Thursday, March 24, 2005

Punk Rockers Know

Sweet words whispered silently to my hair. The secrets never able to leave there. The deaths we played the words that we spoke were all in a play but the love we have goes beyond the stage.
Quick smiles longing glances behide the hat and the bangs.
The black room glows red when you walk in with a bang. But only thu my eyes could I watch the passion that came from the cross.
Reaching in, touching hands, hitting heads, o Cassio. When it happened it happened fast there was no time to think you had me in just one tiny wink. We went to a show. Your tight pants how they glowed. You knelt down and called to me "on the count of 3 jump". You grasped my warm hand and pulled me in tight as we jumped into the stale pink light. Once up in the air we could see all around then landed on the stage, pushed the band to the ground. We renacted a play where true love was found. When it was us up there on one was around.
You were dieing I was sad. I went to your side confessed my undying love to you for the punk rockers standing around. They watched with an unblinking gaze as two people kissed on a stage.
You came back to life jumped up and spun around grabbed my hands as we fell laughing to the ground. The rockers watching from below let out a cry of hope and joy there hard faces cracked and smilies could be seen for miles and miles.
We welcomed the band back up on the stage, they nodded and sent us on our way. Our gaze was strong our giggles held in tight and we pranced off into the fresh morning light.
We awoke on a bed that was soft as a cloud. The wind in the trees, the birds in the sky, with you in my arms the world felt alright.

Sara Z
2005

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Birthdays are fun

My birthday is on sunday. I turn 15.
Ages are funny. I HATED being 13, I have always been tall ( I mean always) and quite mature for my age (around people who matter) I would and still do always get the "Oh, how old are you?" question. I would replie with a shy "13" then I would watch them gasp and say "WOW, I thought you were 15" I would smile and stop talking to them. Or when I would go to meetings with my dad, His co-works would be friendly to me and talk to me. Then they would say to my dad " wow, your dature is amazing, how old is she?" I would cringe as he answerd "13" and then they would stop talking to me. I thought that once I was 14 I would be so much older. But, no strangers still think i'm older than I am, making my mom nervous. Now that i'm turning 15 i think that, it is a good age.
You can get your learners perment, you can still act like a little kid at times but you are nearly old enough to make your own choices. When you are a teenager you want to be older, you want to get to 13, so you are a teenager then 16, you can drive, then 18, you can leave and vote, then 21 you can drink. You never here about how fun it is to be 15 or 17 or 20. You just want to get to the main parts of your growing up.
I want to talk my time. To enjoy being young and having some one worry if I get home before 12. Because once you are done being a teenager you are done. And I don't want to be a 35 year old wishing I had done something i didn't when I was a kid. I want to do it all. I want to beable to enjoy being 35 with out wishing I was 15.
So heres to growing up and talking our time!

Friday, March 11, 2005

Highschool blahs

High School gives way to much home work. Yesterday after school I went to Video training class at TCTV (the local accessTV group) That got over at 6:30 then I had to go to Sean's orcastea performance that got over at 9. Then I had to go home and do my home work. I didn't get done untill around 12. First I had to do my Motor Manual for science. I have had two weeks todo it but I never seem to beable to do anything that early. I do my best work the night before its do, I think that its the pressure I put on myslef. After I got that done I had to read 4 chapters from a tale of two cities for English, we are almost done and it is just starting to make sence. I am sort of starting to like it. Then I had to read as much as I could from my mystery book for english. I am reading Funerals are Fatal by Agatha Christie. I'm really likeing it. This weekend I have to make an artsy project for it so persent to the class to tell them what it was about. I also have to clean my room this weekend.
Blah, so much for having fun. I wish it was spring break, or summer...
Love, Oly-Girl