Tarrakkul the Gazzele
Biography of Tarrakkul the Gazzele
I am Tarrakkul the Gazelle,15 year old poetess. Not really though, I don't write just to write, I write poems only in times of great emotion, when inspired by life. I am a child of Croatian and many other heritages, but I am an American citizen, and I actually consider myself to be a person from the part of the world that I live in, a place I will not tell the name of. I don't have any friends my age, (teenagers think I am very weird usually, I'm not entirely sure why, maybe it's because I am so shy) but I do know several families whom I love, and I have many friends among older women and little children. I am the only white girl where I live, which means I live a kind of stared at and strange life. I live in a mud house in a dusty little village on the edge of a great desert. My house doesn't have a drainage system, nor is there any place to throw rubbish but for the front yard, nor is there a western bathroom-but we have an outhouse, which is better than some of our neighbors. I have a flock of sheep, actually they are my parent's sheep(duh) , but I keep them, going on long walks, sitting on rocks and homeschooling myself while keeping an eye on the sheep. It's quite a lovely life. Transportation is usually by tractor, three wheel cart, rickety bus, and the most often-by foot. I actually lived in the city for most of my life so far, but most people wouldn't guess it due to my callused hands, strong arms, and villager-ish way of dressing- not to mention that I wear torn up cloth shoes. And you thinking- 'And how does she get on the internet then? '- our village has electricity! And my older brother set up the villages first internet router, in our little mud house. I earn money teaching English, by taking a 2-3 hour bus ride to the city, where rich kids are eager to learn. That is how I bought myself this laptop, it is a Dell, it is yellow in color. All this and much more has brought me to be who I am now, and greatly inspires my poetry. Feel free to read and comment on my poetry.
Tarrakkul the Gazzele's Works:
I've never published a book before, but I do make up long stories, fantasies, and tell them to the little village children. They absolutely are captivated by the stories and beg me to keep going when I stop, so maybe I will write a few books. But I think I will have to improve very much on my English composition in order to that. I have written 3 books to my God(not to be read by other people) , and I wrote two novels based on life and the people here, making up lovely stories about it, but although they were interesting to me, they were not worth publishing, because I had been kind of rambling on in them, and there wasn't order. Maybe I'll publish something someday, maybe not.
Tarrakkul the Gazzele Poems
To The Same Boy
On the road we meet, just pass by I should say, Our eyes meet for a startling moment, then we go our own ways. Every time I see you my heart skips a beat, Every time you see me you turn away and look at your feet.
Whispers Of Hope
What? What? What does this world hold for us, my love? This feeling inside me, it tells me we were made for more,
White sky brightening Icicles melting slowly Black slush under feet
My Life, I Lay You Down
Standing still the moment before you departed your crystal eyes wrapped in golden lashes
The Flame That Wandered
Deep beneath the shadows she lay, Beaten, left for dead, at early day. Blood runs from her head and shoulders, But who is this who rides over the boulders?
Things have changed. Freedoms are gone. The safety of the old ages is gone. Left am I in the dry peril.
You have no idea, the way my heart flutters, like your hair in the wind. I feel a rising tide,
The Sending Of The Holy Book
To you my friend, A letter that has no end. Read this book I send, your soul it in the Spirit will mend.
My Yearning, My Hope
My God my God, you are so beautiful, your holiness cannot dirtied, In my guilt and sorrow I lift my face to you,
To My Yet Unknown Love
Ah, ah ah ah! ! ! ! ! lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, yaryaryar! I don't know,
Whispers Of Hope
What does this world hold for us, my love?
This feeling inside me,
it tells me we were made for more,
dance, the moonlight on your face brings peace,
the music plays,
in a moment, we are flying
run with me! Run with me my love!
dance over this world,