Wednesday, July 9, 2008

His Blue-Eyed Girl

His Blue-Eyed Girl

By: Joanna Koczuk

It seems like just yesterday

You were a part of me.

That blue-eyed girl,

With her unruly tangles of blond hair

That my fingers would twist and turn,

And bury my nose

In their tangy, tropical scent.

Her contagious smile

That would tug every one my frowns,

Into a helpless grin.

Her gentle touch;

She strokes the fine hairs on my forearm,

Caresses my cheek.

Her arms wrapped around me tight.

Unbreakable threads.

Immersed in your warmth,

That I wear around my heart,

Like a weathered velvet cloak.

Nothing could go wrong.

Now all that’s left of me,

Is what I pretend to be?

So put together,

But broken up inside.

I’m barely hanging on.

How could you do this?

Shatter what I thought

Was the girl I knew?

Destroy what we once cherished.

Abandon me.

No regrets.

I’m stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be.

Inseparable.

Forever.

Sharing our most sinister secrets,

And haunting fears.

Lying on our backs in the wild grass,

To gaze in awe at stars,

Dancing on their midnight stage.

Building sandcastles on the beach,

Playing our games of make-believe.

But then,

Without a last goodbye,

You vanished from my life.

No explanation.

Nothing, but an aching emptiness.

And all those hours we spent together

Have gone to waste.

Because all this time,

You were pretending.

No matter how hard I try

To erase you from my memory,

You live on.

A lock of blond hair lying astray on my desk.

Your perfume still lingering in the air which I breathe.

A faded photograph hiding,

At the bottom a dresser drawer.

Calling out to me.

I close my eyes,

I hear your laughter ringing through my ears.

I see

Your sweet smile,

Posing for my camera.

Those blue eyes,

Full of life,

Twinkling with mischief.

A daisy pinned in your hair.

The wet sand oozing in between your toes.

Twirling in circles.

The folds of your pink dress,

Fluttering in the morning breeze.

Your face aglow in the rays of light.

Like an angel from heaven.

I will never escape from you.

You are a permanent scar.

My shadow,

Clinging to my side.

A phantom.

Lingering in forgotten corners of my consciousness.

My eyes become clouded.

Suffocating in my sorrow.

Won’t someone come

And rescue me?

I cant's stop

The salty tears cascading down my face,

Cries that no one can suppress.

Even though I know all too well,

That blue-eyed girl

Will never come back.

Days feel like years,

Trudging unhurriedly along.

Time has taken a vacation.

And forsaken me in its mercy.

Ignorant voices dictate from every direction.

“Move on,” they screech

“Forget her.”

They are blind.

And know nothing.

I shut the door on their pity

A mask of feigned smiles.

Concealing their insincere concern.

Mocking stares.

Their gossip and lies.

Though the rest of the world

Will leave me behind.

Choose to continue without me.

I refuse to bend,

To its implacable will.

Nor believe

That our love was never meant to be.

Our World

It’s a world so dark and dreary,
Where everyone grows weary,
Of the pain we take.
The fights we make.

The days behind us filled with sorrow, and with more tears will come tomorrow.
The sky shot black from the previous attack.

Thick clouds of smoke, our world revoked.
The once green grass now part of the past.

Birds no longer sing, bells no more will ring.
It’s become a chaotic circus,
One of insignificant purpose.

So come on! Watch the show.
The end is best.
We all explode.


i wrote this pertty lil poem this year for writing camp. let me know what you think. and if you have any feedback i will gladly accept it [: thanks!!

Secrets You Know

I know things I shouldn’t know.
About where they go when the world gets heavy.
About how they go and let the world spin.
I know what they know, but they won’t let me in.
Deserted here by all who know.
Deserted here, and left to be blue.
Plans to kill that fill her head.
Plans that kill have left you dead.
One way streets, turned into two.
Split down the middle, cut in two.
Like lives split by divorce.
Killing kids with its great force.
No one cares about what’s going on.
Their friends are dieing, they go on and on.
Crying about things that only matter to them.
It’s their world no one else can get in.
People come, and people go.
People say, and people know.
Not ready to grow up, not ready to get old.
Not wanting to be here, this life is getting cold.

