Poem 11/6/09

The Night
Clear and Open
Black and Blue
A fresh midnight
With bits of glittering dots
Hanging over
All of us
Scattering across the horizon
Universal waves of light
Echoing voices of space

Close and Orbiting
Yellow and White
Rarely Red
Rarely hiding a Sun
A complete moon
Lunar essences
Stroking sea's hair
Whispering if you care
Is there any more or less
Enlightening us with your glare
A night
Free for us

Boxing gear ftw

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Tales of the Past - Cat part 1

I remember when we first got Sonic, similar to the times with our first cat Lucky. In a way, they were similar in their role I geuss you can call it that. The role of "pet" to me is important and when things goes bad; you can always count on a free cat hug, of course Lucky or Sonic never used their paws and wrapped em around us, but Andy and I would lift em up and put em on our right shoulder. Lucky never liked our "hugs" that much and would sometimes leave scratch marks on our backs. *soft giggle* and *smile*. But there were still memories of caring with Lucky, we called it Lucky because in a way, we and the cat were lucky. I remember Lucky being a white and black cat, she had a black circle on one of her sides and was always eager for mouse catching. I remember I was young maybe early teens and I was running to the kitchen and Andy would threw Lucky's favorite toy, flashing ahead of my feet and Lucky would be running against my feet and I ended up tripping and Lucky would run away once the giant fall down. Other interesting time was with Andy had the idea to trip Lucky. I would run hold a string attached to a toy mouse in the parallel hallway. Andy at the end of the hallway setup a booby trap, where he would attempt to pull a string in order to trip Lucky. *smile*. Ah, it took us about three tries, but when we finally did it, it was a moment not to be forgotten. As Sonic was our first cat, we did not know much about cleaning the cat litter. Our Dad got so mad from the smell, at a dark and rainy night, he threw Lucky outside as if she could learn to make her poo smell fresh -_-. It was one of those moments, where me and Andy resonance and both cried for the sake of our cat Lucky. Next morning, we got Lucky back and the good times would roll on for a few months or so. Oh wait, also Lucky very much liked the cheap red laser pointer that was popular. I think Ricky and James were there (both are our cousins). We all got into our bedroom and bought Lucky in and shut off all the days. It was pitch black and someone would flash the laser around and Lucky would be chasing and jumping. It was like the first dance I had in my whole life. Good times. One day, Andy and I was at school and after coming back hoping for a petting of the house pet, but no where was it to be found, we check all the possible hiding spots. As light turned to darkness, we would figured out Lucky had been thrown away by our sinister Dad. And as the darkness grew more, he would confess to his crimes, but we were powerless back then. I don't remember if we cried, but I am pretty sure we did, my memory just isn't complete as i want it to be.
Sonic on the other hand came around 2005 or 2006. It was during my Junior year at HS and being reminded by a old caring memory of our previous cat was quite pleasant, as if it was a rebirth of Lucky. We named it Sonic because of her joy for speed like the game character Sonic. *wiping away tears*. Of course junior year was hard with all the difficult classes and even SAT. I was working hard to increase my GPA, I was failing to fit the idea of the super high GPA Chinese person. I did not like math, but I did well enough and my desire for creative poetry was one of my guilty pleasures that not even Andy would recognize. Alright back to Sonic, like Lucky, she was obtained from my dad's Chinese restaurant that pays my dad too little for his hard work. Sonic was different from Lucky, but generally the same beside Sonic's wierd brown/gray/black tail and black spot on her nose.

Words dreaming about us

This poem is called "Dreams", its not a final draft but I think it speaks out. Not gotta say much, but please comment on my poem.

Dreams
By Vincent Wu
12/9/08

The thing called unconscious
Conscious of these anxious wishes
Buckets of paint smacked around
Leaks in about its business
Not filthy per say
But can’t say it isn’t clean
Kids’ joy burst as the teacher declared
“No Homework without Relaxation”

Hospitals, no longer a free Inn
Baking, frying, boiling, tantalizing, mouth watered like a melon
Blue like water bottles, Green like traffic light saying GO, Orange like Oranges
Purple like Hunter, Red like blood cells giving and taking, Yellow like Me
Eyes below the forehead and above the shredder
It takes care of my morale and draws clues to suspects
Unrequited lovers no longer quitting or hating

Tears touching, sexual harassment
The glossy bulbs drive in my mind again
Leaving a trait of moisture, it helps with the low humidity
Fumes of alluring mate draw us in
Dreams far from here
But it will return
Only this time with tears

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.

Happy Halloween 08

I feel tired from what may be a prank call at 7:16AM. You never mess with someone's sleep that is torture. I went back to my nap until 7:20AM to get ready for my morning cleansing. The path to my bath is 50 steps in total because we couldn't use the shower upstairs for the condition of my mom's radioactive aoe. At least today is the last day for using the basement's bathroom. The sucky thing about using the basement shower is that using the hot water makes a nasty constantly ringing noises. As a adaptive species, I bought my cellphone to play music on loud speaker. The overall good song to play on my cellphone was "Greenday - Jesus of Suburbia". This song is punk-ish and is 9mins+. The annoying thing about my cellphone's music player is that you have to manually change songs and click play to replay the song you are on. Also the bathroom is small thought it makes me feel like giant, I can't help to feel pressure of the lack of space. This must be the burden of tall people.

My meal of the day was two pork-buns. I sat at my desk watching the latest Naruto: Shippuden eps 82, eating and putting on my everyday mask. Halloween for many is a fun day to dress up and leech from the monopoly of candy. For my family, it is probably one of the most undesired holidays because usually every year we put up a sigh saying "No Candy". One year, we got egged and the egg stain stayed there for a good year or two. This year, I guess it would be better to conform with social norms and have one less stain in our lives. Andy said I should buy expired candy lol, since a devilish person. Andy usually implies his ideas in a funny way that kids would eat and remember not to come to our house.



Isn't it interesting how there is a holiday to cover a mask with another mask. I would rather celebrate it by removing the mask and shine it around. But I feel I am not strong enough to rip off this mask. This mask is engraved in my soul and I can't break this curse of my timid mind. A fool I am, I should not think so negatively my self-esteem is already low and with my mother with cancer how can I ever think straight in this entanglement of my eyes.