Skip to main content

19. Teenage Life in a Nutshell

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

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you
Post a Comment
Read more

We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye
Post a Comment
Read more

Not Your Typical New Year's Resolutions

2016 is a big year for me and for most friends my age. 2016 means I'll transform from "Olga Taratuta, High School Graduate" to "Olga Taratuta, B.A." 2016 holds my future in its sweaty palms. The words "job," "money," "graduate school," and "scholarships" seem to have dominated my pool of vocabulary. 2016 is where I become a real adult, not the OSAP mooching fraud that I am now. But adulthood is a scam. It is a fable told by society to keep the economy in check. Adults are seduced by money. We become promiscuous, lurking the streets to make a buck.  My original goals for 2016 were to: A) Get into graduate school B) Get a job C) Get an apartment D) Save, save, save! Then I realized that all those goals are money-driven to some degree. They are but cookie cutter resolutions, such as "exercise more" or "lose 5 pounds." I will not make money by aiming to make money. I have realized this ...
Post a Comment
Read more