Bullies

A Poem by Natasha

This corresponds with my story, 'Mutations'.

Don’t go into the water, they said.

You won’t come out alive.

The thoughts of this devilish lake

Haunt him in his dreams.

The other boys at school,

They tease him about it.

Threaten to throw him into the lake.

They think it’s all one big game.

Constantly being bullied,

He’s done. He can’t take it anymore.

No more nightmares,

No more bullies.

He walks to the lake

And sees his reflection in the water.

Tears fall from his eyes,

Making little ripples beneath him.

He turns to see his his enemies,

Still laughing and teasing.

His eyes close and he falls back.

He’s finally free, but they aren’t.

© 2017 Natasha

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Vic

The last line is satisfying, like his torment is over, but the bullies' is just beginning

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Yes that's exactly what I was goin for

Raj Sahu

“I

Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells -
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten - golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale - faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: -
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ”
― Edgar Allan Poe

This poem is a present for you for your horrible work. You penned it really well.
Congratulations!

Posted 7 Years Ago

“I

Hear the sledges with the bells - 
Silver bells! 
What a world of merriment their melody foretells! 
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, 
In the icy air of night! 
While the stars that oversprinkle 
All the heavens, seem to twinkle 
With a crystalline delight; 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells 
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells - 
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Hear the mellow wedding bells - 
Golden bells! 
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! 
Through the balmy air of night 
How they ring out their delight! - 
From the molten - golden notes, 
And all in tune, 
What a liquid ditty floats 
To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats 
On the moon! 
Oh, from out the sounding cells, 
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! 
How it swells! 
How it dwells 
On the Future! - how it tells 
Of the rapture that impels 
To the swinging and the ringing 
Of the bells, bells, bells - 
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells - 
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells - 
Brazen bells! 
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! 
In the startled ear of night 
How they scream out their affright! 
Too much horrified to speak, 
They can only shriek, shriek, 
Out of tune, 
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, 
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, 
Leaping higher, higher, higher, 
With a desperate desire, 
And a resolute endeavor 
Now - now to sit, or never, 
By the side of the pale - faced moon. 
Oh, the bells, bells, bells! 
What a tale their terror tells 
Of Despair! 
How they clang, and clash and roar! 
What a horror they outpour 
On the bosom of the palpitating air! 
Yet the ear, it fully knows, 
By the twanging, 
And the clanging, 
How the danger ebbs and flows; 
Yet the ear distinctly tells, 
In the jangling, 
And the wrangling, 
How the danger sinks and swells, 
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - 
Of the bells - 
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells - 
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!

Hear the tolling of the bells - 
Iron bells! 
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! 
In the silence of the night, 
How we shiver with affright 
At the melancholy menace of their tone! 
For every sound that floats 
From the rust within their throats 
Is a groan. 
And the people - ah, the people - 
They that dwell up in the steeple, 
All alone, 
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, 
In that muffled monotone, 
Feel a glory in so rolling 
On the human heart a stone - 
They are neither man nor woman - 
They are neither brute nor human - 
They are Ghouls: - 
And their king it is who tolls: - 
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, 
Rolls 
A paean from the bells! 
And his merry bosom swells 
With the paean of the bells! 
And he dances, and he yells; 
Keeping time, time, time, 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the paean of the bells: - 
Of the bells: 
Keeping time, time, time 
In a sort of Runic rhyme, 
To the throbbing of the bells - 
Of the bells, bells, bells: - 
To the sobbing of the bells: - 
Keeping time, time, time, 
As he knells, knells, knells, 
In a happy Runic rhyme, 
To the rolling of the bells - 
Of the bells, bells, bells - 
To the tolling of the bells - 
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, 
Bells, bells, bells, - 
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ” 
― Edgar Allan Poe

This poem is a present for you for your horrible work. You penned it really well.
Congratulations!

Rating /100

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7 Years Ago

Isn't the word horrible means the thing that cause horror? It causes horror and so you are the winne.. read more

7 Years Ago

We have different meanings of that word then, but okay

7 Years Ago

Okay. 👍👍

barleygirl

This is a brilliant companion poem to your story. I'm amazed at your writing, it's so powerful & pictorial like a movie film playing in the reader's mind. I'm looking forward to reading more of you!

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Thank you!

pia

Oh god im so glad this came up when i needed it most.
I was getting bullied on this site by a person who managed to make others join him too with his fallacious assumptions and hate on what i write.
This made me feel soooo good thank you sooo much !!!

Posted 7 Years Ago

7 Years Ago

I mean not in the literal sense what the last sentence insinuates but
Just in a way that u f.. read more

7 Years Ago

Thank you! I'm so glad that my poem could help you, feel free to read my story 'Mutations' because .. read more

This is nice side dish to your amazing mutations story. This story gives us an inside perspective of to what the main character is thinking as the story goes along. If you could incorporate this somehow with the main story. I believe it would make it even stronger.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Coyote Poetry

Nice ending to the poetry. You create myth and tale. You left the reader with open ending and great possibilities. Thank you Natasha for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote