Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

I am feeling a little bit lonely right now, and I can't explain why... Oh yes, because my mom is out and it is just me and my cat in my apartment right now, just like every other evening. I try to get used to it, but I just can't. Being on my own for so many hours a day is becoming unbearable. Other people have families, big families, their grandma and grandpa whom they can visit, a mom and dad, siblings... How is this fair? Why am I in such isolation? Bloodstream flaring for someone to be with, but habit holding me back... Myself and I, we mingle with each other We foster ourselves and help each other smile We saunter through parks, watch the telly Then relax, and dream for a while Myself and I, we spend late weekday evenings At home, tackling homework, until we are done Mom is out at her boyfriend's place Myself and I have to discover ways to have fun We read a book, we blog, we chat We fake that we are ordinary teens When in reality, all we have is dinner,

Hello there, whoever is reading this. Welcome to my blog! My name is Olga Taratuta, and I have a passion. I have a passion for horseback riding, cross country running, reading Harry Potter books and being a teacher's pet, but I also have a passion that I was born with- and that is, writing. I have been writing ever since I came to Canada and learned to speak English. My first poem was, "Pig Wig" and it's amazing how far I have come since then... "Pig Wig" April 2002 Olga Taratuta [age 6] This pig has a wig His wig is big The pig eats fig He wears a wig One day the pig Took off his wig And he isn't pig wig Go ahead, laugh, snicker, try to write better if you were a 6 year old immigrant! My teacher always believed in me and told me I have a knack for rhyming words and literature. I have been getting nothing but A's in English all my life, even in the tough times. Explore my blog, bring poetry back into the 21st century. Since I just created this site,

A recap of my life- Frantic The split in my heart is Gigantic Currently being held together by Stitches Only amity can achieve ultimate Riches Love is absent when one is fifteen years Old We have faith in it so we are assured we have someone to Hold For no being wishes to voyage through life Deserted Yet in the brimming halls we feel we are Herded We devise excuses and admire our Crushes One twiddling thumbs while the other one Blushes That is not love; that is an untimely Game Twenty years from now, we will not be the Same A recap of my life- superb; exactly the way it’s destined to Be Heart burning and thawing, but me still remaining Me

Meh, this is just something I have been thinking about for a while now (: You know, how shallow humanity is and all that fun stuff? Here's a poem that I hope at least one of the few people reading this will understand...like really...understand and think about in life. Enjoy <3 September 6, 2009 Lay eyes on the girl strutting down the street Tell me, what do you see? The haircut, the top, the high heel shoes? How ignorant we all must be See the lank, husky man standing in the alley The one with the serpent tatoo? He must be a very menacing man, For ink on skin really defines you... Imagine that that sheer layer of skin Guarding your body from being exposed Imagine it shedding and falling apart Until the only thing left of you were muscles and bones This is how we all are on the inside No body would be able to assess us then We are marvels, unique singletons Individual men and women Sure, some of us are muddled in the head And a few of us are noticeably greedy Most of us humans a

I wrote this poem after uh, breaking up with someone. I was pretty angry, so I let it all flow out in a horse-based poem. Never judge a book by a cover, my friends. August 30, 2009 “Now which horse shall you be riding today, madam?” Asked the King, I responded with a grin Two loyal steeds stood in front of me The decision was obvious as sin On one end of the field was a sparkling stallion Not too skinny and not one bit stout A flailing mane that ruffled with the wind As he perfectly trotted about Parallel to this magnificent beast There stood an excuse for a horse, sloppily grazing His ribs almost ripped through his dull grey skin The fact that the King kept this mule was amazing So I mounted the beautiful stallion For one second I felt like a princess Until that cruel demon snorted and bucked And I was soon on the ground in distress A horseshoe print on my stomach And an experience too frightening to relive Was all I gained for riding that cruel creature One whom I will never forgive

