Then it wasn’t my confession that gave him the big shock, Sara thought, He already knew the whole story that’s why he understood my acts.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called u when u were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” u answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she zei with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” u zei playfully and my hart-, hart beat faster than before.
“Oh yes, this is James, he’s in med school too. I met him today in Mr. Calhan class.”
“It’s a great pleasure to meet u James” u smiled enchantingly
“The pleasure is all mine” I zei nervously
u were starring at me in a way that made me even meer nervous and confused. u reached your hands slowly, and u didn’t let go until a few seconds. I was looking at u the volgende a few seconds, unaware of what u were saying to Emily.
“How about u come, James?” u zei brightly
“Excuse me, come to where?”
“To my birthday party, tomorrow at seven o’clock, u have to come. I’ll write the address for you” I happily accepted the invitation.
I went back to my dirty, small flat, counting hours until the volgende dag comes and I see u again.
Sara pushed the chair back. Yes, she does remember that day, with all it specifics. Truly she got enchanted with his charm the moment she reached her hand. She confesses that she felt weird emotions when his warm hand lay in hers. She didn’t know why it happened, but she did feel it.
The idea popped to her mind the volgende day, when she saw him setting beside a tree, organizing his boeken and writing notes on them, and when she looked at the other side, to find Matthew, standing with Rachel, his fiancée. They seemed so cute together, that Sara felt her hart-, hart beating pain instead of blood, her hands shaking, and her face turning red caused door anger. She was ready to kill Rachel that moment. Stupid blond girl! She thought. She hated Rachel meer than any other creature, with her blond hair, her green eyes, her milky skin, the pride in her eyes, her stupid laugh, everything about her, but what she hates the most is .. The fact that she’s Matthew’s fiancée. I should be standing door his side instead of that arrogant blond girl. She was shaking from head to toe, when he gave Rachel a gentle kiss on her cheek, she was about to shout but Emily interrupted that feeling to calm her down. She got back to her normal attitude; to pretend that she’s over Matthew to let everyone believes that she is, while she still loves him meer than any one.
Emily didn’t stop talking all the time, but Sara didn’t listen to any of what she’s said. She was looking at James who was setting behind Emily. Why not? She thought, He’s handsome, he looks a bit shy but I can handle him, yes this is how I get my revenge this is how I will punish Matthew.
Sara can’t understand her capability of remembering this day. She remembers everything clearly even how the idea that destroyed James went through her mind. She feels so stupid now, how she didn’t think of him and his emotions? How she didn’t think that he may truly love her and suffer because of her? Was she that stupid? Did jealousy blind her that much? She deserves what he’s written about her, because she truly… destroyed him.
Until now I don’t know how I dared to step in and ask your friend to introduce me to you. Though I’m not used to that, it felt so right.
“Sara” Emily called u when u were about to get into the car.
“Hi Emily, How are you?” u answered joyfully with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fine” she zei with her bright smile.
“You haven’t introduced me to your handsome boyfriend” u zei playfully and my hart-, hart beat faster than before.
“Oh yes, this is James, he’s in med school too. I met him today in Mr. Calhan class.”
“It’s a great pleasure to meet u James” u smiled enchantingly
“The pleasure is all mine” I zei nervously
u were starring at me in a way that made me even meer nervous and confused. u reached your hands slowly, and u didn’t let go until a few seconds. I was looking at u the volgende a few seconds, unaware of what u were saying to Emily.
“How about u come, James?” u zei brightly
“Excuse me, come to where?”
“To my birthday party, tomorrow at seven o’clock, u have to come. I’ll write the address for you” I happily accepted the invitation.
I went back to my dirty, small flat, counting hours until the volgende dag comes and I see u again.
Sara pushed the chair back. Yes, she does remember that day, with all it specifics. Truly she got enchanted with his charm the moment she reached her hand. She confesses that she felt weird emotions when his warm hand lay in hers. She didn’t know why it happened, but she did feel it.
The idea popped to her mind the volgende day, when she saw him setting beside a tree, organizing his boeken and writing notes on them, and when she looked at the other side, to find Matthew, standing with Rachel, his fiancée. They seemed so cute together, that Sara felt her hart-, hart beating pain instead of blood, her hands shaking, and her face turning red caused door anger. She was ready to kill Rachel that moment. Stupid blond girl! She thought. She hated Rachel meer than any other creature, with her blond hair, her green eyes, her milky skin, the pride in her eyes, her stupid laugh, everything about her, but what she hates the most is .. The fact that she’s Matthew’s fiancée. I should be standing door his side instead of that arrogant blond girl. She was shaking from head to toe, when he gave Rachel a gentle kiss on her cheek, she was about to shout but Emily interrupted that feeling to calm her down. She got back to her normal attitude; to pretend that she’s over Matthew to let everyone believes that she is, while she still loves him meer than any one.
Emily didn’t stop talking all the time, but Sara didn’t listen to any of what she’s said. She was looking at James who was setting behind Emily. Why not? She thought, He’s handsome, he looks a bit shy but I can handle him, yes this is how I get my revenge this is how I will punish Matthew.
Sara can’t understand her capability of remembering this day. She remembers everything clearly even how the idea that destroyed James went through her mind. She feels so stupid now, how she didn’t think of him and his emotions? How she didn’t think that he may truly love her and suffer because of her? Was she that stupid? Did jealousy blind her that much? She deserves what he’s written about her, because she truly… destroyed him.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So u need not try to remember something,
u remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that u could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
u try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, u try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So u need not try to remember something,
u remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that u could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
u try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, u try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went door and meer pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went door and meer pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants u to do something,
of be something
That sometimes u don’t want to be?
They are those!
u know them!
u probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect u to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u don’t want to take.
They are those who expect u to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
u prefer to be small and humble.
But do u think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since u were born,
Came up with a path for u in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Artwork by me
Sitting right where u are
u have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u are nothing to me
No matter how u try
What do u care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
u don't know me
No matter how u try
Why are u here?
u know I don't want you
I told u to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
u can't mold me
No matter how u try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved door any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind of fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will u take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even door taking one step forward,
door placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
u will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved door any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind of fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
of accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will u take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop singing of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even door taking one step forward,
door placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
u will realize the cage has already been broken.
