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Mermaid secrets vol.2
I walked into school like nothing was going on.every started thier normal day,after the teachers started yelling at them to get to class.I went to my locker to get my math book,"hey kat!!"joe said happily like i wasent upset at her.I slammed my locker and walked away."I said hey kat!"joe said annoying me."Oh,hi."i said upset at her."by anychance do you know who told about my BIG secret?"i said sarcastly."yeah!,me.""Why?you arent upset are you?",I decided to ignore her.She sould know that yes i am upset...The bell rang it was time for lunch.I opend i opened my lunch box,Great tunafish sandwitch again,Why does my mom always pack the same things??,ah,i guess its the things i liked after all.Oh well.i ate fast to spare time to go swimming but i have to hurry because the swimming team comes at 1:00,its the only time i get to swim alone."Hey kat."you probly have guessed it was joe,right?Wrong.it was the annoying girl who thinks she SO popular,it was McLea carnoel,yep the most rude girl in 7t
"Ugh,great"i though.Now every one nows about my secret,Yes this was true just last night my friend told the whole school about my secret.what secret?You might have thought my secret i tell you was that every time i touch water i start growing scales on my legs and have a half fish body,If you havent guessed yet,im a mermaid.And you might question how did your friend know?Well it was last week,okay lond story short i live on boat.So right when i Joe pushed me into the water you might guessed what had happend,and yes my friends naame is joe.yep,fishy time,oh great.I walked into school.Everyone started Staring.....
To be countined............
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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