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Fruit break"What do you think, What is love?" I ask Orange in front of me.
"You don't know?" another orange rolls to me and gives me surprised look.
"I don't know. I don't think that I have ever felt a real love"
"It's when your heart goes wild in your chest, when you think about him" the same orange answers in singing voice.
"I don't think that it's love" says one grumpy tangerine.
"I know that love can make your heart feel bitter," silent, feminine voice comes from under the table.
I take a look, and see a lemon. I pick it up, and put it between grumpy tangerine and silent orange.
"Why do you ask?" one red apple rolls my way, and stops right next to the romantic orange.
"I'm just curious." I look into my linden blossom tea cup. I won't tell them about my crushes. I won't tell them that I just don't want to mix crush with a love. I won't embarrass myself in front of them even more. They are fruits! If I will humiliate myself in front, I won't forgive myself.
"Well, in that case, I t
Like a moth into a flameI hate it when I'm alone.
Because then no one's beside me, and I can't keep my act. I can't stay the same dumb-ish looking nerd, who can play total circus, but still beat everyone on the tests. I can't put my funny face and make fun of my inner feelings and embarrass myself. I can't put my other - a pokerface, which reveals not a slightest bit of my feelings. I can't keep it in, when no one's around.
So I lock my door and lie on my bed or bath, or floor and start to think about you. How my heart was racing, when you laughed about the math exercise with me at the math club. How I blushed, when I was secretly watching you at the gymnastics, when you had to practice basketball, while I was just sitting on the bench right next to my three friends, and sulked about Renate (Your overly boyish classmate) who almost knocked me out doing slam-dunk while I was only picking up basketball. How jealous I was, when at the Christmas ball you were sent from your class as the representative, and danced
What happened at the libraryI hate it when, I fall in love. It always happens at the wrong moment. And with the wrong person.
It has been a month since school has started. We have a newbie in our class. He's pretty funny, he even has got a nickname - seal, because of his grey hoodie. He was one of the rare, who wasn't scared to talk with me. You know - the psyho girl, who sees things, and has to drink pills...
I fell for him about two weeks ago, when we had to work in groups, and make a presentation about myths of different cultures. I can't tell exact moment, when it happened, but I know that it was the moment, when I realised that.
But there's one thing which disturbs me.
His "pet" is a real seal, which swims in the air around him. Every time, he's talking with someone, seal always starts to swim around that person, like it would trying to intimidate that person.
Dog also says, that I shouldn't try to get too close to him. He gives him a bad feeling.
My thoughts were disrupted at that one moment.
I was sitting
A RoommateIt has been freaking me out since I moved in dormitory.
You see, I didn't had assigned roommate, so I had to move in a little dorm with two beds. Of course I made use of it, and pushed them together. I'm pretty active in my sleep, if I can say so. I always fall out of my bed.
But that's not the thing.
I wasn't alone. Since I stepped in this room, I already felt like someone was watching me. But I choose to ignore that... Yes, the same stupid mistake, which has always been made by movie characters.
At first it only watched me, but after a week, when I came used to it, I started to see strange shadows. Then I started to panic. I tried to talk with responsible for dorms, but they said, that all dorms are full, and they can't move me to another room. Leaving the dormitory wasn't an option. My parents live in Ludza, which is about 269 km from Riga, where I'm studying.
Of course I did a research about dormitory, but I didn't find anything.
About month ago it started to show it self to me.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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