The Metaphor

School is like our second home 

Some teachers are always sweet 

Charlotte, the kid who couldn't feel the warm of a family

She found her mother at school

Miss Hancock, the wonderful English teacher

Who always made studying more interesting 

But her students weren't very nice to her

A little wish of helping one's favorite teacher 

It's beaten by the fear of standing up

Charlotte didn't give a smile to Miss Hancock

Which would never cost

One day, a bus took away Miss Hancock's life

That's the moment 

When heart is visible 

But it's too late to regret

Charlotte has to deal with the pain of losing her best teacher

Don't realize how to cherish after you lost something

Never, ever do that

The speaker to the flower(a poetic response to "Sound of the Hollyhocks"by H.Garner

There was a poor guy

In the Pinehills Clinic

He was a mental

How was his mental caused

It's because of his miserable past

Fate, people around him, they all played him

The life under his mother's control

And the death of his wife

After all these cruel strikes

He was lost in the storm of  misfortune

He became the speaker to the flowers

He made himself a prisoner

He spent the rest of his short life in the hospital

And his finished his life there

Maybe, that's the best ending for him

His name, was Rock

Hope him rest in peace

The darkest place,

the hardest time.

When these's limited opportunities of survival,

every second was the loss of lives.

People were equal,

they all have the same weight of life.

But sacrifice was necessary.

Whoever made the choice,

whatever the choice was,

that choice won't be perfect,

but it's the one and only.

The survivors could reunite with their families,

and enjoy the rest of their lives.

One man, he had to bear all the censures,

but he took the duty, 

he took the punishment as well.

 

 

The distance

The girl is walking in the forest,

she's holding a rose in her hand,

what's around her is silence,

the silence of darkness.

Some butterflies are lying on the flowers,

but they have no wings.

In the sky,

moon is surrounding by the stars,

will the stars understand 

the loneliness of that moon?

The girl stops,

moonlight disperses the darkness and coldness.

The rose drops from girl's hand,

she lies on the ground,

Try to feel the soundless heart beat

of a boy.

They are so close now,

but the distance between them 

can never

be crossed over.