I thought of this poem while I was on my vacation at the Tropical Princess resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. I thought of this poem as I was relaxing by the outdoor pool one night, drinking Coca Cola and looking at the sunset. It basically describes the cool atmosphere of the resort. I did more adventureous things too, but I had my chill moments :) Enjoy . August 5, 2009- Olga Taratuta Dipping my feet in ankle deep water Luke warm from the day’s worth of rays Savouring coke, ice cubes tinkling Gazing at the leaves of the palm tree sway The clouds shimmer in hues of pink As the sunset curtsies the teal sky Misty aromas from the buffet brush my nose Mango juice, fried fish, coconut pie There is no sign of distress in the world Not a single worrisome thought comes to mind Calming ocean waves strum their own tunes As they leave the tender sun behind Muffled beats are heard from the disco nearby Partygoers gambling and drinking Me, I am just reclining on a beach chair Immersing myse

"I haven't written a poem in a while, and I've been spending my whole week volunteering at a Horse Camp, waking up at 7 and going to the barn, going for a ride after all the kids leave in the late afternoon and coming home at 6 in the evening. Too much time with horses for me ;P End of story. I am so tired, this is not the greatest poem I've ever written, it's actually one of the worst because I didn't edit it. Enjoy nonetheless :)" July 17, 2009- Olga Taratuta The answer is no, I am not a horse lover I am not over obsessive about braiding one’s mane I would not care less about the lead I am on I do not supremely secure one’s rein I do not hoard my allowance for flashy tack I do not buy carrot sticks for horse consumption I do not treat them as if they were celestial beings It was only one person’s assumption I may not be a horse lover I may not kiss hoofed creatures on the nose I naturally harmonize with the kindly beasts They dismantle my heart’s thorns

A lullabye (: June 19, 2009- Olga Taratuta Sleep tonight, my precious one Dream when the sun has resided Behind the tree tops When your dozy lids close, Dream of immaculate angels With ivory eyelids and lips of a saint Imagine the Earth as unison Lambs patronizing the wolf When the stars are born And shimmer above your head Sleep, my darling, shut your eyes Everything is going to be all right It may seem like your life is hectic Your sanity obscure Your nerves being gnawed on by a mob of Sooty, vile mice With teeth of a lioness And serpent’s venom It may seem like your troubles are beyond What the Gods can comprehend Like your brain is being heaved into a kindle And singed till nothing is left of it but a pile Of estranged, dirty ash Just remember, my love, The sun has set May your troubles be forgotten Just for one night Let the moon murmur her lullaby And kiss you on the cheek Sleep, my angel, close your lids Let your worries drift away with The snug, soothing wind

This poem was written in half an hour..So it's not that pro :) But it is probably hard to understand since it just randomly popped into my head..Well, the pink brick symbolizes PEACE and it can only be built when people build it together, but some people are scared of peace, such as the narrator in this poem..so they end up living in a hateful world. Why is it called 'Hollow Sunlight'? Because the narrator wakes up and the sun feels hollow to her because she realized how afraid she is of peace. But this is just my side of the poem. Interpret it any way you like, and...ENJOY!!!!!!! :) With long brunette hair and the smile of an angel The stunning young lady so inviting with glee She picked up a few bricks off the dusty black floor She caressed them and gave one to me I was expecting a heavy thick brick Weighing at the minimum twenty pounds But instead it was light as a feather flying down From the tip of my nose to the ground The slender brick was smooth as marble Not a glin

Haha, good old times. I got kicked out of running for student council because I missed one stupid meeting. Oh well, shit happens. This was sort of hard to get over, though... So I wrote a complaint letter to the principal- WOW- idiot move of me. Unforgettable though. May 27, 2009- Olga Taratuta Failure is the predator, I am the prey Why does nothing ever go my way? I have learned, long ago, that life is unfair Cannot the bad luck travel elsewhere? I try my best; and I’m shoved to the floor What is the point of trying anymore? Yet when I tumble hard on my face I brush off my knees and stand up in grace I am not a loser! I deserve the first prize Then why are there glossy tears in my eyes? I am enraged, injustice is hard to accept Yet their cold hearts are draft and inept I try to be novel, I try to be brave But opposing the principal sent me to the grave What did I accomplish for standing up for myself? Is there anything I gained from rebelling against authority itself? I am not running

