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Submitted by Maranda Quinn
Beneath the Surface
Write a poem with this theme in mind.
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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...
Under these dull eyes,
An anguish wishes to be free.
Those grey skies,
This hope dying to be.
Beneath this heavy heart,
A sorrow soul needs rest.
What was once art,
Is lead in the breast.
Inside these tired lungs,
Air searches for a home.
An exit atop these rungs,
So sadness may finally roam.
Cracked are these soles,
Lost on this familiar road.
No longer my roles,
My echoes the final load.
…
...
People say they cut themself a to cope with what’s beneath the surface,
But what about cutting to find comfort under the surface ,
When your thoughts are blurred and foggy,
When your body’s on hyperactive,
And you cut,
You slash and scrape but not becuase you your coping with the pain,
Becuase you can’t recognize your own pain,
It’s as if your heart is shouting to you but it’s a million miles away...
On the outside, they are pretty.
They tell sweet lies.
They take your soul.
They lie.
They cheat.
They steal.
They hate.
They have rage.
There is a war inside them.
They made their choice though.
They had a choice to be good.
But they chose greed and hate over love and peace.
They tortured us.
They took our sight.
They took our brains.
They took over.
A lot have fallen.
Can they be ...
Still waters run deep,
Behold the anaerobic desert of my mind:
Old grudges, words unsaid, sink to the bottom
And calcify.
Down and down and down,
I could drown a thousand times
In the time it would take me to open my mouth
So I scream.
Not out loud.
No.
Not where anybody could possibly hear—
Beneath the surface....
She sat at the edge of the pond
Knees squeezed tightly to her chest
Her bottom wet
And the cuffs of her jeans muddy
She felt sticky,
Muggy from the humidity
Large dark spots of sweat rest underneath her arms
Her eyes red and puffy
From crying or smoking?
She wasn’t sure
Her face felt cracked
Stained with dry tears
Her lips salty
Her mouth tangy
A bitter aftertaste from the jay she hit
Her boyf...
Something happened today
Well…
Really it started last week
When I partnered up
With the silent girl
In my last class of the day
She seemed mute at first,
But she could talk
She could speak, hoarsely, as though it hurt
And I found myself entranced
Not attracted, per say
But curious
What lies beneath her surface
Still remains a mystery to me
I can’t seem to read her how I read other people
...
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