one day the flowers bloom
one day the winter storm hits
one day it's as warm as fresh bake
one day it's quiet as the rain pouring
gloomy again, smiling again laughing crying yelling hugging
today too, it's just another day will pass, has to pass if today feels not right, grab a hope tomorrow will be happier
it's gonna be another day for sure, everything goes worries, sadness, anger may the happiness cool them all down
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picture by: me
as the time goes by
you come and go as you please
bring the joyful heat of summer,
then come as the stormy winter
blow a warm-chilly breeze of spring,
then shake the autumn leaves
like how i cannot control the wind, i hate that i cannot stop you coming at me i hate that i love your summer and spring i hate that i still like your winter and autumn even if they hurt me even the part of me miss them, i hate it
the flowing wind passes by no matter it is warm or cold, it's just like you no matter it is gentle or disaster, it's just like you and i can't resist it
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little note: 바·람·처·럼 (re: ba·ram·cheo·reom) means 'like the wind' in korean
illustration by: me #poemoftheday #poembynabi
dancing alone at the lake
dreaming about true love
hoping for the better life
they said, “she's beautiful” “she's pure” “sadly... she's weird, losing her mind”
she heard, she knew everyone talked behind her whispered something that should've not been said
her bright self darkened her smile faded her steps stopped
she was a swan who wondered how was life not been trapped in the box
she flew away wherever her white delicate wings brought her searched for enchantment of being free
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illustrated by: me haha
there's a part of a day
when you stop for a while, breathing
even if it's just the body
when the night comes, everything becomes so quiet but just like how yin yang is, others are awake
in this silent time of a day, everything becomes more sensitive even the slightest sound can be heard like how the voice inside my head
shut up no. shut. up. no. shut up! no!
the clock ticks the tok as having a deep conversation with my mind louder and faster my mind starts to race with the time
shut up no. shut up! no! shut. up. no. shut... up.... no... shut.... u....p n...o... shut... no.... .... ... .. .
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i hear the sound of waves through my ears, right to left so comforting, so calming
like someone hugging me placing the hands on my back pat pat pat, little pats won't hurt
as you're standing beside me smiling, staring at the ocean deeply along with the dancing waves
i fall in love again
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illustrated by: me
again, i stare at the ceiling feeling plain thinking about nothing, just silence
the clock ticks, giving a sign that time is still running as fast as magician playing a trick
my breath, is the only sound i can hear tonight just like that, my night slides away
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og date: 200811
rather than asking why, i should find the answer of how i should've not run in a circle of why this, why that i should stop myself from blaming anything, or worse my own self
isn't it better to figure out how to resolve this to calm down the noises in head to find myself again
if i do that, isn't everything gonna be okay again?
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this thought about why or how, i got it from my friend's story. she's in the midst of finding an answer to her problem. when i suggested her to write down everything she wanna tell from her heart and mind, suddenly she said “i should've looked for the answer of how to solve this rather than asked why did they do that to me”. welp, it hit me hard. so, i thanked her for reminding me too. she's right, it will be much better if we ask ourselves how to this and how to that, to get out from the problem. asking why is good too, but sometimes... “why” itself can lead us to be overthinking and ends up we blaming ourselvesㅡ which is not good, eh. we just run in a circle with no exit door. so, yeah. have a good day, everyone! hope you find your problem solving~
illustrated by: me
life, like a wrinkled cloth once you pull out the thread carelessly it's gonna shrink more
but, if you find the entanglement of the thread and straighten it carefully the cloth will be neat as before
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