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
Monday, November 11, 2013
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…
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 oceanAs 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
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
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