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My name is Kim Babcock. I'm a first generation Korean-American. I have dabbled in poetry for almost two decades, but kept it mostly to myself. Recently, friends of mine have asked me to let others see my writings, so I will try it out for a bit. In any case,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Addiction: 1 of 329
Nary the Heather nor Daphne nor BuddleiaCast enough fragrance to fill up the skySo, inhale the sweet aire to rifle the criesWhile ascending on wafers of edelweiss.The Ginger is piquant, the Anise is lust,One nestles in ribbons of bona fide bust.Hail sultry evenings when sumac's a cureTo those orgy~ific days of endless shroom ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 17 of 320
Mysterioso is thy name.Forbidden lust heeds no shame.Lips suck softly, infamy,. need not hide.Long shaft twists and rips and slides.Sweat beads down from grimaced visage,Pleasured moans pierce silent foliage.Slowly dusk beckons sunless skiesAs evening welcomes starry eyes.Vigor and dance pause not once,Pallet moist for contin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Demons: 6 of 86
Feudal Mikado fears supernatural oniAnd commissions the Shaman's of Onmyoji.A clan of astrologers, warriors, and priests,Who devote entire lives to exorcise beasts.Their arts, craft, and magic are skillfully applied,Converting the skeptics, clever charms mystify.Lavish rice paper origami is knotted with string,To ward off the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creatures of the night: 4 of 55
A Millennial War, a Battle of Clans,Winged Nos Feratu versus the mighty Lycans.Two Great Houses damned to wander aloof.One stemmed from bat, the other by wolf.Though immortality was bestowed as a gift,No pious treaty could mend the cursed rift.Endless blood-lust shall ne'er be contained,For pity was taught to be ever disdaine... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: September 11, 2001: 13 of 106
Thousands of screams filled the sky today.Hands clasped tightly and started to pray.Countless nations will weep and mourn,As downy angels fly to heaven reborn.Bystanders are shocked by malevolent deeds,As tears streak down like pearly beads.Amazed eyes stare blankly as if in a dream,Carnage ablaze at the ghastly scene.Silentl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Am I crazy?: 4 of 31
i was walking one day down on 3rd Ave and VineWhen a gleam caught my eye like the sheen of a dime.A radiant sphere, with luster unblemished,Akin to lime emeralds from canal-soaked Venice.Examining the gem was a delightful endeavor,For it shone as true stars, so skillfully clever.But bystanders glared with conspicuous interest... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas shopping: 5 of 33
Twas the night before Christmas and all through New Yo~k,Late shoppers were hustling and acting ber-zo~k.The children were bundled from wee heads to wee toesWith caps, scarves, wool mittens, and heat sticks that glow.The people, so frantic; their shoes were ablaze,From quick darting and dodging in that holiday maze.Economic a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perception: 15 of 69
My own uselessness seems to bleed from the core roots of the inner-sanctum within my very being. As fundamental mediocrity leases out the only apocalyptic remedy, pacifying my sanity and preventing my marbles from launching out.And what is it with this newly reinvented spiteful definition of normalcy?So inextricably inaccurat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lost souls: 37 of 120
glancing through the steamy mirror,cannot place memory to the facewhich stares back blankly with cold, dead eyesperhaps a soul from hell misplaced?reaching now a point in timewhen all my spiteful rageembodies in a wandering foolleafing through the mortal page.futile thoughts inside my headmy cynicism personifiedall of the lie... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Destiny: 57 of 158
This country's finances are in dire jeopardy.Our arrogance portrayed in fate's dark parody.With great men in power hushing words of recession,Masking knowledge to avert the inevitable depression.Mere whispers can scorch fabled paper dreamsAnd tranquility will shatter as anarchy deems.Erratic fluctuations arise as the market f... More..