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60 days till jin

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I misss the tannies

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You Wish Me Dead

I do not wish to be understood

I do not fear being bled,

I’d just take a cigarette,

Ignore all you’ve said

You could pay no heed to all I’ve uttered

Penumbras will spread

Mountains will bend

Oceans will regret

But, your words won’t prompt me dead

I am a piece of bread dried and crumbling away against a wooden plank

I am a star too far away for the naked eye to see

I am a drop of precipitation on the outside of a hot chalice of poison

I am an orange membrane clinging onto the pieces left of my sanity

I am an altar smashed into pieces of incoherence,

I am an envelope unsealed yet still forgotten under your desk

I do not wish to be understood

You could ignore all I’ve said

Laugh at my love

Tear apart at pieces of my soul

Make humour of what is left off of me

But, I am unattainable like a forgotten burning orb of gas

But, I am un-stainable like a dirtied rag of tarnished fabric

But I am untouchable like a rotten rubble of sun-washed loaf

I do not wish to be understood

You could ignore all I’ve said

Dance around what makes me who I am

Question all that I’ve ever been

Stomp on the corners of my heart

But, I’ve seen death

I’ve seen darkness

I’ve seen light

I’ve seen rainbows

With my very eyes

So..

Hammer me down

Pressure me into incredulity

Wash me away with disbelief

For, I will bend as the murky waters of a lake washed away with factory remains does

For, I will ease as the branches of an oak tree against the waves of the wind does

For, I will sway as the creases of a dress does against the pain of the voiceless ground

So…

Mutate me into particles of void-less atoms

Trample over me into a plate of nothingness

Pulverise me into a mass of dusk

It won’t prompt me dead

I’ve licked death over and over like a child does a lolly

I’ve attached myself to the lips of insanity before the universe’s creation crashed in a bang

I’ve thrust against the pelvis of mania like shadows burrow into the narrow petals of light

Misunderstand me

Like pigs that fly over metal-embellished fences,

Misunderstood caterpillars only crawl their way up society and become butterflies of mischief

Ignore all I have said

It won’t prompt me dead

It’s on you

Silly little magpie of apprehension

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my entire heart right here

© magicshop

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You Wish Me Dead

I do not wish to be understood

I do not fear being bled,

I’d just take a cigarette,

Ignore all you’ve said

You could pay no heed to all I’ve uttered

Penumbras will spread

Mountains will bend

Oceans will regret

But, your words won’t prompt me dead

I am a piece of bread dried and crumbling away against a wooden plank

I am a star too far away for the naked eye to see

I am a drop of precipitation on the outside of a hot chalice of poison

I am an orange membrane clinging onto the pieces left of my sanity

I am an altar smashed into pieces of incoherence,

I am an envelope unsealed yet still forgotten under your desk

I do not wish to be understood

You could ignore all I’ve said

Laugh at my love

Tear apart at pieces of my soul

Make humour of what is left off of me

But, I am unattainable like a forgotten burning orb of gas

But, I am un-stainable like a dirtied rag of tarnished fabric

But I am untouchable like a rotten rubble of sun-washed loaf

I do not wish to be understood

You could ignore all I’ve said

Dance around what makes me who I am

Question all that I’ve ever been

Stomp on the corners of my heart

But, I’ve seen death

I’ve seen darkness

I’ve seen light

I’ve seen rainbows

With my very eyes

So..

Hammer me down

Pressure me into incredulity

Wash me away with disbelief

For, I will bend as the murky waters of a lake washed away with factory remains does

For, I will ease as the branches of an oak tree against the waves of the wind does

For, I will sway as the creases of a dress does against the pain of the voiceless ground

So…

Mutate me into particles of void-less atoms

Trample over me into a plate of nothingness

Pulverise me into a mass of dusk

It won’t prompt me dead

I’ve licked death over and over like a child does a lolly

I’ve attached myself to the lips of insanity before the universe’s creation crashed in a bang

I’ve thrust against the pelvis of mania like shadows burrow into the narrow petals of light

Misunderstand me

Like pigs that fly over metal-embellished fences,

Misunderstood caterpillars only crawl their way up society and become butterflies of mischief

Ignore all I have said

It won’t prompt me dead

It’s on you

Silly little magpie of apprehension

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2024? What’s Up?! - 26th March, 2024

♡ It’s been two years ever since I forgot about this newspaper-style tumblr-entry thingy majig of mine.. Well- I’m back! For how much longer? Who knows…

♡ Life has been good.. I’ve been good.. I miss the tannies so much! Jsjsj!! I can’t believe Jin is coming back in around three months.. this is crazy.. I was hoping for time to pass by quickly.. but, damn.. look at where we are.. a blink of an eye.. and it’s 2024?! Crazy.. truly..

