Monday, November 11, 2013

Matthew Tshoi
Poem 5
Eng 57



Looking at you that very first moment
Over thinking of what to say
Remembering how nervous I was
I thought you were everything I wanted

Caught me at the very first sight
Are you the one I’ve been searching for?
Millions of butterflies fluttering in my stomach
Picturing you in my perfect world
Because of the beautiful treasure I’ve just found
Everything about you is all what I want
Like ice cream in the sun, I melted
Leave me breathless and gasping

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Matthew Tshoi
Eng 57


The way the water hits the rocks pulls me in with the waves. It’s calm, yet rough at the same time and I feel like I’m at peace with myself. However; I feel as if I’m being broken apart inside, as if the waves are crashing into my heart and leaving me shipwrecked. I still feel safe though, as if nothing can hurt me here, no one can hurt me. I don’t exist when I’m here and I love that feeling, no problems exist when I’m by the shore. I think of all the life that is in the ocean and it makes me want to take a slow motion dive straight to the bottom to explore, except I can’t swim. I want to be one with the water, or maybe even just a seashell? A grain of sand? Anything. I just don’t want to be me anymore. I want to be the peace maker and the connector the ocean seems to be. I want to be relaxing, beautiful, surreal, deep. I want people to close their eyes and hear only me, and my heartbeat is my wave. I want to make people feel safe and at peace, yet tear their heart to pieces. I am war. I am the seagulls squawking. I am the burning sand. I am the shipwreck. I am the drowning…

Sunday, November 3, 2013


Matthew Tshoi Eng 57 11/3/13



Waves crashing
Cool breeze shifting through the air
Soft, hot grains of fabric
Leaving trails of footprints every step taken
Seagulls soaring through the warm air high above
Pale shimmers reflect upon the ocean
As it shifts to night
The darkness is overwhelming
Waves crashing
Cool breeze shifting through the air
Soft, cold grains of fabric
Leaving trails of footprints every step taken
Seagulls are the only company I have left