Derina Peng

Member Since: March 2019

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Featured on Booksie by Derina Peng

A New Dawn

Poem / Poetry

A ripple effect... Read More

Knitting a Golden Web

Poem / Poetry

About creating writing process and its effect. Read More

I Knit My Poem A Sweater

Poem / Poetry

It says it all, I guess... The title and poem was inspired by W. B. Yeats's poem : A Coat. Read More

White Lily

Short Story / Young Adult

A story about love and forgiveness. Read More


Last Updated May 24, 2022

Hello. It is Me!


Hello. It is Me!

I've updated my profile. I guess it's, or maybe it isn't, a news. I work ridiculously long hours so I try to write as tersely as I can. I am sorry for many of my works may seem too metaphoric and obscure to some. For a self-taught writer like me, I will find my way to make my writings more naked. Oh... You know what I mean. I would like to thank those members who gave me a hand, in term of suggestions or friendship, before, so I can improve as a person and writer.  


What You Believe Matters 

I believe in love, peace, mutual trust and a civilization where there is no wars, no criminals, and the good can have the right to rise to a better hight IS possible. 



This body age is too old to throw tantrum, too young to sing with Death. 

I grew up in Taiwan but found Australia home; majored in Biology now continue as a Life researcher; never been baptized a Christian yet am fond of being a shepherd. 

I'm no fan of drugs, violence and LGBTI, still it will never make me a Human-phobe. 

My words, like winds. They rise whenever they wish, they blow to wherever they will. They may be tempest, but mostly they are breeze. 

If you found my sky is too shiny, I would like you to know that before the rainbow there were always storms. 

If you felt my glasses are tinted rose, I could tell you that it's much better than keep blinding my own eyes with gloom.

Life isn't a heaven, certainly nor a hell. Love is made not sought, so are happiness and fate. 

I am not a perfect China doll; my fingers may type with holes; my breathes may smell foul. But one thing I do know: this China doll has eyes and her heart will never close. 

If you have read thus far and thought she deserves a bunch of adjectives or verbs. Would it be good or bad, I know I am Me. 


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