♡ Yes, I’ve become quite the scattered-brain recently.. 🤷‍♂️.. I’ve also become more chaotic.. a bit more wise, I think

♡ Also.. I went to a dog cafe two weeks ago.. found a dog that looked like holly.. one like yeontan.. and one like mickey (forgot to take a picture of the pup though).. also.. I can’t believe monie (joon’s pup) passed away last year.. time does fly by like crazy.. oh- man

♡ Anyhow.. this is where the entry ends :D

♡ What more can I say!

♡ Dear reader, I shall meet you again whenever I do.. might be yet again, two years from now for all I know.. I hope you have missed me

♡ Anyhow.. it is time for I, to go back into hibernation :D

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Should start this again for fun

FLUFFY TIME

♡ 12/11/21 - Hello

♡ 13/11/21 - Writing, Writing and Writing

♡ 28/11/21 - Finally

♡ 7/12/21 - Bangtan… What?

♡ 7/2/22 - Books.. Books… Books

♡ 16/7/22 - I’m in this Bangtan Shit for Life

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I’m in this Bangtan Shit for Life - July 16th, 2022

♡ Goodness me oh my, dear listener.. It has been a rather long time since I have written in my column. Hasn’t it?

♡ A lot has happened since my last record.. The break from making music together, a whole entire album (proof), Hobi’s album! My goodness, what a ride it has been..

♡ I completely have forgotten how I have written all my previous records.. Therefore, do excuse how different my wording is from then :]

♡ First of all, a part of me have always known that along the way.. their (the tannie’s) message for the world was getting blurred down into colours of messily constructed visions. I stuck by though, because I trust these seven men with my entire life (to me, their my everything - however silly that may be). It’s not that I hated dynamite, butter or permission to dance. Sometimes, I like listening to songs simply because they make my day a little brighter - not because of the message it has. Sometimes, my brain needs a break from interpreting lyrics.

♡ Okay, enough about me and onto “Jack in the Box”.. Jung Hoseok - artist, producer, singer, song writer, etc. Hobi really meant it when he wanted to show us how serious he is about his music with this album. He did just that and more?! The flow of the album, the lyrics, the beats, the rhythm, the message, the emotions.. My man just blew the entire music industry away and left it in shreds by some old man’s dirty side walk. Jung Hoseok, oh the human you are!

♡ Anyhow, take care.. dear listener.. See you, when I see you.. hehe

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Man- I miss the tannies

(Look at the pup I saw at a dog cafe)

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I can’t read straight shit anymore

:]

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My engagement going 📉📉📉

But I can’t be bothered… because tumblr is dead.. and I’m only still posting on here, because it helps me find my poems quicker

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Something is cooking

POEM BOX

Other Poem Box

♡ Like A Painting

♡ You Wish Me Dead

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Like A Painting - 그림처럼

A/N: I wrote this a year ago.. the reason why there is a korean title attached here as well is because… well… the inspiration behind this poem was actually the saying 그림처럼.. a phrase used often when someone gazes upon something of beauty.. anyways.. anyhow.. happy women’s day.. I hope you enjoy

She refuses to accumulate deep within her a child

You’ll regret it, they start with

What are you without your womb, they end indirectly with

What am I without myself, she thinks

For as she buttons up her skin and rises above their heads

She realises

They’ll never see her as the woman with wings as her reflection speaks

On the ground, in their convoluted minds she’ll always be

But what can a few convulsions and conversations of the what-nots and what-ifs not fix

And even if stagnant on the ground she remains

Standing is a feat that she can always beat herself to

And in that way

She’ll never be below them

For, even if she has to crawl her way back up

She refuses to lay lifeless on the ground

She’s been doing it for quite too long

After a while, you get weary and tired of doing anything

So, imagine not doing anything,

So, imagine being nothing but a pretty caricature on the walls

Imagine

Imagine how paralysing it would be for a human to stay still and play pretend

As a painting

As a picture

As an ideal

Her whole life she was expected to play a role

The altruistic mother who cradles her child to sleep,

The elder sister who stands as still as a mountain for her family to reach the sky

The deligent coworker who gets pushed aside despite building empires with her bare hands

But seasons come and go

And change is good for the heart

Therefore, she refuses to stick to the ground

Therefore, she refuses

No..

