Hey are you there?Hey are you there? Are you listening? Do you care?Hey are you there?1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I want to know what´s planned for me,your plans for me if any,
though I know you´re very busy and I`m just one of many.
I`m bending over backwards,wondering where do I fit in,
thinking I´m a good person, who avoided every sin
but maybe in your eyes,I did something dreadfully wrong
and this is your wrath and punishment, for the rest of my life long.
If that´s the case, forgive me. If you can, please send a sign,
to make me believe in you again, in your presence divine.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach
Kill That ThoughtKillKill That Thought1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
thought of yours
'fore more harm is done.
Thought-scars decorate your spirit
as it is, so fight and kill that monster right away!
Your regrets and remembered shame
cannot mend the past.
In a dark placeSleeping past the end of the world, as if letting go was enough. Falling apart into distant pools, hands getting lost in the night... Assembling broken memories now, but a call into the wind… One by one leave never to be seen, yet only by the many shapes of clouds in the night. So exposed they are, as they float on the backs of glistening scales…Probably just mildly concussed…In a dark place1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I Cannot Go Where You've GoneTripping, tumbling, fallingI Cannot Go Where You've Gone1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Completely hoarse from calling
Your name over and over again …
Is there no end to this pain?
I cannot go where you’ve gone
We no longer sing the same song
I wish I had gone with you …
But my journey is not yet through
Le baiser de la mortCe soir je te laisse,Le baiser de la mort21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Un baiser froid pour te réchauffer
Tous mes liens avec la vie sont défaits
Mes pulsations d'ombre ne cessent
Je m'emballe et tout se déchire
Mon regard tourné vers le pire
Les âmes perdues me moulent
Tout ton amour je refoule
Les veines soulèvent mon cœur
Tout éclate et bombarde de sang
Je teins d'un rouge assoiffé tes sentiments
J'impose dans ton royaume étoilé la terreur
Désormais tes bras étreignent ma folie
Je m'évapore contre ton corps en cris
Si j'étais, je ne suis plus
Un souffle, une larme, tout est perdu
Shmalentine's day.Fucking Valentine's day.Shmalentine's day.1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Out of all it's not far from most cliche.
The women expect shit, the men deliver.
Excuse me if it doesn't set my heart aquiver.
I need validation but I got that already
I don't think I need anything that solid or steady.
I need that paper and I gotta get fed.
I need to feel challenged and some kinda bed.
More than anything, I need independence
Even at the risk of my future descendants.
Couples panderin and baby-talkin, feelin themselves way too much.
No wonder when you kick it they find it was a crutch.
I don't want that one-itis
Anyday I'll prefer appendicitis.
7 billion and change but you'll stick to those guns.
Keep on repeatin those "She's the one"s.
There's still something missin there
When I check myself, soul bare.
I won't bend over for it, but there's a hole.
Wires goin nowhere comin off my soul.
I've left something behind
It's hard to explain, almost undefined.
Something intangible, something complex.
Something important: it's probably sex.
Help Me PolarizeI heard you were in the need of a friend.Help Me Polarize15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Maybe we can go together, since I need as well.
You say you're a little lost and that life is very hard.
I just need to be near someone, who isn't tearing me apart.
I need someone to make my halves a whole,
While you want to make life a little less foul.
Together, we're a perfect combi of misery,
Not quite broken, but each of us with injury.
You and I would walk this long, rocky road,
Each of us carrying our own sorrowful load
Knowing we're not quite together, but not quite alone.
Bound by the similar ache in our unsettling bones.
For how long we will last, nobody knows,
But we're strong and we're sure it shows.
So we keep on, trying to reach our goals,
Nursing ourselves and our doubtful souls.
Jurnalul unei minti derizoriiJurnalul unei minți derizoriiJurnalul unei minti derizorii1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Colonia de furnici ce-mi mișună prin minte,
Aproape că mi-a devorat învelișul raționalității.
Realitatea devine permeabilă și nu se mai simte…
În acest loc domnit de răcoarea singurătății.
Gândurile m-au parasit dar mi-au lăsat în loc imagini
Care zămislesc puternice sentimente de durere sufletească.
Pe fața mea se citesc bătăliile precum cuvintele pe pagini.
Cicatricile au rămas dar sălășluiesc după o mască…
Pereții ce mă înconjoară sunt martorii unei finite dezbinate
Împrăștiată precum petele de sânge pe podeaua ce-o numim viață.
În mijloc se află o gaură ce devorează fericire si umanitate…
Treptat, focul devine rece și inima-mi îngheață.
Love? or.. Pain? or.. Both? or.. Nothing?..It is you?..Love? or.. Pain? or.. Both? or.. Nothing?18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
..I'm not sure..
..after three years..
..it returns my pain..
..I saw you again..
..it's gone, I thought..
..but it's only fault..
..what I'll do?..
..I pray to God now..
..to be with you...
..I myself lie..
HeartTake out my heartHeart1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Without a knife
I feel no pain
Just empty inside
Please put it back
Will you, my love?
Fix what I lack
I need you, my dove
At Night Love Walks The Floorat night love walks the floorAt Night Love Walks The Floor18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
in a dress from some before
rich in tears but crying poor
like a countryside postwar
with the bones washed up onshore
locked inside an empty drawer
nothing less is something more
all night long love walks the floor