My One-Eyed Mother

My mom only had one eye. I hated her, she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market.She collected little weeds and such to sell, anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment.There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school..."Your mom only has one eye?!" and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.
Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.

That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's a place that doesn't remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me "What?! Who's this?!"... It was my mother...Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye.
And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out here now!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

A Love Letter by Franz Kafka

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember. All I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Remembering that one extinguished fire with clothing, I took an old coat and threw it on you .

But again the transmutations began and it went so far that you were no longer even there, instead it was I who was on fire and it was also I who beat the fire with the coat.

But the beating didn't help and it only confirmed my old fear that such things can't extinguish a fire of love .

In the meantime, however, the fire brigade arrived and somehow you were saved.

But you were different from before, spectral, as though drawn with chalk against the dark, and you fell, lifeless or perhaps having fainted from joy at having been saved, into my arms.

But here too the uncertainty of transmutability entered, perhaps it was I who fell into someone's arms, maybe in yours .

15 things you probably never thought about....

1. At least five people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least fifteen people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyones would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

Unreliability and Insensitivity of the Senses

Everyone depends on senses for
information and awareness.
When we want to know what
the world is like, we look around
us, listen, taste, smell, touch. 

Even scientific experiments depend on the senses. 

We mix two chemicals and observe what
results, or we let some ball bearings drop 

and observe how they behave. 

Descartes would like this heavy reliance on
sensory observation to stop. 

He admits that for some knowledge
the senses are required. 

For example, I could not know what
books were on my desk if I did
not use my eyes to check.

However, he does not believe that we need sensory input
when doing science. 

In fact, he is convinced that the senses only
mislead us in scientific endeavors. 

Science, he feels, should proceed strictly by
tracing logical connections between ideas of the intellect and
not by observation. 

The senses do not even practically provide us
with the ideas that we use in this reasoning. 

We are born with them already in our minds.
Descartes, therefore, begins the Principles with two skeptical
worries meant to undermine our faith in the senses. 

He points out, first, that our senses systematically mislead us. 

For example, when we view a straight stick through water, it
looks bent; when we view things from a distance we tend to see
them as much smaller than they are, or even as a different shape.

Not only are the senses periodically unreliable, however,
they are also constantly and stubbornly unbelievable. 

When we sleep we often have sensations indistinguishable
from those that we have when we are awake. 

We admit that those dreaming sensations do
not correspond to reality, so why are we any more certain of
our waking sensations? 

our fallen star

they would never understand
what you wanted to do
instead they chose to
ridicule you


when you got weak
they loved the sight
of your dimming
and flickering starlight

how could they understand 

what was so intricate
to be loved by so many,

so intimate

BestFriend til the END

Her name was Bea
She was only five
This is what happened
...When she was alive

Her dad was drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

The Paradox of Our New Millennium

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers,

Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spent more, but have less.

We but more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses, but smaller families.

More conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees, but less common sense,

More knowledge, but less judgment.

More experts, but more problems, 

More medicine but less wellness.

We spend too recklessly, laugh too little,

Drive too fast, get angry too quickly,

Stay up too late, get too tired.

Read too seldom, watch T.V. too much,

and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions,

but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom

And hate too often.

We learned how to make a living, but not a life.

We have added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back,

But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

LETTER FROM SATAN or SANTA?

Dear Comrade,

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.

You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night.

You are so unthankful, I like that about you.

I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine.

Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet.

As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God.

He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.

You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you.

But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell.

That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God.

Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.

Smile with me.

If u see me happy...
don't envy me
don't hate me
just follow me
be like me.
to be happy..
I'm not saying that I don't cry
I do cry.. most of the time
I'm not saying that I never feel burden
I do feel.. all the time
but should I ruin my life... forever?
because of that burden and pain that life throws me?
when I lost my smile, I don't want to waste my energy
to find it back
I prefer to create a new one
when I'm carrying something heavy..
I don't want just to be standing.. and do nothing that burden me
I prefer to take that heavy sacks from my shoulders
put in at the ground
then have a rest..
enjoying the nature..
listening to chirping bird...
exhaling the fresh air...
looking to the serene sky..
till I get my spirit back
to continue my journey
when I found a closed door..

I NEED U

Sometimes all we need is a rain drop  

Coming from the sky

Bringing happiness from the stars 

Giving life to a rose

Relieving us with its voice 

And flowing through a river 

And cleaning all the sadness in our hearts

Sometimes all we need is a smile

Coming from someone we love 

Bringing a warm breeze from the heaven above

Giving joy to our heart

Warming our body and soul

And destroying all the bad feelings 

ignorance

How is it possible? How did it happen?
Don't you know that my heart is crushed? Completely broken.
Why are you always ignoring me?
You are only my angel, my one and only.

Why are you always going away when I'm always walking after you?
Is it because of our exploding issue?
Why can't you look on my eyes?
Is it because of our painful goodbyes?

show your feelings

LIFE is the sun's rebounding in my eyes :
When the night comes with the stars ,
Your eyes in my eyes ;
Walking in the reality of the dreams ...


