Sectiunea POEZIE

Elevul Luca Iordachescu, clasa a IX-a, profil Filologie

AROSE FROM THE MUD
You left me in the mud, you left me here to rot
When I offered you my soul, I lied to you not.
This is not the end for me at all, I  merely fell
This is not the end at all, rage against the farewell
This is not the end for me, my wings are regrowing
This is not the end at all, my blood is still flowing.
Have faith in me, father, my fate is to be great
I’ll behead the phony angels, the hate can give me help.
Don’t ora pro me, mother, I can take care of myself!
I wasn’t as sadly forsaken as I was gladly waken.
Don’t ask yourself ’’why?”, ask yourself ’’why did I?”
I was shot dead, but my corpse will walk and decry
I was shot dead, but my heart is still beating.
Don’t cry when I rise above you
You could have been here with me
I offered you my soul and you threw it in the pit
I ought to sleep underground never more
I postponed my vision, but not anymore.
When I’m done with you, you’re only going to be
Another dead memory that I’ll be proud to bury.
But until then, I’ve entrusted myself with a duty
I’ll protect myself, for my own god damn sake!
When I break free, there’ll be nothing left to forsake
I am alive yet they think  I’m dead and they can’t comprehend.
                                     I’ll shine and they’ll hate me for that

Elevul Theodor - Julien Ion, clasa a X-a, profil Tehnic

MIGHTY STAR

As the roses bloom
I find this beautiful
Like a shown star on sky
Where my naked eyes can look.

People, on the other side, are selfish
Foolish and full of them.
They won’t bloom as my roses do
By their maggots getting through.

Sun is watching from the skies.
He’s so warm for our iced hearts
Giving us a greater purpose
The Almighty Star arises.

That was a long time ago
When the Sun believed in all.
Now he’s tired, he’s done for
Waiting for a new hope.

Sectiunea PROZA

Eleva Ana Huhulia - clasa a IX-a, profil Filologie

PAINS OF BLOOMING

We bloom in waves, we bloom in pieces that we lost on the way, on the journey of growth, that is, oh, so hard and we play with fire every day, searching for familiar souls like ours to get lost in, without realizing that it’s so much easier to get lost in places you’ve never been before.
Craving storms to blast and feed the flowers in the garden of our minds while the sun is still waiting for reassurance. Wrapping ourselves in fairytales, searching for the truth in the unknown in the hidden parts of the universe, on the other side of the moon, in the words we never said, but wanted to.
There are times when our mind gets strayed in the darkest of depths and we’re resisting in vain to the storming of atoms blasting throughout our apperception until there’s nothing left but the fondness of our thoughts.
Fighting the pains of growing by ourselves. Feeling things that other generations could only wish they didn’t. Building castles in the sand, near the shore and telling them that the waves can’t break them. That once they’ve settled, things are permanent. They’re unbreakable. They hold a power no one else can reach.
I wish I felt like that about myself. Instead, I choose to love people more than I love my whole being. If loving was a sin, I’d want no place in Heaven. I’m still blooming. Sometimes I bloom without stopping, uncontrollably and without limitations. Sometimes, I bloom so slowly, my petals start falling before they even get to keep their heads high.
Everybody loses themselves sometimes. Life is like one of those games that you play on your own. You don’t always win but you never really lose. Every mistake is a lesson. Every fall gets you higher that you’ve ever been. Every heartbreak makes you feel more human. More alive.
We’ve been told legends, since we were born. Since the ocean wasn’t meeting the sky in the horizon. Since the sun was just a big, hot piece of universe. Since the stars were just atoms, glimpses of light. So please tell me, if you believe in legends, why don’t you believe in you?
Put yourself first! Take care of your petals! Bloom!