(from "Ignorance Of A Butterfly")

(from 'a wilderness')

in the middle of the world's darkest and most solitary wilderness,

I am just standing still alone.

I cannot sink down.

I have to keep looking

for the light, which is invisible.

as the frigid wind blows,

I tore all the clothes

I was wearing to shreds.

I couldn't get over it without shivering

and feeling the cold more

and more severely.

(from "on the settled life") sitting against a little light in the dark struck across a flash of strange feeling with a sinking heart, I turned my face and there, behind the empty space, remained only the familiar scenery if a stranger was standing there, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant through the body weakness, ignorance, cowardly hope, cowardly belief, unlike all of those that stays in only slight desires, the sin of unnaturalness would run rampant

(from "An Artist")

An artist is not who's beautiful.

An artist is who makes a mess.

I have a poor mind and always struggled with grasping causality.

Instead of writing, made a mess.

Instead of an artist, became a pathetic fool.

(from "Velleity")

Maybe you're right,

I would have to liberate myself from them.

A mere velleity, a little hope, that suffice for me,

but among you, with you, I also might have to make something of my life.

(from "the flaming stillness")

time flows like water

mother died one day

nights go deeper and deeper

when night comes, every past

and future death comes

along with darkness

and silence

no longer human 'cause

couldn't save the cat while

drifting under the scorching sun

though a boat trapped in hell of stillness

isn't allowed to have a heart,

being soaked in the sea of oblivion

caused committing an indelible sin

tears of the unqualified

are just like

sounds

everything 

is just

like cavity

and regret

(from "The Last Poetry")

The scene was literally being exploded with rage

and the darkness was so murky as to make an ominous color.

Eventually, she pushed the opponent away

and as the door closed, she laid back in bed

and took an unsightly posture.

She seemed to be trying to sleep.

The artificial rays disappeared along with the opponent,

but the murky colored darkness remained in the place.

(from "A Writer and a Lighter") I wanted to set fire to his eyebrows.

But he doesn't have any.

I didn't want any other hairs on his body.

So I threw away my lighter.

Instead, decided to be a writer.

I wanted to set fire to his mind at least.

(from "What the Azure Smoke Tells Me") sunlight which was so bright that could draw in bloods from vampires' lips with their curses

(from "The Faithful Heart") Couldn't get closer to anything with staying still, so I got scared when I saw a bad poetry. At the heads of fools, gonna gather bones of peaches and throw'em, and then giggle and laugh for you sons of bitches.

(from "normal people")

who don't know how to close eyes

and to play dumb in front of injustice,

who don't talk about greed, but justice,

who disclose the unreasonable matters

that have no bearing on their own comfort,

who are not useful to themselves, above all,

who recoginize the slightest hint of their stupidity,

they never forgive those at all.