Harrison Bergeron (with reflection)

          THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
          Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
          It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains.
George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about.

Haiku

Beautiful, Delicate

She rests on the colorful flower

Fly, Fly, Fly, Butterfly

Look at my wings

Various color like the rainbow

Please people's eyes

Hide in the wood

You can't find me between leaves

Amazing Butterfly

My Scale

On the way to growing up, there is always something that is meaningful to us. For different people, there are different things which do not have to be significant, but are memorable for them. For me, there is one special of them thing, I call it “my scale,” a height scale on the wall. I know a lot of people have it  because it is not only a scale, but also records the memories of different time periods.

I used to live with my paternal grandparents before sixth grade. My grandparents' house is an old condominium in a military base, because my grandpa worked in the military. In this old condominium, the poor walls were destroyed by my drawings. I remember I drew birds on the wall, because I thought that the wall looked like the sky. Compared to all of these drawings, my scale is pretty outstanding as it is made of tons up of pencil lines drawn by me or my parents.

Imagine Me Without You

As long as stars shine down from heaven
And the rivers run into the sea
Till the end of time forever
You're the only love I'll ever need


In my life you're all that matters
In my eyes the only truth I see
When my hopes and dreams have shattered
You're the one thats there for me


When I found you I was blessed
And I will never leave you, I need you
Imagine me without you


I'd be lost and so confused
I wouldn't last a day, I'd be afraid
Without you there to see me through

Imagine me without you
Lord you know is just impossible
Because of you, It's all brand new
My life is now worthwhile
I can't imagine me without you


When I met you I was falling
You love lifted me back on my feet
It was like you heard my calling
And you rushed to set me free


When I found you I was blessed
And I will never leave you


Imagine me without you
I'd be lost and so confused
I would't last a day, I'd be afraid
Without you there to see me through


Imagine me without you
Lord you know is just impossible
Because of you, It's all brand new
My life is now worthwhile
I can't imagine me without you


When I found you I was blessed
And I will never leave you, I need you


Imagine me without you
I'd be lost and so confused
I wouldn't last a day
Without you to see me through


Imagine me without you
Lord you know is just impossible
Because of you, It's all brand new
My life is now worthwhile
I can't imagine me
Imagine me
I can't imagine me without you

          I excerpt this piece from a song, called "Imagine Me Without You." Such a pretty song that makes me cry because of its words. I love this song from head to toes, both the music and the words. It starts with "As long as stars shine down from heaven, and the rivers run into the sea," that takes me to its setting. I can picture the scene in my. Then, the song makes love more and more profound. I deeply feel how much the love between these two "love birds."

Fantastic

The sky is so bright,
Streets are full of lights.
Perhaps it is a festival.
It’s dark at night, but the fireworks explode in the sky.
The dark is like a perfect background.
Fireworks dance like passionate dancers!
They are shining in the sky,
like shooting stars
     Some are like thousands of red silky threads jumping across the sky.
Some are like pretty daisies prancing with lights
                                                        My favorite is the one that is like a huge waterfall
                                                      with pearl-like-color light under.
                                                       The fireworks are so gorgeous and glamorous.
                                                     They are like giant magnetics,
                                                      absolutely caught my eyes.

                                                      People set the fireworks.
                                                      The White House has a very pretty looking with the lights,
                                                     like a lotuses emerges from the water.
                                                      The fireworks make the night so fantastic.
                                                      The ground is not that dark.
                                                         It is brightened by the firework.
                                                    I am in love with it.
                                                    Revel in it.

Smash it!

You are not ugly, deformed or ill-looking.

Somehow, people hate you so much.

They hit you, beat you, and slap you as hard as they can.

What is wrong with you?

You look cute to me, like a huge-scoop of ice-cream.

You are passed on by many people, but do not melt.

You are difficult to punch,

That is why people like to hit you to relieve themselves.

You are smashed, as you fly like a bullet.

People jump up to slap you,

fiercely.

Bang! You are punched back again.

“I am so dizzy,flying back and forth in the air”, you complain.

That’s how the game goes,

intense, vigorous, crazy!

I love you, volleyball.

I am...

I'm a bird spiraling around the temples

I'm a leaf falling from the tree

I consider my self as a lotion to moisturize your skin

I'm a dice to be rolled by a man

I'm a cello plays powerful sounds

I wish I am your light, therefore you won't feel dark and lonely

I'm a clock to tell you how short our life is

I'm so-called love, never happen between me and him

I want quality but not quantity

Hopeful become somber

sadness is wiped away

Where is happiness?

Autumn

I knew you from the first autumn of my life.

The breeze flew through my hair.

You admired my beauty simply.

We sang together under a tree,

while it was raining.

How romantic.

You kissed me in the second autumn since we met.

We dated on a bright night.

It is dark in the woods,

the moon lightened us.

Like the strong lights lighten us on a dark dance stage.

You said: “we will get married someday.”

I said “Yes, I am here waiting for you.”

On the third autumn,

I snuggled in your arms.

My heart felt so warm like milk chocolate.

We were whispering to the stars.

You made a wish that we will stay together forever.

I said : “I will never stop loving you.”

The forth autumn was coming with drizzle.

My sorrow showed through

You wiped the tears from my eyes.

“I hate leaving, but there is no choice.”

You said, “I cannot imagine the life without you.”

The clouds were so pleased,

when I met you in last autumn.

We sang together again,

It was not as beautiful as before.

This is our last autumn together.

I left…

Your singing and beauty will remain in my mind, forever.

Until the last second in my life.

I knew you from the first autumn of my life.

The breeze flew through my hair.

You admired my beauty simply.

We sang together under a tree,

while it was raining.

How romantic.

Never happen again.

Lollipop

I am the lollipops,
always stick in kids’ hands.
They can never live without me.
I am the lollipop,
watching a lovely couple kissing,
feel the love all around them.
I am the lollipop luckily picked by a little boy
who spends a quarter for me.
I  am the lollipop thrown by a little girl,
because there are so many of me in the Halloween basket.

I am a strawberry lollipop,
always very popular in the world.
I am a mango lollipop,
I feel sorry because
you can merely taste an artificial flavor from  me.
I am a caramel lollipop,
thawing in your mouth.
I am the chocolate lollipop,
I am the biggest love of all kids.
I am an ice-cream lollipop,
imagine me in your mind,
I am sure that you have never seen me before.

Though I am just a small lollipop,
everybody wants me in the creative writing class.
Yes! I am just a lollipop,
I know you want me
when you get gloomy from being alone.
I love being a lollipop,
I am making people feel happy and lovely in this world.

Under the Rug

NAME: ERIC GROSS

JOB: PSYCHOLOGIST

AGE: 51

FAMILY: ERIC’S PARENTS AND HIS SON

Dedication

To my lovely parents and my host parents

Peng li and Huiqiang Du

Helen & George Groussis