Time Stood Still
I am from overflowing bookshelves
with bursts of color like a Picasso painting,
From towers and mountains of journals and notebooks
filled with random thoughts, ideas, observations.
I am from the neighbour's magnolia tree
with its large leaves knocking together in the wind
like a child banging wooden learning blocks together.
I’m from the single yellow and pink rose
that visits in the midst of the fifth month.
I am from the medieval castle puzzle
teeming with lords, ladies, and knights,
And from the over thirty barbies I owned.
I’m from enormous, sweet, and soft apricots
that ripened during the summer on Grandpa’s farm.
And aggravating mosquito bites
from playing in the park too late.
I’m from, “Remember, Misho, treat everyone the same.”
I’m from the small European country
between Greece and Romania.
I am from bow shaped pasta
eaten with feta cheese and sugar,
And grape-sized squishy blueberries
which I called bimbam.
I’m from Wingardium LeviOsa, not LeviosA,
From sitting on the couch and saying “Accio Remote!”
and hoping it would really fly into your hand
like a bird flying to its nest.
I am from sarcastic friends and understanding family members,
From in between the pages of books,
where I lose and find myself.
I am from those moments after a long and draining day,
lying on the ground alongside my friends
and laughing over the littlest, most ridiculous things,
until it felt like an ab workout.
In those moments - time stood still.
We met at the maple tree.
It was autumn,
Leaves beginning to blush,
Just as my cheeks did when I ran into him.
I’m not sure how it became,
But it was lovely, he was lovely.
He was stalwart and kind.
It is germane at this point,
To say I was in love.
But he began to ignore my class,
He spurned my attempts at conversation.
Until one day, I saw him,
Sitting on the escarpment,
With his arms around another girl.
And suddenly I understood.
Pain like I’ve never felt before,
Violently tore through my heart.
I came home and cried,
Over his sinister actions.
And soon those tears,
Turned to guttural sobs.
The next week was full of lethargy.
I was heartbroken and petulant.
I tried to convince myself,
That it was okay,
But I couldn’t countenance it any longer.
I lay awake at night,
Staring at the moon,
The curtains flow,
Looking like ghosts,
As the keening wind wails.
And I just lay there,
With a hand over my mouth,
Tears streaming down my no-longer blushing cheeks,
And try to be silent,
So I do not wake my family.
And I cry,
Because I know a part of me will always love you.
Maybe we feel empty,
Because we leave a piece of ourselves,
In everything we’ve ever loved.
You will forever be the person,
That I look for in a crowded room.
But
I
Can
Feel
Myself
Slowly
Fading
From
Your
Mind
I wonder why history repeats itself,
But no one seems to learn the lesson.
I wonder why there is so much conflict between different ethnicities,
We’re all people anyway.
I wonder why empires never last,
They seemed invincible before.
I wonder why people fight and die,
When it is easier to live in peace.
I wonder why Society has a quintessential idea of how a person should be,
But no one seems good enough for them.
I wonder why nothing is perfect,
When everyone is trying to make it so.
I wonder why people can’t set aside their differences,
We’re all human!!!
I wonder why people make choices based on their own ideas,
Without putting themselves in others’ shoes.
I wonder why humanity is conflicted and cannot work together.
I wonder why people ask what life is,
Just go out there and live it!!!
If I were in Charge of the World
If I were in charge of the world,
I would eliminate war,
I would banish world hunger,
I would cancel pollution,
I would abolish global warming,
Because our world deserves perfection.
If I were in charge of the world,
People would feel safe,
People would act peaceful,
People would stop worrying about thousands of things,
People would laugh and smile more,
They’d stop and smell the roses.
If I were in charge of the world,
Everyone would be free to be themselves,
Why is everyone so scared of that now?
School would start at noon,
Money would not be used to pay for things,
Because money does not determine,
how good of a person you are;
Books would be free,
Because everyone should get free books.
If I were in charge of the world,
Bad people would not exist,
Why should they?
All food would be of the same health value,
There would be no castes,
We’d all simply be,
People.
And someone who enjoys plotting against people for writing,
Would still be able to rule the world.
~ Lora
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