aside

Nurse to Benvolio and Mercrutio

Oh! how rude of y'all to make fun of me
For I am not the most attractive or rich
You two think you men are so this and that
But you now what, you are not like Romeo,
whom is genenrous and sweet when in love
You two won't even get a women like I.

iambic pentameter

I'm the prince of this piece of peaceful land
But the peace is broken by two families
It's The Montagues and the Capulets
They bring chaos to the quiet old streets
I had to make a law to stop their fight
Why are they so rough and cannot calm down
I wish I was a prince of another town.

new face

I sometime wish i had a different face, because i want to try a new face to the world. I want to try not showing any emotions to the world, not caring and not being cared by the world. I want to observe the world with my straight face, showing no reaction to anything. I bet having a new face feels like being a bird.

But along with wishes I have for a new face, i think there is going to be som negative sides for having a new face. When I put on a new face, no one would realize that it's me just by looking, not even my family. Putting on a new face might mean a new world, but the new world might not be the perfect world imagined.

hope

hate poem reflection

i thought this poem was pretty easy compared to other things, because all i had to do was express my hate. i think it is easy to write this hate poem when a person is not in a good mood, thinking about bad things. but it was a bit tricky to express my hate in the most hating way

hate poem

i hate you

i hate the way you dress

i hate the way you look

i hate the way you smirk

i hate the way you stink

i hate the noise you make

i hate the mood you create

i hate your hairstyle

i hate how you way your tongue

i feel sorry for my eyes

that has to see you

i feel sorry for my nose

that has to breath the same air as you

i feel sorry for my ear

that has to hear your crap

i feel sorry for my nerves

that senses you

poem

i am from cross

from woods and nails

i am from blood,

from blood cells and veins

i am from tears,

from pain and wounds i never knew as a child

i am from the shepherd

as one of the lamb,

I am from the star

from sky and darkness,

I am from the fig tree,

from its berries and seeds

that have filled me long since.

I am from the farmer,

from the fields and seeds,

I am from the love,

from death and life,

from every droplets of love and care for each lamb in the herd.