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What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing things
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
So,
Hell yeah,
We’re angry.What a Wonderful World9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
---
But even if you do all that...
---
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"Stripping Me8 hours ago in Free Verse

to the ghosts with you, my deari came not to be kissed,
or to have myself cradled
in the curve of a throat,
but to be broken,
to be diminished
by your lack of affection
& over indulgence of sexualization.
but i,
uneducated in your intent,
found myself left entirely whole
& incapable of the fury
i had sought to sow between the
ridges of my aching ribs.to the ghosts with you, my dear16 hours ago in Free Verse

ApproachingIt's getting closer
I can feel it
It's coming for me
To take me away
And I won't fight it
I'll welcome it instead
It's not a curse
But a blessing instead
Even if I don't know yet
What's on the other side
I'll find out real soon...Approaching6 hours ago in Free Verse

the polar opposite of translucencycradled in the echo
of a cloudburst,
the earth curls invisible fingers
about my achilles' tendon
& pulls;
she cries that i am not
intended for the clouds,
that my mind must not wander
between their susurrous concaves
so i,
furious with her insistence,
her petulance,
untether myself from the soft,
diaphonous comfort of the heavens
& sink,
down into the weight of gravity.
listless green blades welcome my soles,
stimulating a tickle,
an itch,
a sneeze; i never have done well
with nature,
but oh,
she is calling for me,
soft-tongued and crisp in her
own shadow,
& i am sorely tempted
but no,
no--
i am not for the soil.
lungs listless,
she becomes my inhale;
lightheaded
& translucent,
my alveoli shudder
beneath her force--
i am not for the air, either.
mellow-skinned,
i stand beneath her onslaught
until she tires,
her molten heart beating beneath my toes;
unable to woo me with her facets,
she pirouettes,
cloaking me in one last attempt,
a final shadow.
my pores bloom
& i rthe polar opposite of translucency16 hours ago in Free Verse

ten.why don't we sit under
the hangmans noose;
contemplate life
for a bit.
watch the crows hustle around
these
frayed ropes, and listen to the
wind rustle dirt's
leaves.
there's a cool breeze coming
through,
almost too cold, its...
bitter.
so let's just walk away and seek the
warmth
under these charcoal
feathers.
[its a comforting feeling to have life, and
death in your control. ]ten.20 hours ago in Free Verse

I'm not telepatheticI'm not telepathetic
and you aren't too,
because you would know
and you wouldn't be angry with me.
Therefor, you're thinking of me too.I'm not telepathetic3 hours ago in Free Verse

(not) white and prettygrandma once told me i wasn’t white enough
because of my
sunkissed skin and
ankle sock tans.
against all the other a m e r i c a n girls,
i’m dull,
a weed against all the roses.
i wanted to—
h i d e behind layers of makeup,
underneath foundation and concealer and blush and
finally have pretty, full, lips that aren’t cracked and bitten and
eyelashes that are way longer than naturally possible.
i’m not
pretty.
my legs are too short;
my arms are twigs and
my body like a shapeless cardboard box.
my hair is brown and unstyled,
my face is imperfect,
my eyes lined with dark circles.
if—
i were just a bit paler,
my hair just a bit lighter,
wavier,
my legs just a bit longer;
maybe, then, i could be pretty too.
i know what grandma was saying when she told me
i wasn’t white enough;
but i don’t want to be another clone,
faceless and shapeless against all the colors of the world.
i’d rather be me:
all five feet, n(not) white and pretty8 hours ago in Free Verse

InsultingSince when did being yourself become an insult?
"You fight like a girl."
When did being a girl become insulting?
Girls are not weak nor stupid
Girls are as strong and smart
as anyone else.
Girls are still people
and they are not going to allow
to be pushed down
"You're so gay."
When did love become insulting?
Is it wrong?
It's a sin they say
But I never heard
that loving someone could be a sin
But loving someone seems to be so hard
in this kind of world we live in
"You're as dark as a Black person."
When was race become so insulting?
What is so wrong about the darkness or lightness
of our skins?
That light skin is better?
That being light skinned makes you any better of a person?
And one day, as I was just being myself
I heard my name
My name was being used as insult
When did I become an insult?
Did this person decide
to pick out all of the flaws
I try so hard to ignore,
and use them against someone else?
"You're even uglier than her!"
When did I become an insult?
When did being ourInsulting22 hours ago in Free Verse

