Thursday, 11 June 2015
why should we worry -self publishing poem
Eventually all the flowers would fade away
Eventually you would stop crying
And stand up again
Eventually the wounds would heal
And the scars would disappear
Hopelessness never lasts long
It would eventually stop
Then cease the despair
Enjoy the moment
And make it forever
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
Self Publishing Poem
I wrote my poem on the stairs
The book marks I made
I went to Chapters in downtown to gave away my poems
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
Ondaatje poem
Your laughter sounds like the glaciers being cracked by a shredder
Like a cat accidentally climb into a washing machine
Like someone has choked a pebble in his throat
Like a runner runs ten km and suddenly fall down
Like an old radio, like a kid who sees his favourite candies, but he is allergic to them
Like the nails scratch on a blackboard
The sudden noise in the broadcast
A bottle of water that is about to boil
An almost dead fish struggling on the beach
Like a lady being scared by the scenes in horror movies
Like wind howling through a tiny hole
Like grandmother breaks an expensive dish
Like a thief, goes into an empty house,
And unexpectedly steps on a thumbtack
A man never played violin tries to blend in,
A well-organized orchestra
Like a coconut drops from a tree
Like a cat being sacred by an angry dog
Like a thousand of ducks start to shout at the same time
Like someone rips a sheet of paper
Like a car stops suddenly in front of a red light
Like a pig having its meal, when it didn't eat for five days,
Like an old bicycle, which is going to scatter,
being ride by a teenager,
Like all the fire alarms in a building start to ring
A balloon being step by a baby and doesn't explode
Like someone is squeezing a bag of chips
Like a steam train drives through the track with plastic foam on it
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
A poetic response to "the metaphor"
Charlotte, Charlotte, I asked myself,
Why, why, why didn't you express your true feeling,
You like English literature,
You like Miss Hancock's class,
You are not satisfied to your mother,
Why, why, why，
Why I always move along with the crowd,
Why I pretended I didn't like Miss Hancock,
If I respected her more,
If I was more friendly to her,
If I was...
Now,
There's nothing I could do,
to make up my mistake.
Sorry, Miss Hancock,
Sorry, frosted birthday cake,
Now I can say it out aloud,
"I wish that the party wasn't over."
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