Utopia by Jonathan Luo

Utopia is an imaginary place, where everything is perfect. This poem is about utopia, and what it would take to reach it.

 

Utopia’s a place

Where you can do

Everything

You wanted to.

 

Utopia’s a place

With enjoyment,

No needed job,

And no employment

 

Utopia’s a place

Where you can be lazy,

Watch TV all day,

Isn’t that crazy?

 

Utopia’s a place

With no war

And no conflict

Could you want more?

 

However, Utopia’s a place

With no challenges

No need to push limits

No need for talents.

 

And Utopia’s a place

With no point of living

The boredom and perfection

May be unforgiving

 

Also, Utopia’s a place

That is not even reachable

However, this fact,

May be unteachable

 

So don’t wish for Utopia,

Since life’s an adventure,

Go push the limits

And dare to venture.

 

This story is basically “Three Little Pigs” written backwards by Jonathan Luo

The End

 

This story is basically “Three Little Pigs” written

 backwards. See if you can comprehend everything!

 

And Obese lived happy, every after. The wolf was about to run away as fast as he could, but before he knew it, Obese reached for his tail, and ate him up. However, to his surprise, out came a giant, fat pig, even bigger than the wolf was himself.  Then, for the third time, the wolf got infuriated, and started huffing, and puffing, and blew the house down. Obese replied, “Nobody home,” as he was climbing onto the bed. The wolf knocked on the door and said, “Anybody home?” He was about to go to sleep after the 50000-calorie dessert after his 100000-calorie dinner, when he heard the wolf’s footsteps near his house. Meanwhile, Obese was making a home out of wheat grass, his least favorite food, because he couldn’t help eating every other material. However, the wolf was still hungry, so he went searching for more food.

 

And the wolf ate up Chubby with two gulps, since one was not enough to swallow him whole. The wolf got infuriated, and started huffing, and puffing, and blew the house down. Chubby replied, “Nobody home,” and continued to eat his 20000-calorie dinner.  Soon, when the wolf came by Chubby’s house, he knocked on the door and said, “Anybody home?” Meanwhile, Chubby was making his house made of straws. After a nap, the wolf became hungry again, so he started to look for some more food.

 

And the wolf ate up Fat with one gulp. The wolf got infuriated, and started huffing, and puffing, and blew the house down. Fat replied, “Nobody home,” and continued to eat his 10000-calorie lunch. When he saw that a pig was inside, he knocked on the door and said, “Anybody home?” One day, a hungry wolf came. The first pig made a house made of straw.

 

So out went Fat with three tons of food, Chubby with six tons of food, and Obese with twelve tons of food. One day, when the three pigs were old enough, the mom decided that the pigs should move out of the house. And the last was named Obese. Another was named Chubby. One pig was named Fat. Once upon a time, there were three little pigs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home

Home

A general term that can mean anything.

Is there a specific definition?

For each person, the meaning is different

Maybe it is one’s birthplace,

Or maybe where you have lived the longest

Perhaps, it is the most relaxing place,

Here is my interpretation:

Home is a place where there is everything from peace to excitement

Home is the deep, dark forest in the backyard,

Seemingly reaching to drag me in.

Home is the grazing cows mooing on the vast farm

And cornfields stretching past the horizon.

Home is the smell of fresh air,

Carrying an infinite amount pleasant aromas.

Home is the endless grass pastures,

With white, iron, goalposts on each end.

Home is where friendship bonds are made,

Iron, hard, and unbreakable bonds.

Home is where there is unlimited laughter

And happiness gleams bright.

Home is the swim team’s numbingly cold swimming pool,

A margin away from solidifying to icy.

Home is the shiny gold swimming trophy

Standing up tall and proud on my bookshelf.

Home is the old, rusty stereo,

“Hurricane Warning! Seek shelter immediately!”

Home is the soothing notes

Drifting from the piano into my ears.

Home is a dreamland,

Where I have developed to be who I am today.

Home is the one and only New Jersey,

Where I will always consider to be my true home!

What is “Home” to you?

By Jonathan Luo