Days were really boring,
No places I was going,
Everyday's the lifes were lame.
...
I am hosting your funeral,
Ready to be separated.
Holding your photo,
...
Tonight, I am very happy.
Because I join a special party.
...
White, Black, Yellow and Brown,
Different colours represent different nations.
...
Get off the plane, Step on the floor,
Contained with a new life, and a hope.
...
Went down to the playground, principal had a talk.
Walked in a hard step, took a deep breathe.
...
Seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year,
An altercation almost everyday, for the past three years,
filling our abode with whimpering sounds,
authorities are screaming, when juveniles are crying,
coloring the atmosphere with darkness, breaking the family relationship into pieces,
...
one drop, two drop,
the third and the fourth
swiftly touches the mattress
that absorb my woe.
...
Awards of excellence in poetry writing 2010 - Young Writers Poetry Institute of Canada)
My March Break
Days were really boring,
No places I was going,
Everyday's the lifes were lame.
Sleeping, eating and working,
Those things were not amazing,
Everyday's the work were same.
A suprise was told,
A trip we planned to go,
Zoo was the place that I went.
Mammals, Reptiles,
Amphilbians, Birds,
The sizes from a house to a cent.
This was such a crazy beak,
It made me feel mad and sick,
But I won't forget that amazing trip.