I can feel this amazing feeling from head to toe Can not explain I am the only one who knows that I am hoping that I can convey my feelings. I can not wait to see your face, Cuz, when my heart is together, I think about you all day like no one can stop me when I'm with you .
For this work, please remember my family is from a country town in Caroline County, Maryland. One of the poorest counties in America in the 1990s. I am not hungry and poor with bare feet, but we are working hard to get to where we are. Either way, I entered Oxford University and got my Ph.D. Not necessarily as beautiful as the city. I am writing this article to deliberately induce and discuss why Oxford does this and what I can do.
"I keep on walking and I keep my whole poem in mind, but sitting and writing it, I can not put it out". Sitting and writing is another activity. Stop walking or jogging and let 's release poetry born in your mind. This is another moment. Write another poem. Perhaps I'm hoping for a thing you might think about now, but it will come out anyway. Please do not overdo. You do not need to use your creativity to save the world. Not only is your art not necessarily original, in other words, it is not necessarily so important. For example, whenever someone tells me to write a book to help others, I always think "Do not do that." Please do not try to save me. In other words, you are very kind to help other people, please do not use it as your sole creative motivation.
This poem starts in my bed. It is winter now. My depression sank in my heart. I complained about my stomach. My throat is very dry. My idea is splashing on the wall. It's everywhere. Perhaps this is not a poem, for it is not beautiful. When you read it, I think you can feel the taste of blood in your mouth. Imagine a full moon outside the window. The moon that makes you desperate inside. Please feel the weight of all names lost in your life. This poem begins from here. In the sea of the lost star