Thursday, November 28, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
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?
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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