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School of FishA gentle rumble fills the halls, bouncing off the graffiti covered walls. The scratches and scrawls of derogatory words somehow makes the murmur of voices grow. Posters attempt to hide the worst of it, but all they do is give the ‘artists’ more room to scrawl, and give everyone else a communal message-board beneath the poster. The teacher’s aren’t smart enough to look behind their ‘educational’ scraps of paper, so the weekly gossip update continues. They were students once, they should know all the tricks like the back of their hand, but they’re oblivious. It’s ironic really that they hold these assemblies in the Gym, where the surrounding corridors are plastered in red and black ink, as if the countless sharpie markers have spattered blood across the walls.
As the doors close at the back of the gym, the rumble turns into a simultaneous groan. It’s mental health awareness week. The one week every year that the teachers take it upon
The pen scribbles...
A snow falls to the ground,
It doesn't disappear,
It doesn't melt.
A snowball hits the ground.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A thin layer of ice,
Alarm for a
The pen scribbles...
The fire rises,
And the ice flashes red.
Black DogShe imagined the ball shooting past, colliding with the tree and scaring the accumulating birds away, but it just tumbled off the boy’s foot with a little more force than usual as he protested about going home. Few people were ever around in the late afternoon. Something about the sight of fiery leaves and glistening cobwebs seemed to drive the crowds away. Her feet dragged along the ground as she swung across the monkey bars. At least there were far less people around to watch her with their backs turned and mutter about how playgrounds were for those of a younger age.
“Some people are young at heart OK!” she silently screamed as she pulled herself up on top of the monkey bars. A crow swooped down out of the shadows, narrowly avoiding her head as she walked across to the rooftop above the slide. She’d given up trying to shoo the pesky thing away months ago. It would just sit there nonchalantly until she got the courage to push it off its perch; at which point s
SignsThe pens, neglected on the floor,
The empty art book, hidden away,
The camera, stashed in the corner...
The broken watch on the table,
The stacks of unfinished projects,
The soft, squishy teddy bear
and the playlists, forever on repeat,
All saying the things she dare not tell.
Circle of Hidden ThoughtsA trickling tear turns into a stream,
Allowing thoughts and questions to swim
around and around in circles.
A whirlpool, fast and strong,
Pulls at the edges of happy thoughts,
Dragging them under, into darkness.
Silence, complete and sudden
as voices are drowned
beneath heavy weights.
A wailing echoes from savage winds,
Whistling across the cracks
in a tightly closed jar.
A deafening explosion erupts
and the whirlpool dissipates,
Waves crashing around.
Droplets gather and puddles form.
The ground, a swamp
of unsolved problems.
Slowly, drained and dried up
until the next trickling tear
turns into a stream.
Two With Rhyming NamesI've tried to write a poem
countless, countless times,
About and for
two wonderful friends of mine.
But it's come out all wrong,
sounding, quite simply, soppy.
And the phrasing... Well,
I wont begin to explain how sloppy!
I discovered they had rhyming names,
This was incredibly exciting.
But besides the glee and possibilities,
It didn't do anything for my writing!
So I'll close by saying this,
though it is not nearly enough.
Because describing how much I love them
really is quite tough!
To the two amazing women
on whom I can wholly depend,
I cannot explain how much it means
to call you both my friend.
No More CupcakesTemperamental.
That's what I'd call
my second mind.
The one the governs
all actions and reactions;
overreacting to the smallest thing.
It's like it decides
'I'm sick of baking cupcakes,
here's some slop instead!'
'There's still plenty
flour, sugar, eggs,
But lets make slop!
Oh, you're going out with friends?
Fine. Here's ONE cookie.
Can't have them seeing you eat stale bread.
Now lets go back to cupcakes,
Leaving your other mind to worry
how long until I switch to something horrid.'
Cupcakes to slop,
Cookies to stale bread,
I'd call my mind temperamental.
Bracelet of MagicSometimes you need a key
to open every lock.
Perhaps your friend's secret diary,
Open it and give them a shock!
Sometimes you need a coin
for just a little chance.
Maybe that certain someone
will give you a second glance!
Sometimes you need a bell
to bring music to your day.
Whilst everyone has iPods,
You've found a better way.
Sometimes you need a whistle
to gain someone's attention.
And then, sound it once again
to break the awkward tension.
Sometimes you need a stone
to hold tightly as you wish.
If you listen closely,
You can hear it granted with a 'swish'.
Sometimes you need a candle
for just a little light.
To fight away the darkness
or help that creative spark ignite.
Sometimes you need a marble
to see the world upside-down.
Though others wont, if you just believe,
It's enough to lift you off the ground.
Sometimes you need a teddy
for a bit of extra love.
Or to tell that secret crush
that you'll never, ever speak of.
Sometimes you need a bracelet of charms
for just a little magic
Once upon a time...Mirror mirror on the wall..
Oh you scare me....I don't like you at all!
No one truly dares to care for my fragile heart or the real me.
All they see is an ugly face stuck on a thick body.
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Too LateEarlier, I had a vision
Of my father calling me
After years of not speaking
I was surprised as could be
“Hey,” he greeted softly
“I know it’s been a while
“I have something to tell you.”
I just sat there, without a smile
“You’re twenty-one years old
“And I know I’ve missed a lot
“But listen closely, now
“You’re the only daughter that I’ve got.”
“I’ve appreciated you from the beginning
“I’m sorry I didn’t show it much
“My selfishness blinded me
“It’s definitely my worst crutch.”
“I want you to know you’re beautiful
“I never told you that once
“I regret it now and forever
“Man, I’m such a dunce!”
“And I wouldn’t forget to mention
“How intelligent that you are
“You’re IQ is higher than mine!
“I know that you’ll go far.”
“You have so much potential
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Not a gameAround they swirl through the air
Laughing loudly as they mock
And jeering at the small young girl
Who's tears run as she sobs
A prisoner of her own sadness
All alone, lost in her despair
She no longer sees the daylight
For no longer does she care
They tear and rip and pull
But she won't do a thing
The fight is won, she is done
She's fallen from the ring
The sun still shines bright outside
But her world's a dull colorless gray
Her heart is stopping, beating slow
She dies the month of May
The ones who once abused her
Showed up with their fake tears
Some had a bit of real regret
But most had only fear
They kept it their small secret
No one else could ever know
Because they had led a girl to die
Left her all alone
It wasn't their fault, they reasoned
At the Top of the TowerWhile an organ serenades,
the daylight outside fades.
And when Hero arrives, he knows
Inside, he'll find the maid.
The door is opened wide.
The Hero walks inside.
The Princess sleeps, held in crystal, clear,
her hands, in stillness, tied.
King greets Hero bold.
Tales of defeat told.
Hero draws the Master sword,
and battles will unfold!
Tennis game is played,
Lightning flies off blade.
Electrify Gerudo King,
his pride is soundly flayed.
With his final air,
Cries out in despair,
King brings down the fortress walls
on Hero and Princess fair.
Quickly, leave the tower!
Don't succumb to Power!
Escape the ruins of castle dark.
Rejoice its final hour!
Princess rescued, free,
Hyrule left to be.
But hark! A noise in growing dark,
Go forth, brave soul, and see...
Without GoodbyeTime's running out,
Every second on the clock.
You're hastily leaving without...
I pray for closure: a lock.
Every second on the clock,
I'm still wondering why...
I pray for closure: a lock,
A single word of goodbye.
I'm still wondering why
you're hastily leaving without
a single word of goodbye.
Time's running out!
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