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The tape doesn’t stick to the wall

the tape doesn’t stick to the wall

the tape doesn’t stick to the wall

The poster keeps falling, keeps falling, over and over and over again

It wakes me up from slumber

It wakes me up and I get up

I’m sick of putting it back on the wall

It just doesn’t stick

I’m sick of putting it back

But I don’t want to not put it back

I want the poster on the wall

My posters on the wall

Still I don’t put on new tape

New tape still won’t make them stick to the wall

My walls are greasy or dirty or something

The tape doesn’t stick to the wall.

I put it back up and I put it back up but the tape doesn’t stick to the wall


A/N: Well this is random. It's a poem about exactly what it sounds like: my posters falling because the tape doesn't stick properly. But it could be a metaphor for something. I don't know. I'm on a weird mood, angsty and bored. Kind of lonely but I don't want to hang out with people either.
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it's us.

I’m a shoe. And you’re a traffic sign.

First I was worn well by someone who wore socks and had nice smelling feet. Someone who only walked along the nice paved roads.

You were the traffic sign, painted with bright colors, giving instructions, telling me where to go. You were tough, and I could lean on you when I was tired. You never complained.

But then I was worn by someone else. Someone who stuck their bare, smelly feet in carelessly and walked along the muddy paths. Their nails dug in me from the inside, their routes dirtied me from the outside.

I cried. Oh, I cried.

My tears fell down, and they made you rusty. Made you harsh on the outside and fragile on the inside.

I was a cigarette butt. Thrown away, useless. Burning quietly on the ground.

The person wearing me, they stepped on it. They put out the flame, and I let them. I was the shoe that stepped on my flame.

But you. You still had a flame. You were scorching hot and I needed it. I was afraid of it, it would burn me. But I needed you. The burns on my skin will never hurt as much as the mud.

A soft pillow will suffocate just as much as the rope. You’re not soft. Never have been, aren’t now.

So… You’ll still hold me, right? ‘Cause you’re… You’re not beautiful either. Maybe it was my fault, maybe it was yours. But you’re bruised, I’m scarred. We’re not beautiful.

So you’ll embrace me, right? You’ll burn me with your flame and I’ll taint you with my mud. It won’t break me, I promise.

Just because, we.

It’s us.

I’m a shoe and you’re a traffic sign. Not the same, but not from completely different worlds either.

It’s just that… You never complain.


A/N: This is again one of those things that were in my head for a few days before I finally wrote it down. I'm not sure if the message gets conveyed in the way I meant it to, but even though I wanna explain it I won't because stuff like this shouldn't be explained.
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Should I eat the sunlight

A/N: I read a pantoum poem (actually more than one) and was inspired to try it out myself. I wrote two but the other one is not so good so I'm just posting this one. I first thought it might be boring or difficult to write regular poems but it was actually fun and worked out pretty easily for me, it took me maybe five minutes to write this. The original thought was that it was dinner time but I wasn't hungry. How that turned into this is a mystery of my brain.


The clock strikes five
I guess it’s time to eat
I feel no hunger
But time is passing by

I guess it’s time to eat
Carrots and potatoes
But time is passing by
Should I eat the sunlight

Carrots and potatoes
As if those will fill me
Should I eat the sunlight
It will never end

As if those will fill me
I need something more so I can say
It will never end
I wish for eternity, still.

I need something more so I can say
I feel no hunger
I wish for eternity, still
The clock strikes five
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Keep on smiling (as you break my heart)

Title: Keep on smiling (as you break my heart)
Pairing: onesided!Qmi
Rating: PG
Word count: 4,160
Summary: Zhoumi joins SJ-M. He has the brightest smile ever and an amazing voice and a sweet personality. How can someone not fall for him? It just makes Kyuhyun wonder if Zhoumi thinks that way about him too.
A/N: How can my first qmi story be onesided? Why oh why did I make it that way? I've been writing this (with several weeks in between writing times) since some time in June, and I finally came to the conclusion that I'm never gonna be completely satisfied with how this is so I just have to post it now. Also I just realized that Ryeowook and Donghae are like the only other members mentioned and there's no reason behind it (Henry is mentioned too but that makes sense). Comments are very much appreciated <3

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Their story liveth for evermore

Title: Their story liveth for evermore
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,179
Summary: Heechul tells Hankyung a story. A story of them, from a different time, a different place. That story did not get the ending it might have deserved, but it is up to them whether their story will go differently. (Includes themes of Hankyung leaving and Heechul going to the army)
A/N: Written because I really want Hanchul right now. I was inspired because I read a poem and then I remembered this sentence that I had heard before: Their name liveth for evermore. I apparently really love that sort of weird old English, and as a result this came up. I’m not sure how I feel about this though… You might have to read in between the lines a little bit to get the point. (if there even is a point, I'm not sure anymore) Anyway, please let me know what you think? <3


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Snail

A/N: Something I wrote last spring, based on the song "Snail". Here's the link to Kyuhyun singing it and here's Yesung if you want to check it out. I haven't found the original version on youtube because it's a pretty old song, I guess. I had another look and it was really easy to find, what was I doing before. Here's a live performance by the original group, Panic.
I'm pretty happy with how this turned out (except that it's a little awkwardly written in some parts, but if you notice some choppiness in the last part, that's on purpose), and I really love the song.
(First the lyrics and then what I came up with)


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A Poem I wrote a while back

A/N: So this is just something that I randomly thought of one night just before going to bed (it was like 3AM, I was still on vacation. I'm actually pretty sure it was back in June) and I had to write it down before I forgot. I like it.




She calls for you, She calls for you

Do you ever hear it?

With weak fingers, desperate eyes

She reaches out and seeks salvation

Can you see her pain, hear her cries?



She calls for you, She calls for you

Do you ever hear it?

In your busy days, with other people

You might walk her past in ignorance

Even if by accident, she might lose all hope



She calls for you, only you

No other will she grasp

Her hope dims, her tears fall

Whether you meant to or not, you have set her aside



She called for you, She called for you

Now her voice is silent

Now her ears are deaf
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Disguises

Title: 061. Disguises [5/100]
Pairing: Yesung/Yesung
Rating: PG
Genre: kinda angst
Word count: 829
Summary: Yesung is just a show for the cameras, so where does Jongwoon fit in?
A/N: This thought was in my head for a couple of days, so eventually I had to write it... I like something in this, but I'm not sure what it is. Also, the SJ members only got to know Jongwoon when he was a trainee, so "Yesung" had already been created? Or something? So they don't notice because of that... Sorry if it's weird or confusing, but please let me know what you think <3

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