The Deep End

The Deep End     

Ariane Freebody                                                                                                            

"What is depression like?" he whispered.

"It's like drowning. Except you can see everyone around you breathing."

Struggling to resist the overwhelming confusion rapidly engulfing your body, time slows down until it grinds to a halt and ceases to be.  With your stunned senses numbed, your evaporating weight diffuses itself downwards along your spine as your weightless body is vertically drawn upwards.  Ears pounding with the muted sounds of your silent screams, you are unable to think straight and the only remaining thought in your overwhelmed head is the lurking thought that you can’t be saved, you are alone, and you are helpless.

Wanting to be rescued, to be relieved from the endless pain infecting you, your frantic lungs plead for air as the mounting water pressure within them mounts continuously.  Yet you do not give up.  You fight and thrash your weightless legs about, even though you are constantly being pulled downwards by an imaginary leash that leads you to the depths of your soul, where all fears and insecurities are buried and reside.

With your gagged throat burning from your uncontrollable choking, the drumming sound of your pounding heartbeat becomes fainter and fainter as it recedes, and your open glossy eyes see nothing but the dull grayness engulfing you.  Like a puppet on a string, manipulated by the water consuming you, you drift along with the tide, as you mesmerizingly watch the silent queue of oxygen bubbles slowly rise to the surface from your voiceless but wide open mouth.

Tranquility.  Peace.  Silence.  Your body, from your fingertips to your toes, is infused by warmth.  Engulfed by darkness, you slip away into nothingness.  Your lungs useless, you suffocate in isolation.  Losing consciousness, you are in a trance and relieved to be asleep.  There are wounds that never show on the body.  There are wounds that are deeper and more painful than anything that bleeds. 

Hatred and Revenge

The deadly night shone brightly with fragments of twinkles, melancoly lingered in the atmosphere with a sorrowful lullaby being hummed as a final goodbye. Farewell, it meant. Farewell to all those haunting problems, tormenting the thin threads of mind, struggling with empty hope to make it pass. Hope was the worst of all evils, grasping and choking the remains of one's self, ticking with the endless cycle of life, so slow and so painful. One blink of a flashing moment burnt so brightly illuminating the shallow surrounding, prolonging this senseless battle to a road of infinite bloodshed. The tremendous sky towered high above ourselves, achieving superiority and a sense of possession. Like objects on a chess, puppets pulled along on threads; threads so thin yet unbreakable deciding fate and destiny. This was nothing compared to you though. You were raging with anger. The sky had been nothing compared to your violence; those fights when you got to step on me whilst I was struggling, forceless. Compared to those nights of aching loneliness, when you flashed your smile then pulled the trigger. Trapped in your idle world of dominance, I was a ship sinking beneath the surface. Targeted by violent waves of flesh, trapped in an abyss plunging me forcefully to depth, to the very end. And the night when we met, there are no words to describe it. I do not even want to remember it. Or there may be tons of words, feelings, emotions, sounds, senses and most of all hurt to describe it, but none of them surface my understanding at your appearance. Your disgusting nature, bribing me with your sweetness. Those lasting lies scratching my wounds heavily opening the flesh again and again until I cannot take it and I begin falling. Falling through our shared history with unbearable images temporarily seizing me. Bittersweet sensations, like a knife you stabbed in my back and the blood spreading through the whiteness. At this speeding pace, I grew to need you, love you, hate you, despise you. Our faults begin at my hand. On the night I met you and the night I searched for you. In a forest deep in my heart, a labyrinth invincible to escape now, the trees hovered above me, hugging me with their extending branches. That reminded me of the time that you left, but you covered me first with a torn, ripped, dirty blanket before taking the last step. Like trying to erase your past mistakes under ignorance. But you never erased me, you could not and even in your final attempt you just tried to hide me tugged in that piece of cloth you had. And you ran like a coward, awakening my eyes that were shut. You do not tower up higher than the sky; your worth of living is below the ground. So this night, the same as the night we met, with this mysterious atmosphere creeping on my shoulders, the stars shining just as hopefully as back then, I`m now on my way to get you back. Get you back for all those terrible wrongs you have done, just as you were smiling, laughing hard. Smiling at my misfortune, you always did that, so I am going to return the same feeling by stabbing you in the back with the old, rusty knife I carried all along, its blade itching my wounds. Without shedding a tear, I will let you go and you will have to fall all alone.

And this night, in the future, with the moon gaining control of the appealing shadowy sky, your spirits are going to be chained, locked down. All that is going to be left is your body in the freezing ground and shattered fragments of your soul clinging to revenge without success as our lullaby finally hummes its final goodbye. With that, you will be gone. Buried in a grave so old, forgotten without any effect on bystanders. You will be only that. Dead.

Roberta Rehus

 

 

Mom

It is one of the moments that I have deep inside my heart. Even though I cannot remember anything, I am sure that I cried aloud when you kept me in your arms, even though you were wearing the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen. I will never understand how you felt at that moment, until I get older and have the same experience as you did. That moment was the first time we met and as time went on, I had to depend on you since I could not do anything without you. Although I did not have anything to give you, you gave me everything that you could, even if I was too young to have the feeling of gratitude. I remember one day when we had a big fight. I made you cry and broke your heart. Since I was always being too stubborn, I made you feel tired yet you always forgave me. You do not need to be sad because you could not give me more. I already have enough and you gave me the world. It is time to repay and now I am trying to say what I have never told you before. It does not matter what people say about you or what they think about you. You are just perfect as you are, you are the most precious person, more beautiful than anyone. I love you, the best mom in the world.

Childhood

I used to play with my legos all day,
And sometimes I would step on a block,
But I still wouldn't quit, and I countinued my play,
Until it was bedtime and I had to stop.
I put my thoughts into a piece of paper,
I drew cool drawings with pens and staplers.
I used to think they were the best drawings ever,
But now that I look at them,
They really suck.

by Hyungyu PARK

Childhood

Childhood

Monday is when we meet

Tuesday we became friends

Wednesday we became best friends

Thursday we shared happiness and had fun

Friday you had to leave

Saturday we grew apart

And Sunday here we meet again

 

By Maeva Rakotoarisoa

It was all so sudden, the greeting and the parting. It all went by so quickly. I had spent only a small amount of time loving you before you disappeared. We had some fights, but lets but lets be honest, who doesn't from time to time? I still remember how we met. You were just siting on a table, with your clothes covering your beautiful brown body. I came over and stood in front of you, face to face. I then started to undress your smooth body. It felt like time had stopped and it was as if we were the only ones left on the planet. Soon all of  your clothing was off, and we both knew what was about to happen. I can also remember the parting. I remember seeing your blood on my hands and you had vanished from the scene. My mother came to wash my hands and then left me alone to cry. I was crying my eyes out, but all that mattered to was what had happened in between. My lips reached your body and it was like it had ended in an instant. But that one piece of physical contact had never left my mind.It is stillin my head to this day. THat moment was the first time i felt love.


By: Marton Csontos

Childhood

At my grandparents’ house,

Blue highlighter, pink highlighter,

And a purple pen and a red pen

That’s all I need to draw this masterpiece

Blue for grandpa and pink for grandma

Purple for his arms and red for her arms

Grandpa has only little hair and wears glasses

And he has a crocodile on his shirt

Grandma has a lot of curly hair and has eye lashes

And she is sweet, so a skirt for her.

I drew them too close together; I can’t draw their arms

Oh well a dot for each will do

I finish my art and guess what…

My little sister was born!