Wake Up

Another haiku,

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Wake Up

Lazy tortoise sleeps
by the river - when awake,
the leaves all gathered.

Metamorphosis

I have not been writing any new poem lately so I decide to spend sometime looking at old drafts and editing some of my work. Because I have just finish like 3/5 of my finals, already I got sometime to write and work on my poem. I'm still working on one of my poem, but I did find some haiku that I wrote a year ago. So I decide to wrote some haiku first, as a warm up. Here it is.

(Also: not relate to the poem but: http://www.blurb.com/my/book/detail/654948

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Metamorphosis

Flowers blooming in
the field over there - while
The snow melts away.

Winter Walk

Winter Walk

I scream out your name on top
of the Eiffel Tower, hoping that
my voice will reach out to you.
I come back to Paris each year, just to do that.
Afterward, I take a stroll down
the same street,
the same alleyway,
the same route,
that we have walked last time
we were here on vacation.
I thought I could run into you by chance.
But during the stroll,
I can’t help but to notice
how much of the scenery have changed.
I wonder
how many years have Paris aged?
How many seasons have passed her by?
Does she even know
that it is Winter right now, waiting for Spring.
I thought it is kind of ironic,
how I can see you everyday in my dream,
but I can only meet you once a year,
every time I pass by your grave,
while wandering up and down these street.

One Summer

Darnish.... 2 more days until the semi- final. Mean 2 more days of procrastination >.>.. anyway, another haiku.

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One Summer

Why write a haiku?
Just like Summer comes and goes,
why makes life so short?

One Rose

Woohoo more haiku =)

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One Rose

One rose comes in Spring,
another comes in Winter,
watching the snow falls.

Dreams

Here is another haiku, enjoy =)

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Dreams

At night, I wait for
the moon to comes out - but all
I can see are stars.

A Child's Memories of a War

I just like to say that I am heading to the semi-final to the 13th Annual Youth Speak Poetry Slam! I was so nervous when I at the stage. I stumble at the beginning of my poem and I was like "Shit, now I wish I have my notebook with me". The event was pretty interesting, more intense than last year. A lots of energy and judge "booing". I was scare because a lots of the poet score like a 9.8 - 10, so I was like "uh oh". In the end I made it. I will be working on my poem for the semis! Here is the poem that I recite at the prelim.

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A Child's Memories of a War

The house are all left in ruin.
The lamp posts are armed with a dying flame
welcoming the soldiers home.

The wind howls at the sound
of the war raging in the distance.
The sky is blackened out by smoke.

And I am trapped here, in my room,
forced to listen to the gunshots.
Each night, the noise grows louder and louder

until I can hear it knocking on my door,
but I am too scare to answer it.
I mean, what can I do?

Because a child only know how to make wishes,
like a wish for a hopeful new day,
or a wish for the night to end.

But, a wish is a wish,
a gunshot is a gunshot,
firing in the distance, rocking me to sleep.