Shipwrecked

I have nothing on my mind except for the fact that i got shipwreked, I have no idea what's the next action i should take to survive in this unknown land. I wish this was a spectecular dream, squeezing my arms hard as i could but it was present. I calmed myself that panic wouldn't help me in this situation where i'm lost in middle of nowhere, so i stood up and went around the location to get used to know the place.

I couldn't realize any dangerous thing would happen there, because as i saw in the noon, the place was peaceful with shallow swell. However there was wild animals trying to hurt me as i was new to their original land. Soon later, that wasn't the issue, i was starving so i went out and picked off some fruits at the trees and i was able to hang on focus avoiding animals. As it got longer, i was getting stressful and frustrating because i thought that i would have to do this for entire life until someone luckily finds me on their way.

The next day came, i was struggling to make my habitat that i could sleep in and have a cover for the rain and wind, therefore i got branches that were thick and hard and roots to tie them up into a bunch. I kept on making stuffs for myself then, shoes, playground, and actually enjoying making this land as all mine. This interested me in a way that i could make it myself and construct a place that i could live, and designing the place for leisure until the rescue.

Only thing i hope and what i think for these 2 days i have spent already, i just want to live without having to starve and feel lonely, and not get beaten by animals, with enjoying myself.
I'm currently planning to make a water surfing board by carving the wood, so i could surf and make a sailing boat to travel.

paper face

I think this poem has very good reference towards us that connects to ourselves. We sometimes look at ourself in the mirror and wants to cover up or change some parts that gets complex in you, therefore it's saying that something useless can be your rescuee for somewhat.
In the poem, it uses paperbag to make the author's face new and put another layer on to his face, because he's expressing which he wants to make his head and draw them.

Picture of Hope

Reflection of the slam poem

I think my slam poem is giving off so much personality of mine, because it's structured in a way that i'm just talking to the other guys(bugs) as a imagery, and the verbs used are very stressed which gives lots of impression from the poem.

Slam poems can be different from person to the others in a way that how their personalities are and what is their subject in the poem, which basically means main theme, makes the slam poems feel different to the readers.

Slam Poem

Hate Bugs

By Jin Lee

Honestly!

I hate you THING, you disgusts me for no reason,

I just feel as though still one of you are flowing around my body even now.

What are you born to? To work? To study?

You just live to be despised by us all!

What do you acquire from being around us?

It will be just a whole lot of spray all over you,

that slowly suffocates you.

I advice you that even my cat hatred you!

If he glimpse your midget feathery legs,

He will hounds you down and gulp down through his throat.

You have no suspicion how much I disgust you,

Because if you want to know a modest,

Then I have slaughtered almost more than hundreds of thousands of your dear friends.

And I believe that most of them are work of my cute little cat!

I can bet that next one to be disparage by us,

It’s going to be you certainly!

I was scared of you mostly,

more than hating you.

I think you are better off not being here

Because I don’t know what an odd thing will happen in your dumpy miserable time.

Poem

Where I'm From
By Jin Lee
I am from the land of dim,
from the navy and blue with red.
I am from the water dropping down the bleach
I am from the land of buisiness
the sound of steps everywhere
everybody running wherever I was
as if they were needed to save somebody's life

I'm from the potato and lamb,
from bread and apple
I'm fro mthe thickest chips
and the grassy field,
from silverware! and cuisine!
I'm from the heart of Europe
with a meatball
and baked beans aound me.

I'm from the greatest empire and wealth,
as if india, South Africa, etc. were my own.
From the island of peace, place for holidays.
for the giggles and smiles,
the Capital of Castles.

Only the special to the left
being only tiny bit of space standing alone,
by itself having a party
When others busy
I am from the nation
leaving my footprints and traces
weathers pass by over,
without any seconds of stillness.

One Stanza

#1 Picture
Gorgeous flow of liquid gold, smashing into another flock of golds
Rushing down to the end of the world, fast as chitah
I can hear them singing out loud, it washes dirt on the rocks as it flow
I can't see the end of the fall, seems as though it would go forever