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Welcome to my Blog!

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, I have posted all my major poems of my childhood on here (things you CANNOT find in my Facebook notes) and I have also included my most recent poems, written in the past year until now. If I were to post ALL of the poems I've ever written up here, there would be 100 minimum, but I don't want you guys to get bored. I am planning on adding some old poems now and then, just for the hell of it, though.

I am spilling my heart out through this laptop, so please respect my work and it is 100% COPYRIGHT. If you copy anything without permission, I will hunt you down. On a lighter note, enjoy my poems. For those troopers who decide to read every one of them, you and I can be best friends, because by reading all these poems on this site you will know me perfectly.

Poetry from 2000-2004: Basic. Just moved to Canada.
Poetry from 2005-2006: Generally happy, improving.
Poetry in 2007/part of 2008: More serious and emotional, some even brutal.
2009: This is Me now (: Non-rhyming and rhyming poetry, mostly serious and little humour.

Depending on how popular this site will become, which it probably won't, but I'm keeping my dear hopes up, I will be more interactive with you guys and add more exciting things on here, but please please PLEASE give me feedback on my poetry by commenting on a poem or two, you don't need a Google account to do so. I won't get offended, my writing needs to grow.

Thank you, and enjoy getting to know me.

Olga Taratuta
2009


I chose my own life to be this way
I chose all the emotions I felt today
And while I grow old, and wrinkly, and grey
My soul and my spirit will never decay
What I choose now will affect what the future holds
Because I will stay with me through hots and colds
For I chose to be rude
And I chose to exclude
I chose my emotions to be bland or good
All I want is to be understood
How exactly am I, just another teenage girl
Supposed to make the slightest difference in the world?
How can I even choose to make a change?
Growing up is so ironic and strange
So I shall choose to live my life
And choose to be who I am
I don't have necessary needs
I don't have a life plan
But sometime in the future, I'll choose to be brave
And my good choices will cause success to pave...

- Choose, February 2008,
Olga Taratuta

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