A poem I wrote last year

Tranquility

In the dead of winter, I step through the newly fallen snow that will soon crust over like the snow that fell before. I follow the trail of the frozen river through a path of dense pines as they endure the bitter winter snow. The individual needles are turned white by frost while snow covers several branches. A small part of the river's surface dissolves from the heat of my touch, but the ice is otherwise dense. Soon the river ends, and I come upon two slopes. As I climb them, the icy wind whips my face and I smell the fresh scent of cool, fresh air. My taste buds tingle as I open my mouth and let snowflakes fall onto my tongue. The wind's low howl whispers through the trees as I climb the last slope. My ears are frostbitten from the intense cold, but they still hear the hushed murmur of the icy gust through the forest of tress and up the towering mountains above. I look up and see the mountains held in such high esteem. The clouds that lay above are a soft purple, reflecting peace within the peaks, and within the sky.

You lied to me

You lied to me
You told me you loved me
Now what is this i see?
You, here with her
I found out last week
You best friend told me
I came over
You wern't there
I called and called you wouldn't answer
He told me
You were with her
You told me that we would have sometime to ourselves that day
But i guess there was someone else instead
You lied to me and now its over


You lied to me
You told me you would never leave me,
Hurt me, lie to me or even make me cry
Now today
Seeing you two together,
I couldn't help but to cry
I didn't believe it at first
But it's true
I saw you, sitting there relaxed
Not worried about a thing
Both your friends on each side of you
Cheering you on like it was the new thing
You saw me but acted like you didn't know me,
As i walked towards you
She walked up to you
I turned left
Acting like i was going somewhere else
Because i was ashamed of what i saw
You greeted her like you never greeted me
You held her in your arms
Stearing into her eyes
Then you gave he a hug then
It was followed by a passionate kiss
You made no effort to stop
You knew exactly what you were doing
I asked myself questions as i made my way to the exit,
How could I have been so blind?
Was i not good enough for you?
When did you decide to do this to me?
What did i do to you to deserve this?
I guess you stopped loving me
And there is nothing I can do to change it
You lied to me and now its over


You lied to me
I was dumb enough to trust you
I let my guard down,
I made a promise
I would never love you
You got me to trust you,
Believe everything you told me,
I thought it was just you and I,
But i guess that's no longer true
Now it's you and her or
Maybe there's one more too
I thought I meant everything to you
I thought you loved me
I thought i was your world
You made me feel like i'm worth less
Like someones old jewelry
Worn and thrown down
So all the effort we put in this
Was for nothing, nothing at all
Was it a waste of time or
Was this the way it was meant to be?
Now,
I will never love again
Because,
You lied to me and now it's over

Thursday, June 19, 2008

GINA WENT GOTH!!! (see below for details...)

According to a nine-year old girl today, I look like I am a Goth. I can't say that I know why... let's review the most defining stereotypical aspects of Gothic style and see if they applied to me today...

My overly dramatic, heavy makeup? Minimal eye shadow, no eyeliner, nothing black.

My long, pointy, and deathly black nails? Painted white, and chipped severely.

My extensive and gory succession of piercings and tattoos? Nonexistent.

My dark, shabby clothes with heavy chains, wicked spikes and ripped fabric? Well, that wasn't an indicator at all, considering that I was wearing a tae kwon do uniform at the time: pristinely white and still creased at the folds.

My zanily dyed hair, sticking up at odd angles? A natural shade of brown, in a ponytail, with somewhat messy side bangs sweeping the right side of my forehead.

So... WHAT GAVE ME AWAY???

I have yet to find out, exactly... I can only presume that a nine-year-old thinks that all girls in high school who have bangs and a dryly sarcastic sense of humor are Gothic. Well, as this year's reigning champion of the "Anything For A Laugh" contest, I will show up to my third tae kwon do lesson with freshly-painted black nails and perhaps, if I feel up to it, some wild eye makeup. I'm Goth now? Okay, I'll show you how Goth I supposedly am... MUAHAHAHA!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Blog, Blog, Blog

Um, hellooo?
Have you all forgotten already?
Ok, so my blog has been empty far too long...
accept for Gina! (Thanks Gina!)
You people need to visit me!
Please, just put your heart on paper.
Bela