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Words in 6 minutes
I don’t know what to write but I will keep my pen moving
in case someone find out that I wasn’t even thinking
just like what I did when I was in the primary school
when the teacher assigned a task
but I never get any ideas.
Drawing on the page:
a line, a dot, a bowl of mama’s rice, a cartoon figure.
Commonality of human experiences
quite an amusing observation, really
to see everyone panicking about the same thing.
Thinks but Im not sure
soft was the memory
but yet haunting it managed to be.
It was a source of hunger
of unsatisfiable desire.
As I tuned uncomfortably to rid the memory
a world of dread of future engulfed my room.
As I tuned to get rid of the shock
another room beside me started tuning as if it were a cube.
As I tuned to run away
this huge current generates by the rotation pulled me down again.
As I struggled with my last bit of strength
I disappeared.
I disappeared together with all my belonging
I brought to this world for no purpose
I cried when I born and laughed when I died
I found the 2-year-old me under my bed.
When I have purity, dream, angles, and the longing to grow up.
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This poem could be about anything you think of. It is being written in 6 minuets. I created this with two other students during a writing workshop, where we continued on each other’s work but only see the last line that the previous writer writes. It is inspiring to see how the poem develops, seemingly illogical, but very harmoniously connected. Topics like childhood, growth, the meaning of writing, memory, inner contradiction, and struggle are mainly addressed.
Emily is an 11th grader from China. Her interests span literature, gender studies, and economics. She is committed to promoting gender equality and has posted some book reviews and creative writing through social networks. Her work has been recognized by New York Times and Social Justice Watcher. She likes to travel, listen to music, and paint pictures.