Ripsime

Outside My Window

As I look outside my window
My eyes fills up with tears
Why are people killing and dying
With sounds of bombs
Right inside their ears
A strong echo is filling our country
With nothing, but unfamiliar faces
Faces who fly, run, and march
With no sympathy, nor correct landing traces
They are choosing the easy way out of life
Rather than thinking logically
They are destroying thousands of innocent families
Rather than serving them peacefully
Peacefully, so we won't have to go through
This bullshit set of time
Peacefully, so I don't have to see yet another
Blood-faced child, looking for a dime. 
The dime that meant nothing before
But has tears strolling after it now
The dime that was easily ignored and stepped on
But now has nothing, but blood and veins
Written all over it from an evil, leading-Israeli-Cow.
The cow that sent missals flying
Towards Beirut's beautiful land
With fucked up love messages from their kids
Giving us their dirty hand
You once said you wanted "World Peace"
You said you didn't want your country to suffer anymore
But now, you're here in our land
Doing what Germans did to you
With no heart nor some sorrowful shed of tears to store
Why couldn't you have just talked it through
Like a human being?
Were you terrified of the thought
Of a conversation between two countries, being too steaming?
Steaming to the point that you can't say a word
But yet can go ahead and bomb our nation
That one bomb that killed my loving parents and little sister
With hatred and discrimination
My broken - black hearts' the only thing left of me
They took my family, my friends, job, school
And black flaming clouds are all I see
My heads spinning
And my eyes are burning
My legs are twitching
And ears are hurting
This pain of mine is slowly fading away
My eyes are gazing towards my future
The future where I'll be in peace
And left with nothing to pray.

WORDS BEHIND THE POEM...

As I was approaching to how I was going to start this poem, I decided to place my feet in one's shoes and try to gain some sort of an idea. An idea of how it would feel like if I was the one trapped in my broken home, looking outside my smoggy-cracked window, and trying to figure out why I'm the only one left from my family..

ABOUT RIPSIME - My name is Ripsime Martikyan. I’m Armenian/Greek but have lived in California ever since I was one years old. Through out my whole life, I’ve been involved in many activities. I’m an athlete, an artist, and a writer. Writing has been a huge part of my life. It has taken me away from many negative situations. It has taught me to be someone that I never thought I was. Through my writing and in general, I’m a very open minded person. I'm not so typical (in fact) i haven’t really shook hands with anyone like me.

I have a very good sense of who I am and what I want out of life. I learn from every experience and try to never regret anything I do. That's what makes me an even stronger person now. I'm such a dreamer, it gets sickening. Even if I'm down, optimism is always my way of getting through things. I’m naturally a very nice person and I love making people laugh.