March 21, 2009- Olga Taratuta When one meets another for the very first time, the relation is solely based on materialism. One judges another by their gender, age, and physical appearance (hair colour, stature, etc.) Once one has given the other a chance to truly know each other, and learn personal traits and secrets, one views the other in a different manner, even though both people remain the same way throughout. One of the most beautiful face may be the human equivalent of Medusa, while one average nobody can posess a heart of gold. But, being human and irrational and such, we continue this prejudice, and sometimes one can never truly know another, for the arrogance is too strong. Humans popular among peers may be so well known for shallow reasons, while bright loving humans may be labelled and forgotten about. Since when was humankind so pathetic? Since always. We judge without knowing, we point without seeing. We are strolling down a staircase with blindfolds on our eyes. We are s

I came to the fact that- everyone dies. It's quite depressing, isn't it? March 11, 2009- Olga Taratuta Have you ever... Paused in front of your mirror For a very long time Losing track of the clock Second hand tapping away While you are standing there... Glaring at the face reflected in admiration Questioning, who am I? Why am I here? Is there a cause? When will I die? You acknowledge, How very brief life is Oh how, we pester about pitiful things And abuse the fact That life will end Nothing will matter, But the virtue you gave to the world; So, You should nourish every breath you take Listen to your heart beat, like music to your ears Stroke your cheek, Smile, shed a salty tear And grasp, Remember, every day and all the time, How lucky you are To be alive

This poem has deep meaning to it, but it is not direct, so just interpret it however you'd like :) My point of the poem was: White horses represent Love, which basically rules over everything. The woman in the poem is an angel, but since she has not fulfilled her share of love, she falls to the ground as a mortal, seeing how Earth is quite a pitiful place at times. Using the Chain of Being concept, it's rearranged so that Love is the King, followed by angels, animals, mortals, the Earth itself, and hatred. But if that's too confusing, just read and enjoy ;) February 16, 2009- Olga Taratuta Clouds, as silky as a kitten’s coat As broiling as the cackling log fireplace Meandering on clouds Such a remarkable feeling Eagles spreading their wings below her The starry universe illuminated above her Flawless white horses, galloping to and fro Bold tails lashing and piercing The clouds oh-so delicate below Pelting their hooves Heaven is quaking Universe out of control The full, roun

January 28, 2009- Olga Taratuta That special time; once a year Cupid reveals himself And shoots arrow aimlessly Assuming we will thank him For muddling the cycle of love Hearts are smashed And hearts are glued together With margarine We all want; red roses and chocolates Cards of sentiment We all want; someone to love Only to be reminded Roses blossom; roses wilt You are left with memories And an arrow of love Engraved in your heart

Short and sweet. Or short and morbid. Yeah, mostly morbid. January 21, 2009- Olga Taratuta Listen to the beat Of this heart, so cold Pulsating so briskly Raw walls shorn and lone Swelled with rainbow blood Shedding smears of red Emotions so very hidden Bombarded by the head Mouth sealed, lips shut Veiled in self regret Feelings of warmth attain... Those feelings I neglect I'm not a loathsome person I'm just selfish to the bone Thank Goodness I have you You melt this heart of stone

January 14, 2009- Olga Taratuta Remember those good old days... When life revolved around ice-cream and fun Biggest challenge was, colouring inside the lines Not leaving for recess, till clean up was done Yes, those swell ancient years When lying was committing a crime Snowball fights were a part of living We just had vacation all the time... Unfortunately, those days are long gone Now it's three hours of homework a night Friends come and go, life is puzzling Nothing is ever ideally right Boys don't have cooties anymore It complicates life to the max There are so many choices and so little time On top of it all, 10 pound backpacks Teenage drama, is so tedious Priorities and conscience in a haze I'll look back upon, my High School years And think, yeah, those were the days...

