Two, three more poems, please?

Day two of poetry month
2. Visitor 

De thump de thump
The beating of my heart felt
Unfamiliar

Conk, thump, conk
My footsteps felt
Heavy

My hands were
Sweaty
My eyes
Unblinking

As I took a slow step
Forward
The door looking less and less
Like a
Safe haven
And more like
Hell

For a minute
I wondered if I should have
Turned around
Too late now
I think to myself
As I finally reach the door

Thump, thump, thump
My knocking sounded like
Thunder
During a stormy night

Silence then…
The click of a lock
Opening
Then the soft creak of an
Opening door

As my eyes started to
Close
And then I felt something
Falling
Into familiar
Arms
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Day three of poetry month
3. I'm sorry/ I'm not sorry

I’m sorry for being so unapologetic
I’m sorry for being so uncaring
I’m sorry for abandoning you in your time of need
I’m sorry for having ever met you

I’m not sorry for having met you
I’m not sorry for you being the way you are
I’m not sorry for you having abandoned me
I’m not sorry for being your friend

I’m still sorry for having you in my life
I’m sorry for having you around my violent ways
I’m sorry for being your friend

I’m not sorry for still having you in my life
I’m not sorry for hanging around you
I’m still not sorry
So please stop apologizing

I’m sorry
I'm not
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Day four of poetry month
4. 100% Dad

Vietnamese

American

Hard working

Tired

Happy

Frowny

Angry

Determined

Tall

Lazy

Human

My dad

100%

3. Making History

For a better understanding of today's theme go here and scroll to where it says earthquakes. It kind of tells you why the Mirians left, but it won't tell you why they decided to come back. And that is another story I shall write another day. 
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                Selina finds herself back in the control unit with the floor to ceiling windows looking out into the dark space full of stars, planets, and the sorts. It was also, where she spent her first couple of years when she was younger.  Approximately, it was an half an hour till the multitude of star splattered ships landed on the planet they originated. Everything was ready or about as ready as they can ever be. The food that was specially prepared for today is cooling or staying warm in the various assigned chambers. The entertainment was getting ready for their possible debut on Miris. The speech complete sounding very Selina-ish and a bit leader-y. The interior of the ship was a spotless white, almost as white as it was all those years ago when a different leader was on this ship.

                She sighs remembering how she feared the perfectness of everything on this ship. How there was not a stain or scar anywhere. Nothing ever seemed to break or look like it was broken. She smiled a bit as she remembered how happy she used to be whenever she was in this room. The only room she knows of that’s not white or spotless. But since she has taken over the leadership role, various scars have started to form everywhere each one quickly fixed. Only to have it appear again somewhere else. Imperfectness has started to show on this ship and not the yelling kind of imperfectness, the good imperfectness. The flaws that refuse to get fixed no matter what. And she smiles a bit at that, her fear of the ships’ perfectness dwindling into a wine from Earth.

                She takes a small sip of the wine, suppressing some memories of some foolish love. Her eyes look outside into the space beyond full of stars, planets, asteroids, comets, debris, and nothingness. They were trying to look for some familiar landmark. Only landmarks change, especially after about twenty years. She sighs and hopes that they aren’t that far from Miris. The name was achingly familiar though depressing, with gray everywhere, and every manmade item crushed by the wildlife around it. Though will it still be like that when the Mirian’s landed?

                Oh god, I hope not, Selina thinks to herself while taking another sip of wine, then it means that Nature haven’t been particularly creative over the years. She smiles a bit bitterly, remembering Nature taking over causing a war leaving many dead especially the Mirians. Leaving the remaining Mirians to go to Earth, only to have a bunch of trouble start, starting from when the original Mirians got assassinated, to making the new leader Selina make the choice of going back to their home planet, Miris.

                Mutters can be heard behind the closed door leading to the actual control unit with the ship’s navigational tools. Some sound excited others nervous as the minutes start to tick down. Selina smiles and sets down her glass of wine on the table that sits nearby. She takes her folded lilbus from her pocket and quickly unfolds it. Her eyes resting on the numbers in the bottom right corner of her screen ticking down to the supposed landing. She checks her messages each one telling her good luck and to have fun on camera as well as other stuff about the landing. Footsteps can be heard outside the other closed door as the photographers, historians, crew people, and other people of such importance wait to be let in the control unit.

                After pressing a couple of controls on her lilbus the door to the control unit slides open as everyone prepares to take their place. Selina’s heart beats excitedly knowing she’ll be home in just a matter of minutes. After having her makeup redone, her wine removed, and the wire thin microphone quickly fitted and hidden under a layer of makeup, the camera settled up and other matters of importance everyone was ready or as ready as everyone will ever be.

Selina turns around so she’s looking out of the window. The stars now looking achingly familiar that it seems it hasn’t changed at all for the last two decades. Everyone knows it will be a matter of seconds before Miris comes into view. A childlike smile on everyone’s faces that bursts into cheers of joy as the first hint of gray peeps among the purple, white, blue, red, yellow, and orange, and other colors of the universe. The gray steadily grows and bits of brownish-orange can be seen as well. At first confusion grows on everyone’s faces as they see the brownish-orange, but Selina still remains smiling. Recognizing it as the still same old, Miris only with a bit of color added to it.

Once they get closer enough to see the details more clearly, it is in fact the same old Miris. Bits of crumbled buildings can still be seen though plant life is quickly growing over it. Pictures are quickly being taken, words are being written, the whole thing being captured on film, every Mirian waiting to see what their leader’s reaction will be.

“Welcome home,” says Selina a childish smile still on her face. Only this time it is laced with a bit of sadness, as the familiar yet unfamiliar comes into view. Everyone cheers again not noticing the dread that has started to form as each second ticks closer to the landing.