Parliament Aqua 5 Cigarettes
his heart palpitates with each resounding
pulse resonating through the sharp,
pastel room
in which his chest rises and flattens
as the waves retreat into the pores of the shore
with the tears of mine staining the meshed layers
that wrap his arms
tightly
as a cicada in despair
droning for my name,
for the touch of my hands to interlace once again,
a mishap under the knife
motionless with skull left behind
he lives.
in a coma, ready to sink away
I pray.
I pray to let him live, to not
walk but breathe, to
sleep but not wake,
to take me to the past so I could be…
smothered the dying smoke off the tray
smashed the screen off the nights
embraced him a final despairing time
to snuff the waning flame that sits upon the
tepid pool of wax
warmth under the damp sheets,
machine breathing,
chest rising.
I gaze at his darkened silhouette
walking to the evening sun
knowing that he is dreaming.
a life to undo
the blue he has stained.
Elegy to Johnny in “One” by Metallica
ice bullets
piercing through the stifling heat
foliage meshing over the placid blue sky
lying there.
hold my breath as I wish for death
fluttering down my eyes
the dirt from the mine
As the chime of silence
rings
nothing is real but pain
mesh over face
bed under corpse
taken my arms, my legs, my soul
left alone in a chamber of my own
I can’t see but myself
over and over and
Over.
the soft angelic voice
above in the world unseen
murmurs in dreams
as what seems unreal in light
seems real in darkness
can’t seem to remember
the lips of the girl
as gone arms cradle a final time
back and forth
vibrating my mind
all is hell in living death
now the world is gone,
I’m just
One.
Sweating Dasani
that morning hour
water, in crystal streams, softly skim
the ridges of my fingers
as I stare into her,
eyes as lucid
as tap flowing in docile funneled vapors
vivid as the bursting of a firefly
twirling in the damp midnight air
she was,
the flickering of a candle
wavering in that, dusky room
waiting to be reached.
I remember the red streaks in her hair,
the supple lips of her kiss
the warmth as she pressed
each breath eroded in elastic ocean waves
it was first Love.
the bottle slipping out my hand
crashing, carelessly on the floor
I saw
the slicing of my life
the spinning of my mind
as eyes closed
it was
it is
the dawn
where I
took flight
and tapped
the dis-
-tant light
of Bliss.
David Kim is a high school student attending an International School in South Korea who has a passion for writing. He is currently working hard to build his portfolio for university applications. When he is not writing, David can be found listening to music, playing video games, or exploring new places in the city. He is excited to see where his writing journey takes him and hopes to share his work with others through your publication.