Nora T.

The End

What happens once the story’s over?

After we leave, does anyone remember us?

Are our souls and secrets imbedded in the walls

Or will time disguise what once was into what is now?

Can we leave something in reality

When leaving seems so far away?

Will our tears eventually dry

So you can’t tell they were ever there?

Are we a whisper in the wind

Or something more?

Is there anything more?

How can we mean something to the world

When we don’t even know what we mean to ourselves?

Maybe we don’t have to be somebody to the world.

Maybe we can be the world to somebody.

Maybe that’s better.


A World Beyond Ours

We don’t know and we never will know

What we are made of.

That’s why I wish it wasn’t like this,

Just tests and games and shopping.

I wish it was like the books I read.

An actual adventure.

Because everyday I strive to be brave

But I’ll never know if I truly am.

Maybe there are tests,

Maybe some godly figure is keeping track.

But I want more.

I want adventure and heroism and friends you’d give your life for.

Of course I love my friends,

But what have we been through together?

Through it all, nothing seems to be enough.

I wish it was fake, I wish it was just like the stories.

I wish there’d be music at the end.

A somewhat slow, deep song

With moments flashing by.

Moments of true friendship and courage.

Because the background music of real life

Is not a song I’d like to hear.

The movies are for people just wanting to get out of the house.

But books are for dreamers.



In theory, everything should have been different.

It should’ve been like meeting for the first time.

It should’ve been awkward and we should’ve begged our parents not to leave us home alone.

The feelings from when we were little should’ve disappeared

Right along with the memories.

Yet they hadn’t.

We were like a family again

Maybe even more so than before because

Our height differences now

Made it more reasonable that we were related

As no one could believe a family had two sets of quadruplets,

Which was what our group of friends looked like when we were younger.

We acted like we always had, even if we didn’t remember what it used to be like.

We made fun of each other

And ran around like crazy people

And wished it would never end.

It’s true, time can make you forget things.

It can make you drift apart.

But for a few hours, we were one.

And we knew that’s how it was supposed to be.



The age difference doesn’t matter much.

Neither does the fact that we’re only together once or twice a year.

Our range in personalities don’t matter.

And no one’s ever cared about our different looks.

What matters, in fact, is that we’re a family.

And it amazes me sometimes.

Because had we not be related, I wouldn’t know these people.

These incredible people that I’d trust my life with.

Had our DNA not been shared, I’d certainly never meet

A twenty-three year old from Virginia

Or a twenty-seven year old nurse living in Long Beach

Or a retired firefighter who likes to fish.

They simply wouldn’t be part of my life.

It makes me uneasy, thinking about it.

These people have changed my life,

Maybe in small ways.

But who would I be without them?

Would their lives be any different if they’d never met me?

There’s something special about us.

We fight, as all families do,

But there’s this big, bright, beautiful love

That seeps through every reunion,

That shines in every laugh at my uncles’ expense,

Through every fast-paced round of Heads Up,

Through every cleared off plate of what once was Uncle Nick’s lasagna.

It’s not very obvious,

How there could be so much unrequited love

Between a group of people so different,

A group so incredibly crazy,

Yet it’s always there.

None of us chose to have this family, and in extension, this kind of love.

We just got it, and thank the stars that we did.

Because, through it all, there’s a kind of love

That you can’t have with friends.

There’s a kind that you simply roll your eyes at.

My friends always laugh when I try to explain my family tree to them.

It’s way too complicated.

But we like it that way.

It makes our family special, how only we understand it,

How we’re so protective of each other,

How even after months apart,

It’s like we were together the whole time.


Invisible Things

I love them, I really do.

I don’t know why I get like this,

All sentimental after we hang out.

I think I’m turning into my mother,

And that’s not a pleasant thought.

It’s just, they’re practically my sisters,

I know them so well,

And we have so much fun together.

We’re never not laughing,

And I love it.

We’re different, and it works.

It makes the dynamic perfect.

None of us are really a stereotype,

There’s no set diva, no set know-it-all.

We can all be anything around each other.

And I love it.

We promised we’d be in each other’s bridal parties.

And we have serious debates about who would win the Hunger Games.

And we have too many inside jokes to count.

We know things about each other,

And each other’s families,

That no one else does.

We are the family we choose for ourselves.

And I love it.



The brunette is tiny, yes, but she has the fiercest look in her eyes.

She’ll quite literally fight someone for not admitting she’s right.

She’s extremely athletic, and, well, as scary as she is,

Everyone loves her, thinks she’s adorable.

All that rage and determination in such a little body,

And then there’s the things she says,

Little, funny things,

That, unfortunately, are indescribable,

But it makes people like her more.

She’s got a way about her that’s welcoming, yet scary, and it’s amazing.

Then there’s the taller girl with auburn hair.

She’s the kindest, and is usually the voice of reason.

She’s got so many stories, and she’s done so much,

Which makes listening to her amazing.

It’s funny, because sometimes she’ll be cursing someone out,

And the next minute, she’ll be saying things you only hear from your grandma.

People like her because she’s honest, she’ll tell you the truth,

And because she is always gentle and laid-back.

The third girl is tallest, though not much taller than the auburn-haired one.

She’s the loudest and the craziest,

But she knows when to dial it back,

When things are meant to be serious.

She’s loyal to her friends,

And always has the best music on in the car.

She’s got thick light brown hair.

She’s the most socially comfortable one,

She knows what to say and do when the girls we don’t like are around.

She’s confident, but not boastful,

Sarcastic, but not rude.

People like her because she isn’t afraid of anything,

She’s not afraid to just go talk to people,

And she’ll say what she thinks,

Accepting that some people won’t agree.

Then there’s me.

I’m the second tallest, and I’ve got aggressively curly, thick blond hair.

I’m the most sarcastic and wittiest of the group.

I’m extremely protective of my friends.

I don’t know how they would describe me.

I wish I did.

The four of us are a team.

We promise each other nothing will ever come between us.

I don’t think anything ever will.

But, you know, high school’s coming.

We know it’ll be different.

But we’ll stick together.

Because that’s what we were meant to do.