Journal Entry

I’m late again! Again! AGAIN!!

So on the bus, I’m thinking about many things; friends, parent, dreams and my future etc. Seeing the morning sight of River Han (Han-Gang), I can get more optimistic. I love the River Han so much. I can see it from the bus every morning 'cause the bus passes through that road on the bridge. Every time I see the river, it just encourages me to go another step forward. It sounds strange but maybe it might be my close friend more than my brother. Probably I can’t live without that, seeing the sight in the bus.

NaRae Young
FLEX Writing Class,
Imundong Campus
Summer, 2011

Abstract Noun Poems

The morning class students voted on the best poems. Here are their choices:

Revenge
Revenge is a dreadful red devil in my body.
It smells like a burning person in hell fire.
It tastes like zombie's blood.
It sounds like a crazy person shouting at me.
It feels like run and run without rest until satisfied.
It lives in everybody's hands.
~ Kim Young Min

Trust
Trust is my home and tastes like hot pepper.
It sounds like the voice of mother.
It feels heavy and dignified.
It lives anywhere people live.
~ Kim Kwang Woo

Judgement Day
It smells like sweet blood of white lamb.
It tastes like the flesh of a baby.
It sounds like sawing your arms.
It feels like being deep in the coach.
It lives at night.
~Joe Seung Ki

Peace
It smells like fresh air of the mountain
but sometimes the cheap perfume that I like.
It tastes like cold and sweet ice cream and a warm soft tea.
It sounds like the sound of the sea but becomes still.
It feels like wrapping my skin and being protected, soft without clothes.
It lives any time,
any where
by everybody.
~Joo Hwan Yang