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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
Life is a Study of ContrastIf not for the darkness,
We wouldn’t know the difference
Between a star and a ball of dust.
Life is a study of contrast.
We get dark,
Not to fall apart
But to shine.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
How to Hug from Far AwayType and write, your arms wide open,
smile through emotions, the warming moment.
Far away, but so very close.
For the friends and family, you love the most.
Create a letter, then press enter,
send your love you’re no pretender.
Across the sea, one day you’ll meet.
For friends and family, you’ll one day greet.
Retrieve a message, return the hug,
feel so better, a different love.
From different lands, gentle hands.
For friends and family, who make you glad.
It’s easy to hug from far away,
But harder to feel, the warmth we need.
WallsTell them all your secrets.
They'll never tell a soul.
They'll keep you standing up
When your body's had its toll.
Beat them in your anger.
They'll never scream or cry.
They'll let you vent your feelings
And never pester why.
Hide within their safety.
They'll keep you tucked away.
They'll let in just enough light
For you to know it's day.
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
Maiden of the Olive Oil TreeMaiden of the olive oil tree -
caryatid body, color of cream,
how do you fare against the crumbling temple?
How do you fare against the pressure
weighting upon your chest?
For you have long kept this temple,
broken, like a mother.
You have long adorned it
with your cultivated crest.
But when the framework falters -
the foundation all decaying -
will you climb the olive branches,
free, no more inept?
And bathe in oil satin,
to smooth the ancient scarring,
as time releases tension
from your ankles to your breasts.
His Last Kill"Open the window," he said to me,
one morning after the sparrow had died.
"Cast his feather, his copper wing,
his beak of honor, his perch of pride."
But I couldn't cast them - set them free -
to the breeze or to the rolling tide,
for the sky was static, the water - bleak,
and the conscience of my suitor - denied.
DeanThere is a boy named Dean.
I knew him for so long
before we were pre-teens.
Actually, we were born
days apart, just three.
Not long after
our friendship would start.
This boy was full of life
and loved to have fun.
When he was ten years old
the doctors realized
that between his
red cells and white
something was not quite right.
There were us few,
who helped him through,
just Sam, David, and I.
Of course, his parents,
and Tony too.
Remission was soon
we could see the end
this boy was so strong
nothing can go wrong.
He was healed.
He grew healthier,
he grew out his hair.
All the long, I was there.
He was my best friend,
and I was his wimpy little girl.
We would wrestle in the grass
we grew close so fast.
We made silly games in the pool,
we jumped on the trampoline,
which my parents never knew.
We played tetherball,
looked at stars and just talked.
I developed the biggest crush.
It was a different time then,
all I did was blush!
Of course I couldn’t tell him!
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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