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,


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.



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,


I’m dying,

Drowning in my own tears.


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




My dad comes home,


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,


Something had changed my brother.





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,


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.







Rationale and Poem

October 11th, 2015

My poem is based on one question, “Did gun killed him or did shooter killed him?” I write the poem from my thoughts about guns and the murderers and asking whose fault is it. People always blame others for their own mistakes and always repeat the same mistakes. My theme shown throughout my poem is that people don’t admit their faults and would continue to do it.

I used metaphor comparing the guns and the bad words we spit to show how we make injures and how we are being the killer, but never admit our faults. “We say its them/ they say it’s us/ Both blame each other/ like four years old blaming their friend” (16-19). This simile represents how we act when we made mistakes, blaming on others to get away from trouble like what four years old do. In this line “four years old” represents us and the reason I chose four years old is because age of four when they could eat by themselves, walk and start to communicate, but yet they don’t know how to respect and admit their faults. Some negative words such as “cruel, ruthless, kill, damaging” would develop the mood in violent way and would develop my theme.

Who is the Killer?

Some say guns are cruel.

Some say those who use guns are ruthless.

Some say both are evil.

Who is right and who is wrong?


Murderers use guns as we spit bad words

Those words could kill

Make injuries

And have terrifying results.


What is true and what is false?

Some say words are damaging

Some say those who use destructive words are bad

Some say both

Are evil.


Are we the killer?

Or are they the killer?


We say it’s them.

They say it’s us.

Both blame each other,

Like four year olds blaming their friends.




There Is Always Hope

December 18th, 2014

poem for f451 poem for f451

This found poem in Fahrenheit 451 written by Ray Bradbury represents the scene when Montag crosses the river and throws his darkness, which makes Montag afraid.  However, after meeting Granger and the other forbidden people he starts to have hope, shown by the words in the poem trust, glow, starlight, light and luminous. The poem has many words with a positive connotation, which represents Montag’s feelings and the fact he still has hope. “… floating in a sudden peacefulness, away from the city and the lights and the chase, away from everything.” (Bradbury 142). This represents the idea that Montag is feeling safe, peaceful and mostly hopeful.

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