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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Happiness is jumping in a pool of pink jellybeans Feeling the cool candy on my skin Happiness is enjoying the pleasures of life Without worrying about confessing my sins Whoever said that we are gluttons For biting juicy pears on the beach Must never have felt the sand in their toes They must have placed their own soul out of reach And what about greed? It's not all that bad To bury a pile of chestnuts for the spring All animals do it, so why shouldn't we? If it's greedy to love yourself, let it be Lust is the one that makes pastors blush Yet it's one of the greatest joys in the body A kiss and a dance, laughter and romance Why did we ever label this happiness as naughty? Have you ever seen a cat sad when it naps? It is okay to sometimes be lazy The body needs rest as does the mind Or the world will set fire from the crazy If happiness is a sin, then let me smile in hell Looking up at the do-gooders above For to live is to err, to cry, and to sing Happiness is pink jell...

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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

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