I learned that... I am not perfect (: January 2, 2009- Olga Taratuta Just when you think your life is over When you reckon things will never be the same Reality slaps you in the face You notice it was all a game When times get lonesome Emotions become confusing Inhale, exhale; let the feelings fly by You’ll see they’re truly amusing You deem you’ve made a fool of yourself Laugh at yourself and forget it Move on firmly, with a smile You’ll see you won’t ever regret it Savour every day on this Earth For love is limited and life is brief Might as well make the most of it Time can be a hell of a thief We all make mistakes, some hard to ignore Not everyone is in faultless glory For if we were all utterly perfect Life would be pretty damn boring!

Inspiration: Geography class :) Have you ever heard of shark fin soup? I have, and I've tried it before, and I must admit it's quite tasty. But, after learning how it's MADE, I feel very bad for eating it : In the Pacific, surrounding Taiwan and China, fishers hunt for sharks. They don't just kill the poor things, no...they SLAUGHTER them. They hook them on a line or net, drag them to the surface, cut the poor thing's fins off, and release the finless shark into the water to drown. Bastards! My guilt is extreme. Well, almost as extreme as this screwed up poem. December 24, 2008- Olga Taratuta Born in the Pacific Off the coast of Taiwan I'm just a guiltless gulper shark I haven't done anything wrong I'm simply touring the ocean Prying tuna when I feel my belly grumble When fatigued, I doze in a local cove I am mellow and quite humble I'll never forget my very first love With a stunning shark, so divine We swam the ocean, side by side Among vast reefs,

The night before my first date. Ha, I was nervous as hell, and I think you can tell by this poem that I had sleeping problems too! December 14, 2008- Olga Taratuta No matter what happens... Life will go on The sweet sun will rise Cowardice be gone It's not the end of the world... Merely a moment in time Just another December day Another minute sublime Problems today... Are laughs tomorrow Those happy times Reflect yesterday's sorrow In the end... Everything will be all right Don't worry Sleep peacefully tonight Silently lay under the covers Much too fretful to sleepI t's not the end of the world Just resting and counting sheep...

I wrote this for the school newspaper, and it might sound really pro but that's only because I worked on it for like... 3 hours! December 8, 2008- Olga Taratuta Snowflakes are peppering the muddy, ripe land The frostbitten air is crisp yet so bland Sharp winds scrape your delicate skin Treading on ice, so risky, so thin Leafless trees remain bare and exposed Envious of evergreens, hued and well-posed Roofs are blanketed in clouds of white puff Contrast the pavement, polar and rough Gazing at the infinite, humble wintry sky The mildest tint of arctic blue, so splendid and sublime Sunlight is peeking from in between the snowy haze Seldom stages of warmth create a tranquil blaze Frosty air streams out your numbed lips Ice melts on your fingers and dreamily drips Cool shivers slither down your spine Your eyes soften the coldness, make everything fine Pine trees hum and dance to the breeze Glistening puddles wither and freeze The snow twinkles like diamonds in the sun We embrace Decembe

So, my mom had this boyfriend who I HATED but she always went to see him, sometimes overnight from Friday to Saturday, and I was left in the apartment all alone... I never told her how I felt because I just wanted her to be happy, so I agreed to the idea of spending nights on my lonesome. December 5, 2008- Olga Taratuta Staring out the window... Christmas lights on balconies Red and green and so... Humbly glamorous The note is perched up on the table... Be home at 10, dinner's in the fridge Life is not a fairy fable... Noodles in a bowl Here I am, myself and I... Imaginary friend beside me Those magazines are all a lie... I'm oh so very lonely Dream about a better world... Hope for love and success Think about being a different girl... But, coincidentally, I am me You are you, and we are we... It's the simplest common sense Fate and destiny... And the moody lights outdoors Can't you see I'm... Ever. So. Lonely.

