Journal Entry

(According to the novel "to kill a mockingbird" written by Harper Lee, From Jeremy Finch's perspective)

Scout and I were both living in this old, traditional town since we were born.

In this summer , we met a new friend: Charles Baker Harris, or you could call him: Dill. He said it was his first time to spend his summer time in Maycomb. 

Three days ago we decided to approach Radley's house. Radley's house was the most mysterious place in the town, and kids all knew there was a ghost live inside that dark house. Dill bet that I could never  ever touch Radley's house, that really hurt my feeling. So, for breaking his bet, I ran quickly toward Radley's house, touched wall outside the house and Immediately went back. What a exciting adventure!

I believe this is the most adventurous thing I've ever done in this old traditional and boring town.

Who is the murderer?

---The Poetic response to "The metaphor " by Budge Wilson

I killed a person

Indirectly

My parents, classmates and friends were the accomplices

I knew that we were all guilty

But we wouldn't say it out loud

Always there were some secrets

Graves were the only place where they deserve to go

Miss Hancock was my English and writing teacher

Also, She was the victim who died in the accident

Her body was toss to heaven by a speeding car

Then fell heavily into the hell

I knew she was the person

Who liked give others a hand

Who guided the lost kids to the right path

Who lighted a fire selflessly in the dark

Should not survive in this filthy world

All because this filthy world loved to tarnish the most innocent things into the evilest 

I killed a person 

And I started feeling regret

But, Wait a second!

Actually

If we were all guilty

Who says that I was the only murderer?

Why should I needed to be made a scapegoat for Miss Hancock's death?

All of us got the motivations

Therefore

Who is the murderer?

Lonely Hollyhocks

Poetic response to "the sound of hollyhocks" by Hugh Garner

I wake up accidentally 

walking through my balcony

I see a bunch of hollyhocks grow quietly beside the wall

which reminds me an old friend

He likes talking alone to the hollyhocks

as if he can get the answers from the flowers

He's always in silence

He has suffered abandon and betrayal

Under his mother's domination but couldn't escape 

Even he has a cute outlook

but always,his face is cover by sorrow

He uses a belt to end his painful life as result

which makes me feel guilty in the rest of my life

I know whatever I've done could change nothing that happens already

a life is long gone from the world

The only thing that I can do now

is when facing those lonely hollyhocks 

with full heart of remorse and apology to say

My dear friend, I'm sorry.

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