Biography of Kim Dang
I love to write. I love to use words to create. I think creativity is a wonderful thing.
I blog at http: //kimpossibledang.com.
Kim Dang's Works:
I'm going to publish my poems into an eBook due April 2016. Message me if you want a copy! It will include some newer unpublished poems.
Kim Dang Poems
A civil war rages onwards between my mind's freedom vs. my will's institutionalized cage. Every action premeditated to appease
6: 15 Am
Murmuring in the background lies the twang of guitar strings Cooperatively overlapping, not interrupting, the sound of morning avians, calling. Their foreign tongue harps to me in octaves and E notes, guileful. Slower than the gentle sway of willow leaves,
Clutch me, wrap your arms around my body, tight, like rope burn Foreheads mushed together, red, everyone said this'd hurt And while we're breathing together, sharing the same rhythm It's like I've let the pieces of me go on sudden exhibition -
Like dandelion seeds, submissible to the wind Floating where the changing tides of rupturing foliage takes me Clacking cherry leaves deafens out both our sanities Muffling the whispers of my conscience, tugging at my heartstrings.
A Risky Stroll On Building Edges.
Gambling, walking arms spread on the edge of this building. You'll snort scoffingly at my temerity, my hyperbole of nonchalant. taking the chances with my 'all in', dealing everything whimsically, so lightly.
Rewind the clips, like twirling counter clockwise to the earth's orbit just to slow things down a bit, however minuscule. Let me hear the reels of this VHS whir, to reassure me. I want proof of it.
Who Was I To Make You Wait For Me.
Who was I to make you wait for me. Instead, I'll go out of my way to recognize my relentless mistakes.
Make It Difficult.
difficult, for the strands on the back of my neck to
make it hard for me not to erupt.
keep me touring with infrequent stop signs
I'Ve Turned Around.
I've turned around and I've lost it. As if you've turned around and all I can catch a glimpse of are the last strands of your auburn hair.
Soft motions of this pendulum reminds me of pacing piano keys, strings touched to create a different frequency let me hear this lull, this song, to the nth harmony
I want to be engaged! I want to feel the sweat again that lies
and we put up these barracades/these fences to let no one in when our defenses are clouding our senses our minds are telling us to go
Let's pretend for a moment, let's hold hands Grasp the soft of my palm no no, not the curve of my nape Put your arms around my shoulders
Let me ground you from the sky you float in. Let me chastise you with the deafening truth of failure, when all that's left is your own conscious going 'oh shit' because you've seen it coming awhile ago. You were helpless 5 minutes ago, but it hasn't always been the case now has it?
You are committed out of fear, as to
not suffer the rage of the abandoned.
And those streams that befall you, your eyes
they cannot lie to me despite how frequently such
omissions are attempted.
I'm reaching closer to the cusp which separates long lasting
to just each moment's fury. The halted silent lag
time in between have gotten shorter.