Cutting the skin until it bleeds
I still have old-fashioned ideas.
Aung Mye, treading on the ground,
Not cutting your nails at home
Not getting a haircut on your birthday,
I have a pre-written destiny to meet.
I'm feeling upbeat.
I'm exhausted.
But my sexuality is particularly aroused,
But for five minutes a day
I still have the desire to practice Vipassana.
Even though I love equality,
The beggar came and grabbed my shoulder.
I jumped up in surprise, wiped my shoulder with a tissue.
But when he left, I burst into tears.
I am sitting alone by the riverbank.
I looked at the river and threw stones into it.
I climb the mountain and see the scenery.
I am for the people before my name.
But I don't know what to do.
I want to curse again.
How will I be?
Don't ask me how I'll be.
How will I be?
You tell me.
20, May, 2015
Date night
As soon as the plane lands
The plane took off.
Which view do you like better?
When I hear the bird chirping
Do you want to see the bird?
Such questions
By me
I've never answered in my entire life.
Just say you're done with girls.
What do you like, hun?
Have you finished eating?
I'm asking if you love me..
etc.
Is this simple?
Questions like a restless monkey
Coming out of the snake pit
Aren't you feeling refreshed?
August, 2016.
Bombing
The coffee you're about to drink is a big scar.
The rice bowls that you will eat will be touched.
I'm getting hurt again.
Hold on to the books.
Blood came out.
The shirt has a fear of the dark.
Rainbows are on their faces.
They bend over so that nothing can come up.
Although we didn't see these until the bomb exploded,
I see children playing.
Bullets are piercing the sun.
Because of the crowd watching the sunset
The dog must not bark at the sound of thunder.
The sun has set as a political ploy.
Until the bomb explodes, the bomb is like a mother to her son.
To see the children smile.
Father's hands
On the other hand, crime
On the shoulders of children
To kick food down the throat
Only the leg muscles
Telling stories
The villains in the story are mothers.
The bomb exploded before it exploded.
It hasn't been lifted yet.
In the darkness, the leaves are bloodless and silent.
A bird returning to its nest and chicks.
I've already lost my life.
Until the bomb explodes
Just poking a gourd with your finger will make it rot.
Still lying to children..
2015.
