Mnohí žiaci sa po celom dni v škole snažia „vypnúť“ rôznymi spôsobmi. Či už bezduchým surfovaním po internete, četovaním alebo aj napríklad prechádzkou v prírode, cvičením, či dobrou knihou. Ale viac ako prečítať si dobré dielo, je vytvoriť si rovno vlastné. Naša Vivien Üveges z VIII.D triedy si zoberie vo voľnom čase pero a komponuje básne, z ktorých cítiť vďačnosť a zároveň aj veľkú túžbou po nenávratne. A to všetko rovno v anglickom jazyku! Tým, ktorí nasledovným riadkom aspoň trošku rozumejú prajeme príjemný umelecký zážitok a Vivien vyjadrujeme obrovský obdiv a chuť tvoriť ďalšie krásne diela.
Confused, asking where you’d gone,
clinging to all hope, until there was none.
It couldn’t be, after all you promised you’d stay
she fell to the floor, gasping for air.
„No mommy, she promised, she promised to be here”
poor girl, nobody told her promises aren’t real.
Screams turned into helpless tears,
memories flooding her mind.
Memories of those joyful times,
when everything seemed perfect
with you by her side.
Your laugh now an echo in her head,
reminding her of every moment you shared.
Warm summer days, cold december nights,
playing outside or putting up Christmas lights.
Shielded from all the chaos,
being provided a peaceful, happy place,
she used to get lost in fairytales.
Such a careless little girl, floating on pink fluffy clouds.
The world as she knew it had shattered to the ground.
And there she was, standing by your side
for the final time.
Your once flushed cheeks pale,
those loving eyes shut for good.
Will to live slowly leaving her body at the sight, as she stood there, right there by your side,
holding your hand goodbye.
Goodbye to you and goodbye to the joyful little girl you once knew.
Warmth used to fill her body,
though now she only feels empty.
Searching for pieces of herself
in hopes to tape it all back together.
But no matter how hard she tries,
pieces are missing, the spark gone from her eyes.
She’ll never truly be her again.
She’s gone but i feel her still.
Feel her when i think of you,
when i shed a tear or two.
When you died, the world as i knew it did too.
I wish we had more time.
I wish the world would’ve been kind to you.
you fought like a warrior, endured all the pain,
So my childhood years wouldn’t go down the drain.
So that I’d know the joys of little things,
so that I’d live a happy life,
unbothered by reality,
Lost in a bubble of happiness and perfect lies.
They all say I gave you hope, a reason to live,
that I was your light at the end of the tunnel.
Though it seems I didn’t shine brightly enough.
It all just completely crumbled.
Helplessly standing there, punishing myself for not being there. not enough.
I thought you’d watch me grow up, standing by my side,
never thought I’d have to look up and talk to the sky,
in hopes you’d actually hear and be proud.
Well won’t you look at me now.
Talking to the sky on the loneliest of nights,
hoping to find your shoulder to cry.
I beg the stars to spare me one more day,
one more day to feel your love, to feel safe,
wrapped up in your embrace.
I beg them for mercy, though it seems there’s none left for us.
All I have of you now are pictures,
memories buried in the back of my mind.
Now I listen to your voice in videos,
to remember it’s tune.
Go through your pictures to remember your smile.
tell stories of you,
to remember how you made me feel
- loved.
Truly loved.
Now I just imagine you, right there by my side,
your touch loving, gentle, your warm hug tight.
I like to think you’re there, watching my every step, looking out for me the way you used to.
I look for you in every sunset.
they bring me peace, remind me of you.
I like to think it’s you, who paints the sky
orange and bright every night.
you know, to leave a mark behind.
A mark other than the one you left on my heart.
You were gone, but my heart kept beating, the world kept spinning.
I never forgave it for that.
