인조인간 그녀

한 발명가가 인조인간을 만들었습니다. 하지만 그녀를 만들 때 발명가는 세상을 싫어하는 마음밖에 그녀 안에 넣지 않았습니다. 그녀가 눈을 떴을 때 느끼는 감정이라고는 세상에 대한 분노, 증오, 불만 밖에 없었죠. 그녀는 사람들이 살아가는 방식에 태어날 때부터 싫증이 났고 세상이 돌아가는 방식을 지독히도 싫어했습니다. 그것뿐이였다면 그녀는 그럭저럭 잘 살아갔을 겁니다. 분노와 증오는 그저 그녀를 세상과 멀리하게하는 요소로밖엔 작용 안 했을 테니까요. 하지만 발명가는 아주 큰 실수를 하고 말았어요. 그녀의 감정을 develop 할 때 가장 멀리해야 했을 "사랑받고 싶은 감정"을 넣어버리고 말았으니까요. 자신이 싫어하는 사람들로부터의 사랑에 굶주린 그녀는 아주 고단한 삶을 삽니다. 그녀가 태어날 때부터 이미 그녀 안에 프로그래밍된 부정할 수 없는 이 두 감정들은 둘 다 그 무게가 너무도 커 한쪽으로 치우치지 않았습니다. 한 쪽을 포기하면 쉽게 느슨해질 팽팽한 신경의 끈은 그렇게 평생 그녀 안에서 살았습니다. 그녀는 너무 올곧고 자신의 감정에 솔직하고 자신을 배신하지 못해서 그렇게 매일매일 눈물을 흘리며 죽어갔습니다.

Into the Darkness

Into the darkness I disappear
Amidst a rumbling storm
There is
No light that shines on me.

Into the blackness I disappear so
With the steps I've never taken before,

Silently,

Passionately.

With every step knowing its place
My mind is doubtless
I drop the pen from my hand
The last ever spot of ink on my fingertip,

And here I go
Into the darkness.

Tree of Illusion

Darkness is here.
The old tree still blooms outside,
Shedding its petals away in the wind.
The land is covered
With heaps of its tears
I wonder if there really
is a hard ground underneath.
If I step on them, wouldn't I
fall into a pool of paperly petals?

The darkness was here,
and I have become it.
I can't remember if I have always been a part
Or not.
Through the big old-fashioned window
I see an old tree
It seems very full of life
But I wonder if it's alive.
The darkness here is an absolute one,
turning smallest resemblance of life
into a full illusion.
The world out there
(If I step outside)
Might be as dark as in here
Or simply be a wicked painting
which stood there over the years
But was forgotten what it had looked like.

Title not yet decided...

We are born

But even before we are

We are taught

To deviate from the true way

To be put into boxes

Smaller than the cradle

Where we squirm our body

To find the our space,

But we never do.

Then the edges are cut like jellies

To perfectly fit the frame

Round here, ‘round there

But after the bone-cutting hard work,

The picture looks awkward,

With perfect smile and sad eyes.

Something’s not right

There's one thing missing-

You?

We are born the natural, natural way

But things don’t stay that way

The books tell us to change

But the glances shudder us from

Following our heart

The voices say, “books are virtuous”

But the guts stand in front of the iron gate

Then, we take our lifetime

To break out of the box

And live the already-meant-to-be,

The natural, natural way.

My first complete composition

This is my first composition which I have ever completed. I believe I will make changes later as I am not fully satisfied, but for now it is done well enough to be listened. I composed this piece thinking about my friend who perhaps is my best friend.

Click on the right side link: To my friend

A new poem found

I got this poem from the blog http://hotforjesusformerfundie.blogspot.in

I enjoyed reading it and I hope you do too.

The Bigot's Creed

Believe as I believe -- no more, no less :
That I am right, and no one else, confess ;
Feel as I feel, think only as I think,
Eat what I eat, and drink but what I drink
Look as I look, do always as I do ;
And then, and only then, I'll fellowship with you.

That I am right, and always right, I know,
Because my own convictions tell me so ;
And to be right is simply this : to be
Entirely and in all respects like me.
To deviate a jot, or to begin
To question, doubt, or hesitate, is sin.

Let sink the drowning man, if he'll not swim
Upon the plank that I throw out to him ;
Let starve the famishing, if he'll not eat
My kind and quantity of bread and meat ;
Let freeze the naked, too, if he'll not be
Supplied with garments such as made for me.

'Twere better that the sick should die than live
Unless they take the medicine I give.
'Twere better that sinners perish than refuse
To be conformed to my particular views ;
'Twere better that the world stood still than move
In any other way than that which I approve.

-Anonymous- 

PATHOS OF THE WORLD

Shout the blonde, brunette Hitler
Shout the bitch, brutal son
Slay the men, man of the world
Kill them all, and make things right.

Disputing over the boundary of lawns
These pretty petty human sons
When will you see the point
That there aren't points in this joint?

Many a years did live the sun
It shines the world with one more run
Those dead and gone are the peaceful ones.