I looked his way once.
It was like he was pulling me over
in a deepening sense of captivity;
Like a dream,
I never realized when I got here.
I couldn't just take my eyes away yet.
A smile that twisted into a smirk.
Knowing all too well what I feel.
It can't be true, can it?
So far away it is between me and you
and it burns so bright;
I am molten.
It's not even a language I understand.
I could hardly care.
It makes me wonder if it's really wrong to fall in love
with perfection.
Even though it is subjective.
It may be an illusion.
Is that what makes them so powerful?
Drowning, breath locked in my chest;
sensations rise to the consciousness
in the heart of the storm.
hardly a reaction,
something that comes from so afar.
Lust, if not love, has more than one language.
Simple enough to deliver to a starving audience.
so hard to think it's like a show that is not happening each time I replay.
Charged with an emotion so strong,
a chiselled personality in a moulded structure
a sloppy smile could rob a breath.
A sincere one could make it all the more complicated.
Who do you think of when you sing those painful deep word?
Can it be hard to feel something you don't quite understand from a distance?
Even though it's what's sold to you,
you take in all you can.
It's not enough.
It never is.
Every moment is
this deepening sea of thought,
waves of happiness,
realization,
truth
and hope.
Who cares about this distance?
and the fact that there is no real contact.
But it is so close.
goes in with the air I breathe.
yet so far away. It can't be real.
The light and real humor that turns notes into a
cluster of stars by a large body of water.
they spread out into the water, glitter and rippling all through it.
Emotion too real,
I know when they say 'someone is a good singer'.
You can feel the emotions to your tippy toes.
And be drowned in it head first without a regret
each time.
A want to be completed without compromising;
and be just a little bit brighter at the moment,
but feel a fierce warmth that grips the heart.
Silently I will sing the meaning with tears in my eyes.
Innocence only sells in the world of adults;
the glint of a dark eye makes it all the more mature.
Painting so much of your emotion
onto colourless melodies
floating away in an unfathomable dream.
moving to a beat that hipnotizes even the stray eye;
doing what comes naturally.
It has to be natural to be this.....perfect.
(A poem written as a fan-poem for the Korean performer Xiah Junsu.)
It was like he was pulling me over
in a deepening sense of captivity;
Like a dream,
I never realized when I got here.
I couldn't just take my eyes away yet.
A smile that twisted into a smirk.
Knowing all too well what I feel.
It can't be true, can it?
So far away it is between me and you
and it burns so bright;
I am molten.
It's not even a language I understand.
I could hardly care.
It makes me wonder if it's really wrong to fall in love
with perfection.
Even though it is subjective.
It may be an illusion.
Is that what makes them so powerful?
Drowning, breath locked in my chest;
sensations rise to the consciousness
in the heart of the storm.
hardly a reaction,
something that comes from so afar.
Lust, if not love, has more than one language.
Simple enough to deliver to a starving audience.
so hard to think it's like a show that is not happening each time I replay.
Charged with an emotion so strong,
a chiselled personality in a moulded structure
a sloppy smile could rob a breath.
A sincere one could make it all the more complicated.
Who do you think of when you sing those painful deep word?
Can it be hard to feel something you don't quite understand from a distance?
Even though it's what's sold to you,
you take in all you can.
It's not enough.
It never is.
Every moment is
this deepening sea of thought,
waves of happiness,
realization,
truth
and hope.
Who cares about this distance?
and the fact that there is no real contact.
But it is so close.
goes in with the air I breathe.
yet so far away. It can't be real.
The light and real humor that turns notes into a
cluster of stars by a large body of water.
they spread out into the water, glitter and rippling all through it.
Emotion too real,
I know when they say 'someone is a good singer'.
You can feel the emotions to your tippy toes.
And be drowned in it head first without a regret
each time.
A want to be completed without compromising;
and be just a little bit brighter at the moment,
but feel a fierce warmth that grips the heart.
Silently I will sing the meaning with tears in my eyes.
Innocence only sells in the world of adults;
the glint of a dark eye makes it all the more mature.
Painting so much of your emotion
onto colourless melodies
floating away in an unfathomable dream.
moving to a beat that hipnotizes even the stray eye;
doing what comes naturally.
It has to be natural to be this.....perfect.
(A poem written as a fan-poem for the Korean performer Xiah Junsu.)
