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Poetry
Spoken Word
Why is it so
When we look and see and think and perceive
That all we believe and all we know
Is the bad in this place
The bad in this world
The pain that’s at stake
And that’s what we hold.
Strangers we meet
We don’t try to greet
We don’t feel the need
To understand the fact
That all they want to ask
Is what’s your name
Where you come from
And where you’ve been
Are we the same
And want to be friends
But we ignore
And we forget
What we’re living for
And not for hate
Nor discomfort and shame
But world peace’s the game
That we all want to play
And we all want a say
Cause who wants to live
In a world full of hate
But we forget
That we made it that way.
Escapade
Hey sweet girl from New York Street,
Look at your hair the way
it lingers in the sunlight
And how nice it would be
To undress the place
Your next postcard will leave
Because you’re not running away
Without some memories
In your sundress pockets.
You’ve lost your Southern road,
Hand with a map, heart with a route
to the crossroad of your soul
When it becomes too late
You won’t even know
and you can’t even see that you
woke up again
and it all became
just another dream.
Bedroom
Shot 12.28.09– Playing with light and forms within the crevices of my own room.
Miscellaneous
Woven Figures
12.22.2009
Materials: Thin, clear Scotch Tape. Public School Fund-raising Magazines
Love can make anything grow if you want it to.
Euphoria
11.2009
Materials: Sharpie, Wall
IDC 1001h
IDC 1001H PORTFOLIO for all Creative Works of Fall Semester 2009.
CANON
Polaroid
Go
Put on those
Faded running shoes
The same ones with laces dangling
From the tracks of yesterday
and run to the end of the world and back.
Singing blues
Like no tomorrow.
Run
Out and away from
Anxiety and perfection
Because imperfection is the key
To a lock that turns back time
To when you were fifteen.
Spin
Let the breeze of your unkempt hair
Be the only distraction
To the smile on your face
And answers are the questions
You dare to seek.
Cry
In the spontaneity of living
And scream
And shout and dance and sing
Around the garden hose— a waterfall,
The faucet leaks— a stream.
The backyard tent— a castle
The world uncovered— a dream.
Go.
Take a Polaroid picture.
To remember the one moment of youth
When everything falls together
Because it can
And worrying is saved for
When you grow up again.
Arts of NY
What am I inspired by?
When people ask me that, there’s an unlimited number of answers that pour beyond my lips. I don’t really know. What are you inspired by? Some people are inspired by the loves of their life. Could be a parent, could be a child, could be a significant other. Could even be a dog. Yet others are inspired by people on television and movie stars and athletes. They provide the “image” of what we all want to be and what we all want to have, at least once in our life. And still, others are inspired by the regular heroes, the police officers and the firefighters, the teachers and the counselors. Some are inspired by the beauty of nature. Some are inspired by the natural effect of beauty. But there is not one answer. I am not only inspired by the people around me and the people I have come to love so much, I am also inspired by the tiny things of life that can barely make a difference– but difference does it make. I am inspired by every gust of brisk air I breathe and inspired by every misunderstood shaped clouds in the sky. I am inspired even by those who hurt me or hated me, because it is for that reason that I question who I am.
Inspiration is a very broad term. And it can ignite a plethora of wonderful feelings and thought. So then again I ask.
What are you inspired by?
About
Angela (Runzhong) Wu.
My name is Angela and as of now I am a sophomore in Baruch College. There are so many things I want to do throughout college and later on in life, that I want to continue to explore the depths of my mind and use this blog to do so.
I write blogs in my room. I live in the attic, and it is quite the cozy place to be. This is my location, this is my refuge. I love hearing about how things are going, and just catching up and getting a cup of coffee or hot chocolate together. Email me, and I will love to email you back.
