I am so excited to share with you a tasty treat from my good friend, Anna O’Loughlin! Anna has many artistic skills, but today I get the pleasure of sharing some of her beautiful poetry.
Anna has used her skills to propel her into an admirable career of teaching. She has taught countless dance and piano classes, but currently she works in Korea as an English teacher. She developed such a love for the Korean culture and the people there can’t help but love her right back. The children she teaches, who endearingly refer to her as, “Anna Teacher,” get a chance to experience the fun and creative way that she sees the world. She combines structured self-discipline with laughter and creative expression, which is nothing short of impressive.
During our childhood, Anna and I would both practice and perform music together. What a joy it was to learn music and experiment with her. Oh, the hours we would spend in front of a piano, singing and sharing each other’s work. Over the years, as life has put us in different parts of the world, our jam sessions haven’t been as frequent as I would prefer, but every opportunity that comes up is still just as thrilling.
Without further ado, I will leave you to enjoy the work of one amazing individual:
Bones and Rust
By Anna O’Loughlin
We’re all just bones and rust
Trying to fall in love
Holding bloody hearts in our hands
Wondering if anyone understands
How it feels to be one of a kind
Just like everyone else
It makes us lose our minds
We’re just bones and rust
Bones and rust
Let’s watch each other with questioning eyes
Let’s pick a lover to let inside
Let’s cling together like it’s enough
As we go from dust to dust
We’re all just bones and rust
Bones and rust
We know where we’re going
Trudging to our graves
Wondering what the point of living is anyways
Let’s ask those questions and turn our heads
When the answers aren’t what we expect
Let’s try to follow what is true
Let’s give up when we find out that it’s
Too hard
Too far
Let’s lose heart and let go of love
We’re just bones and rust
Going from dust to dust
We’re just bones and rust
Bones and rust
Wild Boy
By Anna O’Loughlin
I saw him once
That Wild Boy
Staring back at me through the glass
Caught like a moment in time
Wide eyed and ready to run
I blinked and he was gone
I think about him now and then
That Wild Boy
Is he searching for someone?
Someone who isn’t afraid to see him through the glass
And keeps coming back
His smile is crooked and a little bit wicked
Not beautiful, no, but still
There’s something true in his gaze
It makes me question what I know
It makes me hesitate
Will he come back for me?
I want to see those eyes
Make that crooked smile grow wide
Put my hands up to the glass and hold him fast
I want to see what happens when I let a Wild Boy inside