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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
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life,
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
FadeToo ashamed to keep you alive
But too attached to let you die
You want to humiliate me? Fine,
I banish you to nothing at all
But I’ll remake you, change my mind
Again, you’ll be a part of my life
I’ll try to make it all alright
I’ll stay this way, sit and stall
But I’ll know you shouldn’t stay
Can’t fix the broken heart I made
In the end I’ll let you fade
I’ll be too tired to carry on
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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