Words planted down should never be alone

Below here, is the old poem I wrote for poetry.com I even got published, but no cash flowing my way for any possible sales.

"The School of Life" by Vincent Wu

I wake up every day
And try to make today a better day
The clothes I wear for this day
The mask is cold and gray
We all wear this mask
Perhaps society itself
Cannot accept the core of our soul
There are some who are dark
And some that are bright
These eyes of my had seen it all
The spoiled brat
The smart geek
The angry rocker
The plain weird
The senseless jock
The foreign stranger
And the enlighten thinker
The cliques we all fit
Make us all fit


Now for some history. I wrote this poem when I was a sophomore. It was when I was riding the B9 bus from F.D.R. High school back to my little Chinatown of 8th ave. It was just something I felt like doing as a reflection of what school is and how it mold our personality. This poem is simplistic with smooth vocal sounds. From lines 11-17, I believe the repetition here gives it a raw feeling of pointing and labeling. Overall, I believe in writing poetry that is simple, sounds good and evoking certain feelings.

Please make some comments on my poem.

Election of 08

November 5, 2008 was election between the Old Mccain and Hopeful Obama. The day was long, but I shortened it for election XD. I got to the poll at 1:00PM-ish. It was at my junior highschool Pershing I.S. 220. There was arrows circling around the building took me a few minutes to finally find the entrance. The school sure has changed since I came here, everywhere bright blue like the ocean sea quite relaxing setting. As I stepped into the relative small cafeteria poll machine stacked neatly from left to right. With my Asian look a Chinese worker came and helped me with the process of flexing my rights. With the curtain pulled behind me, I cranked the red level to my right to prepare myself and switches X for candidates. Finally done with my selection, it was time to claim my prize and crank to the left for my prize. Opening the soft flexible gates left me with such pride drawing a smile on my face. Just one more thing to do before my day is complete. I had to explore a bit more of what Pershing had become. Everything was cleaner, but the bathroom still needed fixing a lot worse than Hunter college's bathroom.

At the strike of 11pm, news spread that it was clear that Obama had won. I was relieved that finally perhaps life would become better. I hope Obama would contribute to US as how Wilson influenced the world with Wilsonian. Overall, a good day out of the many bad weeks.