Oh my, this poem brings back memories. I had this huge crush on a guy in my class but I was way too shy to talk to him and I KNEW he didn't like me. In the end, we did end up talking and we did go out...for a while. Meh, don't all good things come to an end? They couldn't have started off well if feelings of drowning in 2 cm water were involved...Haha... November 27, 2008- Olga Taratuta There I am sitting, still as a rock Refusing to listen, restraining from talk Three million thoughts fizzing at once All in my brain, feeling so dunce Volcano of ridicule, biding to boom Will eventually end internal battle of doom If only, if only, those thoughts so blue If only, if only, they were not so true If only the sky was a crimson red And the snow was scorching and hot instead If only the wild geese fluttered North this year Then maybe, just maybe, adios to my fear Hopeless, is the first word that comes to my mind Ironic and bashful trail closely behind Mortification, distress, tota

November 13, 2008- Olga Taratuta Notebooks, Tests Worksheets Burgers and Sweets Quiz Cramming Teacher Damning Broken Pop Machines Janitor Humming Coffee and Smoking Practical Joking Those Druggies Outside So Very Provoking Crushes and Friends And Those Phony Pretends Immature Guys The Fun Never Ends Squeaky Locker Stupid Mocker Volleyball Lacrosse and Soccer Algebra and Geometry Hints Disguised so Cleverly Report Cards And That God Damn C Talking, Blushing Red Bull Rushing The Joy of Beer Brain is Mushing Sleepy, Tired Nerves Dewired Always Dreaming Attention Span Expired The Best Years of Your Life? Not Even Close But From All The Others... This One I Love The Most

I'm in love with my horse! October 29, 2008- Olga Taratuta Good morning, Baloo I probably look like a freak Whispering secrets into a horse's ears But he listens And he looks at me with his round, bold black eyes His majestic heart Pumping as loudly as mine And he doesn't care About my acne, my hair, my clothes Baloo doesn't give a damn About my math grade, class average Baloo loves me For being me For treating him with delicate hands For stroking that fuzzy spot on his brow For grooming him till he shines For talking to him in a tender, warm hearted voice He is my pet, my lover, my friend omeone who cheers me up when I'm blue If only humans were just like Baloo The world would be a haven of romance

Aftermath of my parents' divorce. October 25, 2008- Olga Taratuta I used to have a house, my dad, a lawn, a cat I had a basement where we could hang out and chat I had 1000 TV channels and MTV But there was something wrong, something the outside eye couldn't see Cause what's the point of me being rich money-wise When I hid in the closet to block out my parents' raging cries Now it's all gone, and I'm not ashamed to say Living with my mom, I come home to an apartment every day Two bedrooms, and one washroom, what else could I ask for? But sometimes I get this feeling; I want more, more, more It's easy to feel poor, when everyone around Live in 2 garage mansions, and need a lost and found It's easy to get down, and feel all bruised and blue When I go over to a friend's house, and I can't even find the loo But hey, I'm still smiling, because I know Life won't always be like this, I'll continue to grow Though I'm not the richest perso

This is around the time I first started horseback riding and loving the farm life. September 2008- Olga Taratuta I wake up in the morning A wide grin on my face The cows are mooing in the field And the sheep are in their place Old Dingo wags his tail for joy Mr. Whiskers catches his fourteenth mouse There’s blisters on my feet And cold water in my house I’m happy here! It’s euphoria I’m natural and free I own a pair of rubber boots The country life is the life for me I take four buses to visit my closest friend And it’s a two hour hike to visit that god darn well But I love it, wheat fields and grassy plains Cause concrete and rush hour is hell I’d rather be woken up by a horse stampede Or a rooster’s high-pitched screams Than by the devil noise of city clutter and stress It pierces through good dreams I’m happy here! It’s euphoria I’m natural and free I own a pair of rubber boots The country life is the life for me All this time you’re running to the city While I hide from this junkya

