Writings

What could be better at 7:30 in the morning than decorating the classroom? Christmas music echoing, creeping out into the hall, through every crack and closed door for everyone else to hear, for them to understand that December has finally come.  Decorations running from hand to hand, the most capable ones to transform the boring, too white walls into snow, reflecting the yellow of the warm bulbs. Team play, that is all it takes. One stepping on a chair to reach the door fram

Christmas is coming and I am very thankful. For you, for all the memories, laughter and joy. You made my school year special and better. God knew that I needed someone, and He gave me the gift.  It was you. When I’m not in my best mood, You always do something that makes me laugh with tears. That’s why we have inside jokes. Nobody understands them, like we do, And that’s why everybody thinks we are some weirdos.  We are, but I’m better at being one than you. Varga Antónia X

Body melting with every touch, My skin still tingling from any nudge. The place your hand was, still alive, Unforgettable with space and time.   Better and sweeter than honey, I always thought of you as funny.   But, as tables turned, scorching hot, My calm now broken, it could not Stop the pain you had left behind By me not getting you off my mind.   As I awake from my slumber, No trace left behind, only wonder. Fülöp Csenge XII. H

Water flowing. Cold and pure green. Fish in the water as many as Stars on the sky.   Flowers and plants like planets From the solar system, With a deep connection between them. A relationship.   As plants exist on the water, As stars sit on the sky, Making a connection, Which will last till the end of the world.   The Danube is the home for many animals. Birds, bugs and fish. A home for them is like a home for us. But for us home can be a place or a person,   Our Home can be

Should I wait patiently? Or rather just bail effortlessly? If only I hadn't waited so much... But was your heart even touched?   Are you aware of the pain That hinders my soul from running away? The cadence of your voice caressed my veins But will I ever feel the same way?   Without you my soul is vanished, In my deepest thoughts you're still cherished. If only I had one more chance to see Your sprakling, radiant eyes, my prince...   Eventually, the bells chimed, Black flags

As the quiet nestled into the village, Johnan lay on a strange bed. His mind was blurry, as if he had arrived while sleepwalking. This trait of his was extremely frowned upon in his little community, so he always rushed to erase all traces of it when it happened.               So his fear was explainable, especially that he didn't have any idea of where he was lying. As he was starting to look around a bit, he began to notice some similarities with the brand new building he h

Before I can even think, a man in a black suit and shiny shoes grabs my wrist. His hair is slicked back, and he wears spotless white gloves. He really looks like a penguin. He pulls me to the entrance and opens it with a dramatic gesture. Inside, it is completely dark — there is absolutely no sign of the big show I imagine. He gives me a polite look and says: “After you, sir.” Feeling proud, I lift my head and step into the circus. I feel powerful, as if I have reached the to

There are days when I wake up and the world already feels too loud. Even the light from the window seems to ask for more than I can give.    Still, something small keeps me standing. Maybe it’s hope, maybe it’s habit. Or maybe it’s just the thought that tomorrow could act softer than today.   The days go fast, then slow again, My dreams are near but so far away, I walk, I fall, I stand up once more, And wipe away my tear. And even when I feel like I’m fading, I know I’m still

Now and then I find myself glancing at the time, Thinking about the passing of it since it’s worth about a dime. Sometimes it can be very slow-going and bitter as a lime, So controversial and bipolar that it makes me want to rhyme. Throughout the week, the endless hours of learning seem so boring, Sometimes I look up at the time, and I’m like “It’s not even moving!”. However, I find myself on Friday questioning myself, “What am I doing?”, What am I doing wrong, that the exten

We should have listened to our parents when they told us to go home when it was still not dark. Then this would not have happened. If I were you, and my parents told me to do something, I would listen to them. Believe me, you will not regret it!             So, let’s start it from the beginning. My friends and I decided to go out and play the sport that we were keen on: volleyball.  We said that we would meet at 1 pm. at the sport park called “La Terenuri”. There were players

My parents got confused and picked the weird kid Who enjoys reading and dreaming, Instead of going out and talking, She enjoys her company but still craves affection, Her mind is full of thoughts about the future When she doesn’t even know who she was then She hopes of being normal one day, Escaping the fantasy she has been living in for years, Cause she finds comfort in love and magic More than in hookups and catch phrases. Her parents worry they chose wrong 'Cause what if s

Smarty is a turtle. He is three-month-old animal and it’ s got brown legs and a long tail. He is very cute. Smarty is in Cluj in an aquarium. When he swims, he looks out of the aquarium.                 He is thinking:                 “Oh, I want to do some adventure like going to Budapest, in Sostó next to Nyíregyháza, going to the beach at Crete and flying by airplane to London or Paris. For my first adventure, I want to go to Budapest. The road to Budapest is about 6 hours

It is night time. The lights are shining throughout the city The sound of happy, excited students, The laughter, murmurs, which are making the city more and more alive.       The music from bars, Spilling warmth into the cool air, Drifting like a promise through the streets, As the city breathes in the rhythm of the night. Varga Antónia XII. H

our eyes met for the first time time stopped and we passed by months went by when our eyes met once again. the butterfly effect when two people meet again I recognised your presence it felt like home but they were only a pair of eyes reading my soul in and out two worlds collided but without one word spoken. I craved your touch like oxygen but you couldn’t be mine just yet. now your presence gives me warmth even though you find it there not in me but in her her eyes are quiet

The clock hit seven. The maid knocked, the princess’ personal servant opened the door and ushered her in. He mumbled something about the princess taking a bath. However, the other could not hear the usual humming of the ever blissful gentlewoman. Ten minutes past seven. The maid started growing worried, unable to shake off a feeling of betrayal. She could not think of anything else than that the princess might be in jeopardy. There were only one and a half hours left until th

I smile so wide, I say, “I’m fine,” I change my words, I walk the line. I try to be what people see, But sometimes I forget it’s me.   I want their love, I want their praise, I chase their eyes in many ways. But peace will come, I think, someday, But I stay where they see me great.   Szakál Réka X. R

Looking at him… oh wow, wow, wow, What a beautiful feeling, isn’t it?  Ask me about my favourite colour,  and I’ll end up talking about his eyes.  ’Cause some memories never leave your bones—  like salt in the sea, they become part of you.    If your heart truly believes in something,  it’s probably meant to be.  I won’t leave you,  ’cause why would you give up on something you think about every day?  Maybe we’re not perfect,  but I wish you could see what’s in my mind—  you’

No, of course, being a woman is not all about being pretty But how hard is it to be a woman and not be?   Lesser than women, that girl who’s not the beauty standard or just not allowed to be The one who doesn’t have friends or a perfect family   Any girl who isn’t perfect With delicate wrists and a small nose Any girl who has short hair Or doesn’t wear make-up like the norm   Any girl who wasn’t “their” version of pretty Isn’t allowed to be feminine really   “How threatening"

Oh What have i done What have i become? I tear myself apart To try and play the part No one knows it all Still, I feel so dull. Oh What have I done Where's the little girl gone? She's just looked in the mirror When she cried a bitter river. And only in the dark Does she let her soul spark. Yet here I am Needle in the sand Tear in the eye I tried to fly But I'm under water All I can do is falter. Oh What do I have to do To finally be welcome home? At the doors of forever Had I

I sit and stare, the clock ticks slow, My mind drifts where I’d rather go. The pencil waits, the page is white, I’d trade it for games all night.   Equations dance, they mock my brain, The grammar rules all sound insane. I sigh, I fiddle, try once more, My notes now scrambled even more   But when it’s done, the works complete, That victory feels kinda sweet. So next time tasks begin to pile, I’ll face them maybe just in time   Prokop Tamás   X. R