Dedicated to my teacher Ms.Emily, my freinds, and my family.

Turning Thirteen

The whole idea of it makes me feel like

I'm going to be left out in the middle of nowhere.

I feel something worst than that.

The feeling that I had now

It's the feeling of being dropping from a ten million kilometers high,

from a bright blue sky into a black dark gloomy mist.

Without a parachute or any protecting gears.

The exploring time of my early ages.

The happy time with my friends.

The time I get to play in many young concerts.

The enjoyable moments playing sports in U13.

The free time I have every evening.

It seemed like they are all disappearing into a white mist.

But now I started to sit on the chair for an hour in the evening,

with all many different papers dancing all around me.

I need to take all of my free time out and bring this work time in.

Every night I get to go on a bed at 10:30 every time.

But still my brain is thinking about number 13.

This is the beginning of sadness and excitement.

I don't understand my feeling,

I looked at a mirror everyday and every time.

I asked myself,

should I stay in the same hole or I should let it go?

It seems only yesterday,

that I had been riding a bicycle with 3 wheels.

The scary feeling that make my heart beat faster.

But the next day,

it seems like I should try and ride a bike with one wheel.

It brings a lot of uncertainty.

Where I'm From

I am from a high blue sharpen fence.

From green grass, glimmerous glamour

I am from the roots under a tree that have no flowers.

(Dark, warm, as I am in a bowl of black color.)

I am from a prepossessing fountain

Which were beautiful and spacious.

As if it was a dancing water geysers.

I’m from stars and beauties.

From Aphrodite and Altair.

I’m from the thinkers

And the doers.

From the planet that gigantic! And fantastic!

I’m from the god that had gifted my spirit

with a talent and skill

And with a poem I can describe myself.

I’m from the chillies and fried.

Spicy tom yum and fresh som tum,

Do I still get to eat it, or I wouldn’t get to eat it now.

from the hard work my grandfather spent

In the field,

to the arms my father Peak had swayed and halted.  

Behind my furniture were picture frames

Line up all my memories,

A memories of myself living from the day I was born

The memories that push me through many different things.

I am from a wonderful picture book

That had been taken all along my lifetime.

This picture book, would be hanging on my memories tree.

Frustrated

Made me feel like the wind is blowing through me.

They softly whispered to my ears.

Cold wind in England wrapped me,

That moment, I really wanted to go home.

Leaves on the tree danced gracefully,

Seemed they leaped down at once.

They got to do what they wanted to do, but not me.

This feeling of mixing coloration,

Why you need to make me feel all of this frustration.