This Town we Pass And Other Poems

By Lindsay Baik

This Town we Pass

This is where
               the lost boy found home, with small houses and colorful slides
This is where a girl forgot her name,
                          buried in pretty dresses and fake paradise
This is where no one passes by, cursed stories and miserable souls
This is where a lost girl once knew her lover, stepping on the train home,
                                                                                   left her nothing better than a ghoul
This is where a bird once tried to fly, fell from a high tree and
                                                                      never stood back up again
This is where the tall oak fell, years of life
                                                        destroyed by a single strike of light
This is where a painting was drawn,
                          its beauty hidden in a velvety purple veil
This is where writers find names,
                                           and families mourn
This is a place we’ll pass by but never stay
This is where people will find
                and people will lose
                and people will pray
This is a place we’ll remember one day, forlorn

She’s in Love

She claims she’s in love
She chases after he who runs away
Confused, she tries to trap him in her arms, stop him from slipping out her little hands
And it’s not love anymore, but obsession– unadulterated but it’s still not love– and she needs saving, she feels like she’s drowning, she can’t breath but it feels so good
Tentative, she’s stepping towards it, scared it will leave her once more, that she’ll be stranded
She is scared that she’ll get hurt once again
She knows she’s in love

Ending

In her green dress flowing around 

her

If I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
I wish I wasn’t dead to you, because you’re still at my wake
I can’t curse your name, and I wish you stayed
Millions singing along with her, and I hope they relate
I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home
And she falls to the ground, on her knees, desperate
You would be my home for as long as I remember you
And without you, I’m free but without a home
And I wish I couldn’t relate
The way you
                  left me stranded
The way you
                left me feeling selfish
For wanting you for myself, for taking every blow for you
To the way I felt so hopeless as I fell
For hating us so much but longing for you
And for the way you
            left when I thought you’d stay
Look at how my tears ricochet

Lindsay Baik is a student at Dulwich College Seoul who is passionate about writing, music, and collecting CDs. She spends much of her free time playing the cello and listening to music. Currently, Lindsay is working on building her writing portfolio for summer writing camps. With her keen interest in creative writing and love for storytelling, she hopes to pursue a career in writing one day.