Ihy.Isaiah - 1

내 마음의 100퍼센트！

may you never forget me

every man gets his wish

Sérénade - inspiré librement de la Sérénade de Franz Schubert

### Part I: The Seed (The Beginning)
I tried to learn English,  
head clear, night bright.  
Voice from the screen,  
taught me a word, “blocked.”  

### Part II: The First Unfolding (The Lesson)
I tried to learn English,  
head clear, night bright:  
“Blocked,” it said,  
when you’re stuck, no step in sight.  

It’s just a language lesson,  
grammar in a glass,  
with every beer,  
awkward moments pass.  

### Part III: The Second Unfolding (The Struggle)
The voice went on,  
about having a goal,  
to aim at something,  
a project for the soul.  

I wrote it down,  
tried to say something deep,  
then it said “Plastic,”  
and I just looked away.  

### Part IV: The Convergence (The Realization)
“This site aims to teach children,”  
it drones, relentless,  
I sit with my own,  
little plastic bones.  

“Unfortunately,” it whispers,  
“our budget is not enough,”  
and I can’t help but laugh,  
‘cause that’s the real stuff.  

### Part V: The Coda (The Resolution)
Yes, my English gets better,  
with a little bit of wine,  
thoughts get so clear,  
a perfect, straight, and simple line.  

“Blocked” is how I feel,  
when the budget is so low,  
“Plastic” is a feeling,  
where all the dreams can go.

Language Lesson by Lori Yamamoto

Depression Cherry

Wildflower

Teen Dream

Real Love

Agradece

with a woodchopper brain
and a bomb for a heart
i am tearing every single of my little thoughts apart
and i am waiting at the busstop for a bus that dont arrive
and i am realising now that its a metaphor for life
i wear a t shirt that was yours once and now its on my floor
and i am laying in my bed and i can’t get out of my door
and i think ground of floating lava shirts 
are you my newest death?
and then i try to roll onto the floor
to break my own head

and with a bolt scissor hand
and a thigh that is clay
i am shaping a statue that is shaped just like me
i am bleeding on the carpet but the carpet is red
and i am bleeding on my pjs i am bleeding in my bed
and i am sleeping unsoundly i waking in black
i am opening my eyes and feel the shape of world come back
i think im blinded by depression but i know it couldn’t be
yet i feel like im blind cus i can’t see people see me


and now my skull is an ashtray 
cus that is my lunch
eating my feelings so they dont leak out 
chain-smoking menthol cigarettes and laying flat on the ground
hoping i can wake up tomorrow without
the haunting pain that is living i just want to breathe
an air that is air and doesn’t sound like forgive me
i want what i can’t have
and i can’t have what i want
which is for someone to put a gun in my mouth

and with a brain that is mine
and a heart full of shame
i am trying to let go of the balloon that is the blame
and i dont know how to act around the people i know
if i am happy im annoying but if im sad i am alone
i’d do whatever you tell me
i’d melt in the sun
if someone would just give me some directions i’ve got none
cus if i knew what i was doing do you think it would be this?
i am tired of being so tired and feeling like shiiiiit

Woodchipperbrain

Abhi Kuch Dino Se

Better than a chicken jumping rope backwards!

Language Lesson by Lori Yamamoto

Egregious