Based on my first day of HIGH SCHOOL! :) September 5, 2008- Olga Taratuta Freshman year has just begun It's three quarters boredom and one quarter fun What's my homeroom? I don't have a clue And it's damn easy to get lost When classroom 85 is beside class 152 Three hours of homework every night, it's a waste of time And if it's incomplete, they'll treat it like a crime Lunches at McDonald's every single day Burgers would be great and all, if I didn't have to pay Seniors give you nasty looks or simply treat you like air You talk to them and look at them; they don't notice you're even there Stampedes of smelly teens, flow in a mass from hall to hall The only way you could be safe is if you clung on to a wall But then...heaven forbid...you'd be late for class Sitting in a lump outside the door, watching people pass No time for being foolish, no time for flirting with guys Absolutely not a moment to rest and close your eyes First days of high

I have noticed that schoolwork and social life are almost impossible to juggle evenly, so the scale aways tips to one side. June 2008- Olga Taratuta Little have I learned during my thirteen years of living But I’m certain life’s unfair, we’re all puppets on a string There were times when friends and boys were always on my mind It was only my dignity and grades that were left behind I strived to balance this crooked scale But one side of it will always be frail My academics glowed, and my social life chipped thinner I never goofed off, and I was always home for dinner Friends were scarce, and boys were a mystery once more Barbaric behaviour and untamed parties were knocked ashore Now I am myself, intelligent and witty A hesitant kid in the big city My marvellous grades are my pride and my joy But what’s the point of being an A student when you can’t even say ‘hi’ to a boy? This cycle has to end one day or another! Or will one side of the scale always be larger than the other? If only, i

Poor Rocky, my cat that I've owned for 6 years decided to run away :( May 2008- Olga Taratuta Rocky, no last name. Orange tabby, swirls of peach smoothie lining his fur coat. Plump and irritating, a painstake of my life, soon to become my lost companion, my one and only domestic pet, the cat. Rocky went through a sort of metamorphosis a few days back. From amicable to atrocious, from tame to wild. Wild as oven roasted rice freshly brewed by natives. He left behind his food, his toys, his owner, his fellowship. He alienated into a wild cat, vaulted off the balcony with no hesitation, just a couple warming sprints back and forth on the concrete. It couldn't have been anything else but a call of the wild, a call of the wild in which he will belittle to pulp under BMW tires off of Major Mac. If he's lucky. Gone for days now. I don't think I'll ever see him again. It's quite dismal...healthy, wholesome Rocky, a flimsy alley cat bustling in between garbage cans, defin

My actual first good non-rhyming poem, though generally creepy and a bit monstrous and melancholic... March 2008- Olga Taratuta If one were to tear his heart in two Such as an old lady would do Squeezing ends on a fresh walnut Till her bony fingers shook in veins and Miserable, cackling, carousels Canaries of multiple hues would shoot through open wounds A blood-blanketed kaleidoscope bursting in rainbow patches His deep cinnamon eyes quenching for euphoria Amidst a righteous haven; In human standards labeled: His Heart Butchered in dusk Buttered at dawn Sold on the street market for 3.99 Perched to a hanger by the sweet apple stall She cheats the mad chef and sprints with the meat So perfectly wrapped in cloth round her hands Blotches of vampire red Dripping in strings on the street She clutches his heart as if it were her own child Fear of shattering it More than it’s already crushed His heart finds its way to her oak-rimmed counter Beating in the warmth of the fireplace Orange and r

Back to the good old emotional stuff... "Popular Days" February 2008 Olga Taratuta Everyone has feeling, and everyone has emotion So why are they so uncaring, without a positive notion Why do they fake ‘stupid’, why do they fake ‘cheap’? Inside, deep on the inside, it causes them to weep And so I stand alone, I stand alone for what I believe No matter how much my loneliness causes me to grieve My religion, my faith, my hopes and my dreams It’s all much more important than it seems And with it I’ll succeed, unlike those ‘mainstreamers’ Because we all know who are the dreamers And who are the ones who keep their heads low Resisting to expand, and refusing to grow Those who curl up and waste their life away Sitting in front of the television day by day by day It’s just so depressing, the foolishness of mankind Leaving all good aspects behind Popularity, money, plastic surgery, fame It’s all so pointless and all so lame Drugs and alcohol are your tickets to doom So spend your ‘po

