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Submitted by Maranda Quinn
Beneath the Surface
Write a poem with this theme in mind.
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Long time
No see
Locked myself in
Without a key
What is
Beauty
Where is the other
Version of me
Like the Black Forest
Filled with dead tress
Seems like it’s all crying
I feel like it’s not as melancholy
Then I hear a whisper in the breeze
A slight noise of hope
A slight little tease
Not as melancholy
A faint noise of song
One that has a steady beat
It lifts you up
So your not as melancholy
Th...
Long time no see.
Locked myself in
without a key.
Which version is even me?
I’ve gotta book
Of what they say
Heartbreak
Is the highest price to pay.
Opinion upon opinion
My thoughts
Pinned under their dominion.
Guys and Girls can’t be friends
Mental games
I don’t care to contend.
What’s real,
And how much I’ll have to heal?
If I cannot reach that other side,
My only choice is to hide.
...
**~Damian’s POV~**
I stared down at Vesper as she slept in the sick bed. She had fallen asleep a few hours ago and I was slightly worried that she wouldn’t wake up. That idea had formed in my mind recently. It was the worry that she wouldn’t be ok. That she would die and I wouldn’t be able to help her. I would be the one to blame.
The moment that vampire bit her, I had felt worry and concern pu...
Within me there’s an ocean vast and deep, endless and cold and dark as the sky on an overcast night. I fear often that if I misstep, I might slip and plunge into its depths, that it might consume me, rendering me nothing but a soul drowned in my own well.
Curious that my body can contain its infinity, the ponderous swell of it, small as I am. But that’s just it- it’s always there, exerting press...
The night spreads, thick as velvet,
a dark weight pressing close,
and I lie in its arms,
swallowed by the silence—
no stars to guide, no moon to soften,
only the shadows, breathing beside me.
Beneath this hush, a scream coils,
silent, fierce, rising sharp,
a raw cry clawing its way up—
caught in my chest like jagged glass,
its edge scraping, ripping through
the tender walls of my heart.
The peac...
It’s times like these
Where epiphany meets the horizon.
And you realize just how good life’s been to you.
Yet,
ever yet.
It’s still hard.
Really hard.
Times when you get real aquatinted with lost.
And pain so thick you can’t breathe.
Or move.
I’m having a hard time moving lately.
So I took a walk.
And I talked with the Son.
And He told me what He thought.
He told me to breath.
And he...
I’m so evil.
I gave a man an opportunity to make a living for himself,
Then took it away,
Because all he ever thought of was himself.
I stepped down so he could rise,
But his ego?
It had me mad, had me all messed up inside.
I’m so evil.
I truly wanted him to succeed,
But he forgot the rule—
Never bite the hand that feeds.
It was never about the money,
But his switch-up?
Man, that was funny.
Th...
Friendship is a construct.
Freedom is a lie.
Fires burn whatever’s in their path.
Folktales someday die.
Apples fall so far from the tree.
A parent is a myth.
‘Always’ is a made up word.
Actually, every word is.
Kings and queens fall.
Keys are hidden far beneath.
Knifes are plunged into chests.
Killers get away scot-free.
Everything is stupid.
Elves drown in lakes.
Endings happen every day.
Ev...
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