Lola Kutcher's
Travel Journal , Stories, and Art
ANGER
By: Lola Kutcher
Written in 2012
Anger.
It comes at you like a bomb,
Quiet and small,
you don't see it coming,
until you hear it- ticking
getting bigger and bigger until,
It lets go.
Leaving nothing but destruction behind it.
Anger.
Its digging a hole so deep,
That by the time it's done you can't remember why you started digging.
Anger.
Is a pen
the pen you can not erase no matter how hard you press
because there is no going back
Anger.
The feeling of pulling the trigger
watching it soar through the air killing the first person it loves
Anger.
It's regret
Regret that is written in pen,
Buried in a hole a million miles underground
Ticking and waiting- inside you
Regret that has so much feeling
It explodes
Leaving only the darkest shadows behind it.
White Lie
By Lola Kutcher
Written in 2012
Do you know why they call them white lies?
Because white blends in
Just like that lie.
It’s just a ‘little’ lie
At the beginning it’s small enough that nobody realizes.
And then it gets bigger
Now it’s not really a white lie
More like a grey lie
Darker but not obvious
Then more questions are asked
And the lie gets bigger and bigger
Darker and darker
Until it’s a black lie not small
Not light
Big obvious and bad
So before you tell that white lie
Remember that it will get you in the behind later.
And if that doesn’t
Guilt will.
Forgive
Forgiveness.
What represents it?
It’s the sunshine
It’s the beach
It’s that place that you see when you close your eyes
That’s what represents it.
Forgiveness.
Why is it?
Because without it the world would be a sad dark place
That’s why.
Forgiveness.
Where is it?
It’s inside of you
It’s where all your happiness develops-Your heart
That’s where
Who is it?
It’s everyone you love
And everyone who loves you
That’s who.
What is it?
It’s the sunshine
A happy beach
It’s inside of you
So go there and never leave.
Tree of confidence
By Lola Kutcher
Written in 2012
You start with a big tree
Full and high
Strong and thick
Then someone comes around and trys to peel the bark
It's to hard so eventually they give up
The next day they come back and try again
After multiple days they break through to the wood
But now the seal is broken and the wood inside is soft and moist
So the next person who comes finds it easier
And the deeper the peel the easier it gets
Until one day all your tree is
Is a small sliver
Empty and low
Weak and thin
Until you slowly rebuild it
Forest Green
By Lola Kutcher
Written in 2012
Forest Green
Close your eyes
What do you see?
I see birds that jump from tree to tree
singing there song of peace
I see birds
Forest Green
Close your eyes
What do you smell?
I smell rain
that soothes the dirt and the grass
I smell rain
Forest Green
Close your eyes
What do you feel?
I feel light
as light as the sunshine
that bounces through the trees
I feel light
Forest Green
Close your eyes
what do you hear?
I hear the leaves dancing to the song of the wind
I hear the leaves
Forest Green
Close your eyes
what is it?
It's the peaceful birds
It's the soothing rain
It's the joyful light
It's the dancing leaves
Forest green is wilderness. Wilderness that is not interrupted by buildings or factories. It's one of a kind.
Forest Green.
Live
In the summer I forget
I forget what it feels like
to fly through the air
to land a jump
to boardslide on a rail
I forget the halfpipe
and how my stomach
falls every time I drop in
from the adrenaline and excitment
I forget how when I'm standing
at the top of a snowy mountain
I know that even if I fall
I'll be landing in pillows of snow
and when I forget
all I can think about is
the fear.
what if I fall?
What if I dissapoint my family and friends?
What if I make a fatal mistake?
and then I remember.
Dying today will be no different than dying any other day and each day on this earth is either a day for living or the day that marks our departure from this world.
Remembering that
I realize
Fear is the only thing that keeps you from achieving your goals and your dreams
If I make a mistake
I learn
and next time
I'll feel the rewarding succes
of achieving a goal.
Like many others I am afraid of death
but like I said
Everyday is meant to be lived or to mark our departure.
And so I need to live. Everday is to live.