A Tale of Two Stories
By: Nicole Busch
One:
If October is like the dropping of leaves from high up
trees, then May is like the wrapping of bright vivid colors around a common
pole.
If October is like carving orange pumpkins into scary and
frightening shapes, then May is like picking bunches of white and yellow
flowers.
If October is like big, comfortable, oversized sweaters,
then May is like flowered sundresses and tanks.
If October is like Halloween, then May is like Cinco de
Mayo.
If October is like warm hot coca with mini marshmallows,
then May is like ice cold lemonade with a lemon on the side.
Earlier today I saw a biker, riding around a tight and
narrow corner.
He looked like he was in a race, yet the road was empty.
The tight and narrow bike lane, compared to wide and huge
car lanes.
The green of the trees, almost like dyed cotton candy.
He was riding down an old, newly repaired country road, with
a clanky metal gate to his right.
His dark blue shirt, deep like the sea; contrasting his
biker pants, black like the night.
He was going who knows where, on the empty road with sounds
of work out songs in his ears.
And this too, the bright halo of a sky.
Yellow and white like those May flowers on a sunny day.
Looking down, and protecting my grandma, on that warm
February day.
The sun, like a giant polka dot, foreign to many eyes.
This May month has started out so similar.
The warm pavement, the bright blue sky.
The laughter of tanning students outside, doing everything
but their studies.
This white and yellow halo, now more familiar, it is more
like the shinning sun, looking down on the pale white Oregonians.
Now much can protect them from this, except loads of
sunscreen and protective sunglasses.
Once in a dream I saved a life.
There was blood, everywhere.
The shark attack happened all so fast that at first I didn’t
move.
But then I jumped in, the little girl was screaming, getting
pulled under water.
I could feel the bubbles and warmth all around me, but I
wasn’t there.
I swam over to her, my sleepily arms moving slowly.
Two:
I never thought life could be so simple.
The black dress with a cream sash saying, “When life knocks
you down- I got you.”
The happy grin on the girls face, head titled back saying to
just smile.
I never thought that life could be so simple.
The way the guys look, all dressed up to take out their
ladies.
The protective looks on their faces representing the looks
your dad gets when their daughter goes on a first date.
Life is simple, yet we make it so complex.
The girl sitting on the chair, overthinking and
overanalyzing like we constantly do.
Believe me, what happened next was crazy.
Up to the top of the statue she climbed.
It looks so realistic, yet it is just plastic.
A giant figurine, and now she is on top of it, standing and
looking down at the world below.
The worst thing you ever said to me was “I’m disappointed in
you.”
It was like my heart breaking in two, shattered.
I worked so hard, and am still working hard to be the best
person and student I can be.
The grade I got on my test does not reflect my knowledge, I know
for a fact.
These days I feel like a girl being held on by a thread.
This thread ready to break loose at any moment.
I’m like a gymnast floating in the air, about ready to fall.
Her limp body, frail and weak, no one to catch her when the
thin thread breaks.
Listen: life is like
a bunch of bananas.
You have to wait a bit for them to ripen, but it is worth
the wait in the end.
If you end up not waiting, you may not be happy with the results.
Once, in October I went trick or treating.
My mom and I dressed up and went door-to-door searching for
candy.
We waited until around six, and that’s when the big candy
bars were given.
But it is not October, it is May and the vivid, foreign sun
is shinning down on us.
Contrasting the simple grey sky of October, our frail pale
skins are grateful.
It is beautiful, floating in the blue cloudless sky,
repairing our minds from overanalyzing too much.
The clanky halo of a sun here to stay.
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