Original Poems I

My History-WHERE I'M FROM

by Alyssa Varsanyi 

I am from computers, from Crayola and Wonka.

I am from the house with the slanted driveway.
I am from the sunflower, the pea pods that rise on the fence.
I am from Friday night pizza parties and blue eyes, from Kim and Rob and Varsanyi.
I am from the worriers and the grudge holders.
From putting on my shit backwards to make it turn out the right way and to smile.
I am from Christianity. From being baptized to my first communion.
I'm from New York and Hungary, cream puffs and Meem's soup.
From the World War Two air piolet, the man with cancer who gave out lollipops, and the Thursday night bowlers
I am from the frame sitting on top of my Grandmother's fireplace. 


Tranquility-ACROSTIC POEM
By Alyssa Varsanyi 
Tracing my fingers over the sun
Running, running to show everyone
Another day has passed,
Night and day seem to agree at last
Quietly tiptoeing to the attic
United by one
I will get to the sun
Liberty, and justice, no more war
Itinerant no more.
Totally at peace with me and
You; not worrying.

To be or Not to be -Springboard Poem
By Alyssa Varsanyi
I am someone who believes in the impossible
I cling to hope and anyone who smiles back
I believe in love and that the small percent turns into something bigger

I swing from mood to mood
I look into the darkness and turn my head to see brighter things
I notice a sigh and a cough and things others would not
I figured out that sometimes being weird isn't always the best

I feel like I'm the one who doesn't have a filter
I can grasp the creativity in my brain
I smell intimidation and laugh in its face
I will be whoever I decide to be