My Most Beloved, CreativityBorn from a thought
The spark flickers
Like an egg it waits
Growing in silence
Until it's ivory hull
Cracks and breaks away
A great fire springs
From the tiny vessel
Sprouting fluorescent wings
It takes to the sky
Singing in countless tunes
As it soars higher and beyond
Painting the world
In hues and colors
It takes varied forms
Yet ever remains the same
Born from a thought
It is powerful
It can change the world
It can change us all
It is the great being known as
CreativityMy Most Beloved, Creativity1 day ago in Free Verse

How to Love YourselfPromise yourself
that you will do things
right this time
Swear to yourself that
you really can keep
promises
Tell yourself that you
have what it takes -
that you're only failing
because you aren't
trying hard enough
But repeat to yourself more often that
sometimes it really isn't your fault -
sometimes the teacher is terrible
or you didn't have time to eat
or you were just too tired
to function
Tell yourself that you
know what you're doing.
Tell yourself that you
are prepared to fly
even if your wings are
only half-built
Tell yourself that you'll
finish them
tomorrow
And if you ever catch
yourself breaking down,
god, just don't stop running
or else you'll realize
that your lungs are
starved for oxygen
Just repeat while breathless,
"I am okay. I am okay. I am okay.
I am okay-"
Write across your collarbone:
"I am not trash.
I am enough.
I deserve to be happy.
I am perfect and
nothing needs fixing."
Everything's the fault of
the rest of the worldHow to Love Yourself3 hours ago in Free Verse

State FairYou were still alive when I started this poem.
Maybe Newport's walls couldn't hold you in after all,
Maybe running away from home is the only way back.
I spend every summer looking for you in the sky,
between the blurred bokeh of carnival lights
and the blasts of mortars.
Nothing but smoke.
I hang on to that last week in August like a promise.
Maybe in the crowd of two hundred thousand,
your face would flicker in the dark
before disappearing altogether.
But after the bright lights burst,
all we are left with is blue bruising into orange
and the fade of sulfur in the air.
After it's over,
all that we have
are the ashes in our palms.State Fair12 hours ago in Free Verse

song birds only sing when it rainsmy little mouse,
tell me- do you
like the sand underneath your feet,
the ocean waters with it's
calming push and pull attitude
guiding you this way and that
with a loving hand.
do you curl beneath covers
during snow storms, listening to
the wind howl, knocking against windows-
against your hands, small and much
like glass themselves.
you are peace, harmony in small storms,
a soothing melody in quiet voice to
anyone willing to listen to
a quiet voice hidden in a tiny statue,
eyes always seeking, always hidden.song birds only sing when it rains5 hours ago in Free Verse

The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,
as a pristine delicate paper ball,
filled with love and happiness,
innocent and whole.
This fine intricately woven filigree orb inside
of all their hearts,
must be cherished protected and loved,
lest it fall apart.
A remark out of place
is like a slap in the face.
Taking the fool
and all ridicule,
can crush and destroy this beautiful soul,
leaving irreparable damage untold.
When paper is crumpled, creased, dashed and trodden,
the marks left are plain to see.
With the soul it´s the same, hurt, scarred and broken
and bullied into misery.
With apologies you may want forgiveness,
like the paper you try to smooth out the creases.
But the paper is beyond repair
just like a soul full of despair
It´s too late to pick up the pieces.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach October 2014.The paper soul10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

HumanityHumanity
Whens humans made their first steps,
the only goal we had is to have sex.
So we could continue the human species,
it wasn't long before we started to write treaties.
Humanity was evolving,
we started problem solving.
We cured illnesses,
we started creating houses.
Science was writing the history book of our planet,
humanity used to eat bananas, now we shot cannons.
Warfare evolve from rocks to nukes.
Those nukes can kill allot of troops,
but not just them, but everyone on the planet we live on.
Carl Sagan once asked "Who Speaks to Earth?"
The answer is, we do.
You and me. We all speak to Earth.
Humanity needs to learn from the history of the old days if we don't wanna repeat it.
It takes one mistake, to kill everyone. Humanity1 day ago in Free Verse

Transit AloneRomping with the wind caroused
Non-hearing inside this film
Metal cage rattle its shocks
As asphalt chips by rubber
Metal lights take gaseous orb
Eaten the fill of pitch
The filaments gyrate inside
Three trapped in transit gait
I hear voices, but not their sayings
Two heads cut by the shadows
And just so would they be one beast
If not for their storytelling
But I am another realm of one cell
One bunk divided to their floor
Where they dance plots of sweet nothings
And I try to shut my eyes
Vacant stare flesh out outside
Away from here in torture
Slipped through the crack of rubber tracks
Like pebbles breaking free
Black road to the black of night
A fabric soft subjective
Comfort by the passing orbs
To slowly dissipate
More non-consequential talk
Buzz like mud inside the gears
That bend and move myself around
But not the illusions created
Past marvels walk the way with me
And act their lives designed
By one whom sits inside a cage
So dark it seems inviting
Stretches patched by tidal waveTransit Alone17 hours ago in Free Verse

