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Yoon Park: Poetry Collection

Vast Oceans

He spent more than half his youth, just

pursuing, building walls, living

a life of luxury, every moment a cinematic

fantasy, building up what he

considered to be

independent, keeping his capelet

billowing in the strongest

steadiest of winds

over the vast oceans

and the bitterest icebergs, because

people called him unsinkable, and

he was a god, and he was made from the finest

carbon metal, pearls from the heart of the ocean,

little children dancing the waltz

with their fathers like little ladies with

missing front teeth, coated with the blackest

paint and the goldest of plates,

and the people called him as magnificent

as the ship of dreams—

—until he met her.

I once read that the hole in the Titanic

was no bigger than a human figure.


While the first yellow leaves

stare from their unforgetting,

and summer starts to become nothing

more than a hallucination, I myself

start to unforget. Familiar strangers start to recur

on the walls, and it’s funny—

because I’ve been making new strangers

wherever I go. Like the sentimentalist I

am, I cry over these strangers. I cry

over their dead friends and

brothers and sister, because everybody’s got dead people,

and it tastes bitter: like when you keep toothpaste

on the inside of your cheek for too long. And

now what? Faces swarm like deadly hornets

into haunted smears of color, painting an ugly portrait of what could easily be

a grotesque image of a monster that only exists in my world

and my world only. Blue and purple limbs and delicate,

stitched skin around the eyes dotted with makeup, while

twisted in all the wrong angles, like some thing

drawn by Picasso.

I’ve never really liked Picasso.

No Win

You know that game,

Where you think of it,

You lose?

You’re welcome,

By the way. And Welcome,

To my life.

Only, it’s not one thing,

It’s a huge list, I’m

The only one playing.

It’s not a game,

And I always


About the Author:

Yoon Park is a dynamic high school student enrolled at Seoul Academy in Seoul, South Korea. She channels her creative energy into writing and visual art and finds joy in expressing herself through these mediums. Additionally, she has a passion for music and spends her spare time playing the piano. Her dedication to her craft has earned her recognition and admission into the prestigious Sewanee Young Writers Conference.


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