Finally, a humorous poem! I was about to go cry in a corner after reading through all my old poems and finally there's gold in a pile of charcoal! Enjoy this poem I wrote in grade 8 in history class, I was BORED. "Daydreams" November 2007 Olga Taratuta This class is so boring! So let’s go exploring! I don’t know where I’m going with this thing In my head there’s this random ‘ring’! “Write about anything! Write about socks!” I’d rather eat a mouthful of genuine clocks! Does that make any sense? No, not at all Huh? Why am I suddenly beginning to crawl? Where am I? It’s so wet and warm in here Ew, I really want to disappear Is that smoke? Yes! It’s coming from above! It’s starting to growl, oh, this I just love It’s roaring, it’s snorting, it’s a dragon! Oh crap! And I’m stuck in his mouth with his bloody gross sap It’s nasty and queer, what the heck, where am I now? I stare at my hooves, OH MY GOD I’M A COW! There’s this random talking, it’s coming from my tummy! “Eat the g

No comment* "First Impression" August 2007 Olga Taratuta First impressions are easily listened to But what you look like doesn’t define you Clothes don’t matter, shoes don’t count Logos and money definitely don’t stunt All of it is fake, it’s all surreal Think of the kids who would die for a meal It’s all so ironic, business and all I wish all of it could go bankrupt and fall It’s all money money, greedy and mean Sucking out coins out of every teen First impressions of anyone or anything First impressions on how “well” a celeb can sing How rich she is, how pretty they are How I envy that powerful star Looks, power, money and possession It’s all just a big obsession That makes a wonderful first impression But only the first

And finally I was cured of my emo-ness and depressing poetry :) Amen. June 2007- Olga Taratuta Rebels, go torture your friends Just get away from me right now and don’t pretend That I’m one of you, that I’m worthless and mean Yes, you sure are sneaky and keen The way you trap kids under your spell There is truly no need to rebel Of course there’s some rebel in every one of us But I can see by the way you torture and fuss That you’re the bad kind of rebel, a one who puts other down, it’s true Most of us normal kids can’t stand you and your rebellion crew The cold hard truth: Detentions aren’t cool Especially when you get them almost everyday at school Just get out of my sight, you selfish devils Go back to your cave, you dirty, mean rebels.

Oh my, warning: this is the most depressing piece of crap you'll ever read! Haha, I was going through tough times back then. Tough times. "Shattered Roses" May 2007 Olga Taratuta I stare out the church window, black rose in my hand, Watching my dead husband sleep beneath the eerie land Tombstone filled with candlelights, and flowers, and love And sunshine sweeping down from the heavens above I clench my fists tighter, and the rose pricks deep into my skin, Blood flowing down from the stem, washing away my sin My teardrops hit the petals, eyes full of sorrow For I’m the one who killed my husband, soul mate of tomorrow

This poem was based on a recurring thought, and my imagination. "The River And The Moon" May 2006 Olga Taratuta The moon hovered silently, Over the flowing river And along came the pizza man Who’s job was to deliver “I challenge you,” said the river to the moon, “To see who could get that man wet” The moon sighed a heavy sigh, And answered, “okay, it’s a bet” It’s very obvious, That a river can soak someone But for a moon, That is not easily done The river tried first, And he formed a strong current But the man walked through He just passed and went The river, now, had given up, And it was the moon’s turn, “How could he make the man wet?” His mind started to churn “Alas!” he exclaimed, The moon knew what to do He was a very smart moon And a clever one too So the moon, Shone on the man The man got half-blinded And so worked the plan The pizza guy was so puzzled, He fell into the river And so the moon had won, Without a blister or a sliver

