Tag: writing
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Big News
Big news: I’m moving: both IRL and online. As I step into a new chapter of full-time travel and writing, I’ll be sharing my thoughts, stories, and updates here. I hope to see you soon! xo, A. Song
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Wish Come True
You shot across the sky and upon you I wished, For you, Sowon, and your happiness. You look to be Three years small our bond matrilineal. Tender as you make your way Close to me, in a crawl. The soft tendrils of the carpet brush underneath us Criss-cross applesauce. The sun peers in from the…
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Do you believe in Fate?
Colloquy of Heart & Mind Without skipping a beat, my heart says, “Yes, I do. & what about you? Mind? Do you believe in fate too?” “Do you believe love waits, that it finds a a way?” “Yes, if it’s true” says the mind That of the divine, ‘ever thine, ever mine’ When two souls…
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Fibonocci’s Daughter
1.6180339887… Fibonocci’s Daughter One turn around the sun from seedling to sprout. Two more basking in his gold rays spilled into me, his warmth. Three petals opening, gleaming in his pride. Five more to follow, perfect, in line. I nuzzled into him, mirrored his burning. Eight more, luxurious rings unfurling in his life. Thirteen, but…
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Cheolchin’s Dream
We met for the first time in a taemong. Like a goddess fractaled by the sun’s reflection on water, you reached for me into the riverbank, I shone through the shadowed water below. In your eyes, I glimmered with perfection, a reflection of you, filling your hands with promise and potential of the perfect ddal. Then, with…
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November
I fear I’ve lost someone so near In my heart, the space she’s earned I can’t— I won’t put to words Just to leave them here But I’ll speak to her, my tone sincere You’re perfect. (You were perfect)
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I Believe in Perfection
People say that perfection doesn’t exist,But I believe it does.Perfection simply looks different for everyone. To obtain “My Perfect” there are some things I do:I lead my life with love,Try my best,& speak the truth. I act as listener, more than I do speaker,I let everyone be my teacher.The student within me questions everything,Bringing clarity…
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Can Joy Be a Worthy Muse?
I wrote once: “I write my bestwhen I feel my worst—So please,fall in love with me again,then bring us to an end.Make my heart break openHelp me write again.” But what if I stopped waitingfor ruin to feel real? What if joy could stretch just as wide?What if stillness held something, too?What if there’s art…
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Or maybe i’m just tired and it’s raining
Unfinished thoughts from a melodramatic journal My mother says it’s something she felt for a week, then went for a walk and never felt again. I tried to tell her about this awful pit my body seems to crave returning to, like a sick homeostasis. A numb, painful emptiness that I know I’ll come back…
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Questions On Love
What I know to be love—will it feel the same in years to come? My first and only love enveloped me in a whirlwind of romance, whimsy, and dreamy allure—things I’d only ever fantasized about before. Yet, beneath it all lingered a sensation that made me question whether I truly deserved it. What I once…
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