I “create” project

May 9th, 2016

For my create project, I had worked on writing poems inspired by William Shakespeare. Shakespeare uses poetry as an another tool of writing a story, which I thought, very creative. My two poems aren’t as appealing as Shakespeare’s work, not much literary device, no big and strong vocabularies, but this is what I think is poetry.

Take me away

 

Tick tock tick tock,

Clock sings quiet.

Tap tap tap,

Needle dances

With the flow of the clock’s song.

Drippity-drop, drippity-drop,

Raining

As if each drop was a visitor,

Who came to listen to the wonderful harmony.

And I,

Here for nothing more, nothing less,

But something, anything.

Nothing else

I need help.

 

Why?

What are these rivers of pain?

Am I sad?

I don’t know,

But all I want to do is cry.

 

I don’t know,

I’m scared.

I need someone,

Anyone.

I’m dying,

Drowning in my own tears.

But

Would anyone know?

Would anyone care?

Maybe dying is fine.

Then please death,

Take me away,

Away from anything, everything.

I won’t miss it.

 

Should I?

My first poem “take me away” is more imagery based poem, which also shows my experience having these hard times. The first stanza talks about how beautiful the world is, even a sound of clock, needle and rain drops are wonderful songs, dances and people. But even though the world is colorful and beautiful, I am depressed, not satisfied. Then moving on the the next stanza, “’Why? What are these rivers of pain?’” shows that I don’t know, but I’m sad. Then the last stanza brings me to the end where I want to rest myself by dying, and no one would know or care because it is me who will die.

 

One medicine, three patients

 

Drunk,

Hurt

My dad comes home,

Late,

With sketches and bruise.

Since when he started to buy pains?

And why,

Does he try to hide

His hunted heart

With his two small hands?

The hider

My dad

 

In the deep dark

One light shines,

My brother,

Texting.

Something had changed my brother.

Happy,

Gone.

Love,

Gone.

Only things that goes in to his heart,

A poison,

Poison smoke,

Poison drink.

He tries to be happy,

Be satisficed,

With those poisons.

The sacrificed soul,

My brother.

 

Missing childhood,

My sister.

A girl without mom,

My sister.

Lovely, kind.

My sister.

Where did she go?

Is she finding her childhood,

Missing mom?

 

(Please wake up…)

 

The childhood chaser,

My sister.

All broken,

All hurt,

My family need help,

And I have to be the one

The one, who cure them,

Care them,

Love them.

The only medicine,

Me.

My second poem “One medicine, three patients”, which is also my experienced based, gives the reader a mysterious feeling, which makes them question themselves, ‘if there is only one medicine, what about the other two?’. “‘And why, does he try to hide his hunted heart with his two small hands?’” shows how my dad is weakened by stress, because my dad’s hands aren’t “small”, but I used small to show my dad got weakened. “’In the deep dark one light shines, my brother, texting.’”. This shows that only that he feels joyful is texting not being with us, family. “’Sacrificed soul”, presents my brother’s dead emotions from the academic pressure. My sister, “’Childhood chaser’” is who didn’t have enough love from our parents because of divorce and she doesn’t have any memories of them together.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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