
Hermits in the shell of servitude.
Obeying society, morality, peers,
And most importantly, obeying fears.
Fear that…
Fear of…,.
Not knowing the words to say,
Lacking the capacity to portray
that
You bring joy to all my strife
If we live life to feel,
And we jest outwardly to hide,
We’ll never know it’s all real;
Whether, by the laws, we should abide.
But, if there is one thing I can do
One thing, with utter certainty, never want to unscrew,
It is the threading of our knowledge,
And the experiences we have, everything we share.
You have to put it all into one teddy bear,
And cherish it for your entire life.
One thing I always needed to say,
that
I’m glad you’re in my life.
You bring joy to all my strife
I’m running out of paper,
But never out of words
To describe what I think.
If I had one thousand years,
Maybe more;
I would still shed tears
for want of your
Time
To tell you what I mean,
To wipe away my faults,
And leave a brand new sheen.
The word Love is very powerful
The word Love is very strong
One thing I Can say
Is that you will Never be wrong
Following your heart.
Listen.
It will never lead you astray.
I’m sorry this has ended,
Mad with myself for letting it get this far,
I hope that one day all will be mende.
I want to thank you for everything,
I want to find a way.
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