I definetely remember writing this poem on a sunny morning in 2005. There was a fly buzzing around my head and I could not defeat it, so I turned to my pen and paper instead. June 2005- Olga Taratuta In the eyes of a fly we seem so giant, The fly is noisy, annoying and defiant A bowl of delicious mushroom soup, Seems like a burning pool of toxic goop The piggy bank is very scary, It’s an over sized pig! We need the military! My cute little puppy, named Spark, Is like an elephant that can bark Don’t forget my kitten, named Fur, She is like a jaguar that can purr Sweet strawberry jam smothered on bread, Is a sticky fluid that most flies dread A candlelight blazing with fire, Is not what most flies truly admire! When they go near a TV they can get electrified, When the mail comes they can get squashed by Mr. Tide Now comes the ultimate death of doom, It’s neither place, nor pet, nor room It’s neither cat and neither dog, It’s neither pig and neither hog A flytrap! SPLAT! End of story, tha

Ah, this was written in the times when I first started learning and understanding fractions. "Cake Problem" December 2004 Olga Taratuta I got a cake last Saturday At least one- eighth I got Then chopped the slice smaller, Eight- eighth, that’s much! I thought I didn’t eat it all at once Instead, I saved it for later Only a fool would gobble it up Like a crazy alligator My brother sneaked up on me And ate one- eighth of the cake Only had seven- eighth left Leaving the cake on the table was a terrible mistake! It was a hot and sunny day And two pieces melted Only had five- eighth left But still I had to save it Spike my dog ate a piece Now what shall I do? With only four pieces left I’ll go hullabaloo I couldn’t take it anymore But I had to save it still Some pigeons came to my cake And ate a piece from the windowsill With only three- eighth of the cake I could just cry A piece slid off my plate Fell on the floor, goodbye Only two pieces left A piece grew some mold And the last

I was traumatized after receiving my very first detention in grade 4 when I threw a snowball at my friend. It turned out to be ice and he was badly injured for a week or so. Oh, good times. "Detention" Olga Taratuta 2004 Getting detention is the worst thing yet, My first detention I’ll never forget You go to the principal’s office and sit on a chair, The scary feeling, I cannot bare There are other kids involved in the situation, And they each have an explanation “ Maggie kicked Susan!” shouted Luce “ Carrie bit Nick!” barked Bruce But there was one person they blamed, That was ME, what a shame! Well, I was the one that kicked Susan, She was acting so weird She didn’t cry or anything, She pinched me back, I got a sting Principal, he just didn’t believe me, All because there was a scrape on her knee For a week, no recess, for a week, no fun, Instead of staying in I would play in the sun Have to write lines, over again, I really don’t know if I can Finally, when the week is don

I also wrote this one when I was about 8 years old. I think I wrote this on Halloween, it just proves my young and dark little mind! "When The Full Moon Rises" Halloween 2003 Olga Taratuta When the full moon rises, There are great surprises Zombies begin to slowly crawl, Evil spirits shiver down the hall. Skeletons are lined in rows, And the statues change their pose Vampires come down in capes, I’m telling you, there’s no escape Witches fly in the dark sky, And make Newt-Lizard pie Werewolves howl in the moonlight, It is such a terrible fright Spooky ghosts fly here and there, Giving moans of despair, Sending shivers everywhere. It’s such a dark and scary night, When the evil spirits start to fight Vampires suck on you tight, Frankenstein wastes all his might So remember, When the fool moon rises There are great surprises…

This is my first post because this is a very important poem to me. It is actually one of the first poems I've ever written that wasn't totally juvenile! "Always Have Peace Inside" November 2003 Olga Taratuta Peace is all about love, When you see pretty angels above It is when your heart blooms, And sings many happy tunes Peace is when you have joy in your heart, And when you are not alone or apart The key to peace is being joyful, Not moody or dull No angel will hug you if you have no peace inside, Peace is when love and joy are tied So always have a heart like sugar pie, And always have peace, inside