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A Letter From CampDear Mom and Dad,
Camp is going pretty well so far. I'm in a cabin with five other girls. Most of the other cabins have six, but Annie died of dysentery from drinking too much well water. They really shoulda put the outhouse farther away from the pump. Don't be too alarmed, nobody liked her anyways. I took her mattress and used it to make my bed comfier. Jane broke her arm but Sally and me made her a cast out of paper-mache. It turns out the paper we used was some important operation license or something. The counselor got really mad. But we just gave her some of those little white pills the director always takes when he wants to feel better. What's a ketamine? It worked really well, so we took the pills back to the cabin and gave them to our friends. The hike was so much fun! We couldn't stop giggling. But when we god back, Cindy twisted her ankle or something, and it was bleeding a lot, so Kelly cut off the whole foot. We took her foot
Who Am I?Who Am I?
I am the girl wanting to fit in,
Who doesn't want to be bullied everyday she goes to school.
The girl others call weird for no reason,
The girl people speak to as if she is retarded.
I am the girl with few friends,
Because I have been betrayed by others,
So therefore doesn't want to risk being betrayed and hurt again.
They called me names I now ignore,
But still try to steal my things to get a reaction from me,
I can't take it so I go to the one place I know I'm safe from them.
When school ends they follow me back,
Making me paranoid.
I know I cannot run,
So I stop in place until they walk in front of me.
I am the girl who likes strange things,
The things being the only thing to get me through the day.
Yet these things most people don't know.
When I get home and am asked how school was,
I shrug and just say ok.
I go to the computer for hours writing to get away from life.
When I finally get off and go to bed,
The voices in my head never stop,
Telling me how worthless and usel
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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