LOVE is stealing the keys of the heaven from the God :
While the down is coming slowly
Sharing the last drop of the wine with her-him
Sending a 'hello' with the winds to the mountains from the heart ...

My Comet...

He asks me to conquer the outer space

to find sunflower or milky way

they sound outdated for me

I want to discover a new one

and we will name it with our names

we've fasten our seat belt

we are ready to take off

my honor to be his co-pilot

flying with the one I loved

we have a plan to build our world

based on wonderful and supportive words

with hope and desire as his hammers

dreams and delight as his nails

together we will make it true

Masked

Welcome to the mysterious mask of this twisted world
Countless stuck in its dominant grasp, unable to escape it
Probing for meaning and truth, but lost
Hidden behind artificial smiles and materialistic objects of desire, to cloak inner feelings from others
Trapped in the devilish web of social conformity with no way of ever leaving
Running astray from individuality and independence, but afraid of being alone
Scared of your own beliefs that run constantly in your minds, afraid of ridicule from others

If children live with....

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.

If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.

If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.

If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.

If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.

If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.

If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.

If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.

If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.

If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.

If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.

Who do you think you are?

I played every dude to the left because I thought you were right for me,

and stupidly, I couldn’t see what right in front of me.

Lying like the professional you are and trying to switch everything wrong on me,

Boy I don't who you’re really trying to make me out to be.

I knew every little lie you were about to say before you said it,

Because the look on your face sweetie I already read it.

I have to admit, in the beginning I couldn’t see so I let you get the best of me,

So glad I wasn’t dumb and let you get the rest of me.

Please, Wait.

I really feel very bad,
for the feeling for you i had.


I hate you cause you make
me fall in love with you,


but when you leave i break
the faith i have in you.


Remember you said you will
never leave me till I die,


but suddenly you left and
never said me good-bye.


Why you have to leave
why you have to die,


you know its impossible for me
without you to survive.

NO ONE

No one is mine
May be Im not fine,

No one cares for me
No one has tears for me,

No one believes in me

Everyone says "leave me!",

If I ever cry 

No one will even ask me why?

and If I ever die

No one will cry,

No one says "take care"

Everyone says "I don't care",

Things men should never do.

1. Cast rude comments on a woman when she's crying.
2. Laugh at a woman when she does something wrong.
3. Say that another girl is hot or beautiful in front of your partner.
4. Treat your partner badly in front of your friends just to show your manly-hood.
5. Treat a woman badly and with disrespect.
6. Blame your faults on a woman.
7. Joke about breaking up.
8. Deny things that are true.
9. Talk to your partner about your ex.
10. Tell a woman that she's overreacting.
11. Talk to a woman when you're mad.
12. Act like you're right when you're wrong.

"You can find in a text whatever you bring" :A Fable by Mark Twain (1835-1910)

Once upon a time an artist who had painted a small and very beautiful picture placed it so that he could see it in the mirror. He said, "This doubles the distance and softens it, and it is twice as lovely as it was before."

The animals out in the woods heard of this through the housecat, who was greatly admired by them because he was so learned, and so refined and civilized, and so polite and high-bred, and could tell them so much which they didn't know before, and were not certain about afterward. They were much excited about this new piece of gossip, and they asked questions, so as to get at a full understanding of it. They asked what a picture was, and the cat explained.

"It is a flat thing," he said; "wonderfully flat, marvelously flat, enchantingly flat and elegant. And, oh, so beautiful!"

That excited them almost to a frenzy, and they said they would give the world to see it. Then the bear asked:

"What is it that makes it so beautiful?"

"It is the looks of it," said the cat.

This filled them with admiration and uncertainty, and they were more excited than ever. Then the cow asked:

"What is a mirror?"

"It is a hole in the wall," said the cat. "You look in it, and there you see the picture, and it is so dainty and charming and ethereal and inspiring in its unimaginable beauty that your head turns round and round, and you almost swoon with ecstasy."

Dual Me (donyademonya)

I exist in the depths of solitude
Pondering my true goal
Trying to find piece of mind
And still preserve my soul
Constantly yearning to be accepted
And from all receive respect
Never compromising but sometimes risky
And that is my only regret


How can there be peace
A young heart with an old soul
How can I be in the depths of solitude
When there are two inside of me
This duo within me causes the perfect opportunity
To learn and live twice as fast
As those who accepts simplicity

I Cry

Sometimes when I'm alone

I Cry,

Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.

They flow with life but take no form

The Tiger (William Blake)

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night, 
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?


In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare siege the fire?


And what shoulder, and what art 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

Hidden Flame (John Dryden)

I feed a flame within, which torments me

That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me:

'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,

That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;

My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it

Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses, 

But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

The Universal Prayer (Alexander Pope)

Father of all In every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage.
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!


Thou Great First Cause, least understood
Who all my sense confined
To know but this- that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind;


Yet gave me, in the dark estate,
To see the good from ill,
And binding nature fast in fate,
left free the human will.


What conscience dictates to be done
Or warns me not to do-
This teaches me more than hell to shun,
That, more than heaven, pursue