Therefore, she clearly will not be sticking to the strange principles that have been injected into her head

It’s all she has known

That was what she thought

But the world is broad

And all she has known is not all that is to know

They say that is how life is supposed to be for people like her

But everyday a tadpole learns how to jump and a caterpillar learns how to fly

For as they say, pain is the mother of success

Change is the mother of survival

Better and bolder

Brighter and Wiser

People grow

People age

People learn

People crawl

People walk

People run

People find ways to fly

They are peasants with high hats pretending to be Confucius

But filial piety is not much of a pity compared to all the bruises on her heart that they cannot see

So she leaps away

Away from the beautiful painting she has been entrapped in

For even with perfect strokes you cannot overlook the mistakes of this stupid ideal that have been glossed over with paint

She stares at the world she has known

She walks away

For all that she has known

Is not all that is to know

For all that she has believed to be true

Is not all that is true

This painting isn’t warm

This painting isn’t cold

Her forehead is warm

Her hands are cold

But..

She’ll recover

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Like A Painting - 그림처럼

A/N: I wrote this a year ago.. the reason why there is a korean title attached here as well is because… well… the inspiration behind this poem was actually the saying 그림처럼.. a phrase used often when someone gazes upon something of beauty.. anyways.. anyhow.. happy women’s day.. I hope you enjoy

She refuses to accumulate deep within her a child

You’ll regret it, they start with

What are you without your womb, they end indirectly with

What am I without myself, she thinks

For as she buttons up her skin and rises above their heads

She realises

They’ll never see her as the woman with wings as her reflection speaks

On the ground, in their convoluted minds she’ll always be

But what can a few convulsions and conversations of the what-nots and what-ifs not fix

And even if stagnant on the ground she remains

Standing is a feat that she can always beat herself to

And in that way

She’ll never be below them

For, even if she has to crawl her way back up

She refuses to lay lifeless on the ground

She’s been doing it for quite too long

After a while, you get weary and tired of doing anything

So, imagine not doing anything,

So, imagine being nothing but a pretty caricature on the walls

Imagine

Imagine how paralysing it would be for a human to stay still and play pretend

As a painting

As a picture

As an ideal

Her whole life she was expected to play a role

The altruistic mother who cradles her child to sleep,

The elder sister who stands as still as a mountain for her family to reach the sky

The deligent coworker who gets pushed aside despite building empires with her bare hands

But seasons come and go

And change is good for the heart

Therefore, she refuses to stick to the ground

Therefore, she refuses

No..

Therefore, she clearly will not be sticking to the strange principles that have been injected into her head

It’s all she has known

That was what she thought

But the world is broad

And all she has known is not all that is to know

They say that is how life is supposed to be for people like her

But everyday a tadpole learns how to jump and a caterpillar learns how to fly

For as they say, pain is the mother of success

Change is the mother of survival

Better and bolder

Brighter and Wiser

People grow

People age

People learn

People crawl

People walk

People run

People find ways to fly

They are peasants with high hats pretending to be Confucius

But filial piety is not much of a pity compared to all the bruises on her heart that they cannot see

So she leaps away

Away from the beautiful painting she has been entrapped in

For even with perfect strokes you cannot overlook the mistakes of this stupid ideal that have been glossed over with paint

She stares at the world she has known

She walks away

For all that she has known

Is not all that is to know

For all that she has believed to be true

Is not all that is true

This painting isn’t warm

This painting isn’t cold

Her forehead is warm

Her hands are cold

But..

She’ll recover

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I forgot how good this song was

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POEM BOX

Other Poem Box

♡ Like A Painting

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POEM BOX

Other Poem Box

♡ Like A Painting

♡ You Wish Me Dead