If You Can't Love Me Kill MeMy eyes are fire
searching for you,
burning through and through,
I still wonder
which one of us is
holding the dagger,
waiting for the guillotine to fall,
but even if I am bleeding,
I will still keep on breathing,
because this is the end
and the beginning.
Don't ask me
to show mercy,
don't ask me to
seek forgiveness
we have come too far
for such pleasantries,
we know we cannot
leave without
breaking each other.
Like gods going to war,
there can be no
death, only damnation
to eternal suffering,
waiting for your pillar
of imagined victory to
crumble away
in my wrath.
Come and drink
from the Alchemist's
chalice with me,
poison or potion
it will save us
in one way or
another.If You Can't Love Me Kill Me1 day ago in Free Verse

Diaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer CarolinaDiaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer Carolina
treefingers branch albatross
weight across storm
petrel hoverings.
fluttering over pelagic hearts,
philopatry nestle themselves
in tethered cloudburst
feathered by torrent nests
in this cespitose love.
her dove muse
speaks discernment
as perception is broadwing,
broad horizons
across dusk windows.
raptor tempo
hunted
down by desire’s arrow--
that must be why
they call it
falling.
(it spares no souls
when it hits falling
sparrows.)
variation in hawk stares,
you press distinction
against my scars
and osculate
with your iris
and caress them
with your digits.
sentiment dusts over skin
like gust-kissed aileron.
sharp flight slicing
through ethereal,
crystalline rapture.Diaphanous Kestrel, Gossamer Carolina4 hours ago in Free Verse

Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthood
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving graAdulthood's Hourglass4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

popular eugenicslibration
dodging de jas vu and satellites
we left the house so sick this morning
not even our astral bodies could survive
and came limping home tonight
in rank and ready to improve
our primordial plan to help us jump
ship in this forced evolution
you see the winning team is waiting
for us on the other side
of crooked minds and virgin spines
surgically re-straightenedpopular eugenics19 hours ago in Free Verse

Heavyweight XXYou're the brush, I a canvas
Love is ink, spinning helix
Enlace, embrace, efface senses
Staccato fall with ardent bruises
The moon lies tilted sideways
Watching with increasing interest
Our eyes in the mirror,
The head on the blushing pillow
Gliding like an ampersand
I am free form in your arms
Some verses-caresses are longer
Toppling hyperbolae of our breathing
Unwritten mishap, you and I were born
Under a tremulous mistletoe
Tumbling together in a single wave
We are the biting miracle of blank verseHeavyweight XX18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

DawnCrimson skies in the east
announce the coming day.
Time to face the world.
Coffee has been brewed,
and a pastry awaits me
as soon as I take a shower.
Cats are outside the door,
waiting for Daddy to deliver
some rations to fuel their sleep.
I hear Spotty walking the hall,
going outside to do his thing.
Welcome to another day.
Just another dawn in paradise...
or is this paradise to begin with?
It's not the same without you.
--RKJDawn20 hours ago in Free Verse

Empty But Alivebreathing you in, october
i taste the numbing agents
even on the very surface
of your conspiracy, this
prepping of the patient
this unworking of the earth
sealing it as-is
hardening the sites
of future graves, forced shallow
not harvesting, just weakening
arranging late-year stacks
of blurry panic, while disabling
the defensive response
so much decline to wage
before the winter kills
october knows i'm a fool
for the dark underbreath
of its dead open air
the howl of the breeze
through its night fields, empty
but alive, and so very not empty
its rhythm of silence
between barks and calls
stalls my heart mid-beat
i used to pray for its engines
to restart, before it hit ground
but now i realize
that there is no floor
to this dream
and no bottom to this fallEmpty But Alive5 hours ago in Free Verse

brutal honestyHave you described y o u r s e l f to the thousands -
Hesitant, but completely honest? W h o I think I am
and what I s o u n d like are t w o different things.
S T O P and think for a second and say,
who are y o u, are you happy with what
you d e c l a r e yourself to be? W o r d s -
you t h i n k they describe w h o you are;
but are they enough?
Be h o n e s t.
are you w h o
you want to be?
O R are y o u,
j u s t y o u ?
False declarations lead to malicious truths that w o u n d.
It burns - hurts like a k n i f e to the flesh, but you know
in the end h o n e s t y will feel like a numbing narcotic
that eases the a c h e and lets the gash becomebrutal honesty4 hours ago in Free Verse

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