20. Drowning in the Shallow End

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, total disgrace
A dilemma of the human race

I'm drowning in water two centimetres deep
Head is exploding, losing some sleep

How long will this go on for? I'm going insane!
Do I follow my heart, or praise my dumb brain...

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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

Lost in Rio

Jesus looks over The lost souls and bones below In the jungle sun To witness such beauty And such devastation God painted with one brushstroke Merry men sing Holes in their shoes The dark night lit up By police sirens And the crescent moon Bats flail around Like me, lost in the jungle Eyes glaring all around I hope they're monkeys Or jaguars I hope I can keep a piece of This country with me Safe in my pocket It smells like tropical rain And feels like The clam shells Washed up on the shore It tastes like fried bananas And heavily salted steak Sounds like seabirds cawing Samba on the streets And looks like a page From a storybook About parrots and palm trees Of finding a golden treasure A magnificent, uneasy place When she sun goes down So do we Leaving the night To the creepy crawlers And innocent stray cats

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

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