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
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
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
~.~.~.~.~
Day four of poetry month
4. 100% Dad

Vietnamese

American

Hard working

Tired

Happy

Frowny

Angry

Determined

Tall

Lazy

Human

My dad

100%

4. Rivalry

                “Books, movies, and real life, what do they have in common, class?” asks Mr. Whitenod casually walking around the room. The class thinks it over, a multitude of answers forming in their brains ready to travel down to their mouths, and be let out. “Well?” he asks a bit impatiently when no one has raised his or her hand yet. The class remains quiet some still thinking it over others a bit afraid to raise their hand while others are waiting for a person to do it first. While Mr. Whitenod remains waiting about ready to choose, a random kid if no one answers soon. A girl with auburn pigtails and jade green eyes raises her hand halfway up into the air a bit unsure of her answer.

                “Yes Kisha?” asks Mr. Whitenod glad that someone was finally brave enough to raise her hand.

                “Is the answer love?” she says in a timid voice. The teacher sighs and starts to mutter something in German that almost sounded like why me?

                “Anything not so obvious?” he says at the same time when five more hands rise up. “Yes?”

                “Is it emotions?” asks a guy with too much gel in his hair.

                “No,” he says flatly.

                “Is the answer, everything has a story?” asks a girl with too small glasses.

                “No.”

                “Climax?”

                “No.”

                “Do they have drama?”

                “Yes, but that’s not what I was looking for.”

                “Words, language?”

                “No and no.”

                “Humans?”

                “Survivors?”

                “Rocks?”

                “No, no, no, and don’t you dare come up with another suggestion,” he says in a slightly irritated tone, “All of those are excellent, but it’s not what I’m looking for. Now I’m going to give you one more chance, and make it a good one.” Everyone was confused because the teacher has said not to come up with another answer, but he was giving him or her one more chance to come up with the correct answer. So everyone thought and thought all coming up with one last and very impressive guess by their standards, but they were a bit scared to raise their hands. So with one quick glance around herself the girl with auburn hair and jade green eyes raises her hand. Her classmates hoping a bit that she is right this time.

                “Yes Kisha?” asks Mr. Whitenod, wondering a bit if she’s going to state out another obvious answer.

                “Is the answer… thoughts?” she timidly asks. The teacher sighs and forces a tight smile onto his face, the class inwardly cheering a bit thinking that she got it right.

                “No that’s good though, but no it’s not the answer,” the teacher says deflating the happiness.

                “Then what is the answer?” asks the guy with too much gel in his hair.

                “It’s something simple but complicated and it’s called rivalry.”

                “Rivalry?” nearly everyone in the whole room asks at the same time, a bit confused.

                “Yes rivalry. You see everyone is rivaling against each other, for power, wealth, success, knowledge, and one of the most common ones for love.”  The students absorb this, still a bit confused as to what the teacher is really saying. Mr. Whitenod sighs a bit irritably noticing the confusion in the room. “Look, there’s competition everywhere. In the Twilight books and movies, Edward and Jacob are competing against each other for Bella’s love. Same thing in the Hunger Games only it’s with Gale, Peeta, and Katniss. If you’re trying out for something, you’re rivaling against others who also want the same thing. See even you guys were rivaling against each other to see who can come up with the correct answer.” The students nod a bit understanding what the teacher is talking about. “So look around you, see who’s rivaling to become the smartest, the prettiest, the most popular, etc. You’ll be surprised to notice that there’s usually more than ten.”