It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,It's not easy being a guy3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the depths of your mind,
That it's easy being a male,
but let me tell you, that's a lie
Do you know how it feels,
to reach societies expectations,
and if you fail to do so,
must give everyone an explanation?
Or the pain you feel,
when walking with a group of friends,
and a lone girl walks by,
and you stare at her instead.
Not because you lust over her,
or because she's revealing,
put because she has beauty,
like an angel in the clearing.
But you must want to rape her,
or call her a slut,
and because of wishful thoughts,
you have the right to be punched in the gut.
And what's the point of compliments,
when they come from your heart,
you're obviously being sexist,
wasn't that your intention for the start?
Do you know how it feels,
to be raped and feel meaningless,
but to be shunned by society,
And blamed for feeling so senseless.
You are a guy,
“strong proud and tall”
you're not a girl,
so it doesn't matter at all.
That is painful,
to hear an
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,The paper soul5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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.
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyesEnigma Of The Soul1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The endless abyss of the soul
Behind this mask I hide
The enigma of my whole
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthoodAdulthood's Hourglass5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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 gra
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,We have one Earth, We have one Chance5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and they know it’s true,
just take a long look
see what other have been through.
This world is terrible,
I’ve heard it all before
and the problems we face
are like a stone locked door.
War in one state,
death in another
Good God, I’m surprised
we haven’t killed each other.
Ebola is a virus,
you’ve all heard it I know,
It’s serious isn’t it,
yet people joke like it’s a comedy show.
People are at odds
with what’s a sin or not
But loving whom you choose
is just a wishful thought.
And what is this ISIS
who claims to do right?
When poor, terrified families
can’t even sleep without fright.
And let’s take a step back,
look at western feminism,
which is a pitiful joke,
compared to right-stricken women.
And what about men,
people turn a blind eye,
to rape, murder and abuse,
feminist alike still deny.
Children are poor,
in some of the richest countries,
they beg in the streets,
in wealth filled cities.
The RobinClipped are the wings of freedom's song,The Robin4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her cry a distant call.
locked inward a cage of grief,
her time shall not be long.
She dreams to soar the sky above,
to taste the morning sun.
To fly above oppression's reach,
in hopes she may find love.
Why She's FeministThey took the light from her eyes,Why She's Feminist5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when they took the light from him.
An even to this day,
he wishes his life could end.
She wasn’t a feminist,
until she turned seventeen,
and she hadn’t put much thought into it,
it really wasn’t what it seemed.
But one night when things,
were silent and casual,
she and her brother,
studied like usual.
However she noticed,
without having to say,
that her little brother was nervous
he began to act in strange ways.
She wanted to ask him
if everything was alright
but she wasn’t at all prepared
for what else would happen that night.
She screamed louder than ever
when those boys broke in,
they attacked her first,
she wasn’t a match for them.
She fell to the ground,
with a bruise on her cheek
she watched helplessly as the boys
took her brother off his feet.
They hit him and beat him
threw him to the ground
ignored his tears
right before they began to crowd.
They stripped him one by one
and by that time she tried to move
Never EndingIt´s something that´s so hard to bearNever Ending5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After losing a dear loved one,
the days go by without ever changing,
uneventful and dull.
On waking every morning, you face the day , you try.
You´re going through the motions
but there´s something not quite right.
There´s an empty space in your broken heart
that´s now full of disappointment.
With no hope of ever healing it,
no cure , or soothing ointment.
It´s like waking up on Christmas morn
to hear it´s been called off
and every day driving miles and miles
around in thick dense fog.
Daily greetings from the Ground Hog,
each day it seems the same.
For this never ending sadness
is your broken heart to blame.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach October 2014
Her Broken HeartThere was a little girl,Her Broken Heart2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a broken heart.
That spent every night,
Trying to mend it back together.
Was like glass.
It would fall,
And shatter to pieces.
She was missing something,
Her heart would never be whole.
The pieces were stolen,
And would never be given back.
She didn't know how to survive,
Every memory tormented her.
And the scars would only,
Bring them back to life.
All she ever wanted,
Was to be loved.
To not be invisible,
To everyone in the world.
But she'll put on a smile.
Because she doesn't want anyone to see,
That this girl is me.
Fullmetal HeartFullmetal Heart1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thoughts can be useless.
They don't help in a fight.
In the spur of the moment,
We don't think quite right.
For us it was years though.
With no time to waste
All that we wanted
Was Mom's smiling face...
Instead I lost one.
My brother's sound fate
A soul clad in armor
My horrific mistake.
But now we're relentless.
We search for a way
To correct our mistakes
And go on, come what may.
Now my future is set.
No regrets, can't backpedal.
I'll jump into the fray
With a heart made Fullmetal.
HealingMy life was torn apart;Healing1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was left for dead with a
I felt so sad & alone,
With a heart now made of stone.
That's when you entered my
Piercing the darkness with your light.
Healing what my previous friend
And showing what love's really worth.
You showed me kindness, hope, & love;
A gentle heart that could only come
I thank you for healing my broken spirit
& bringing me back to my feet;
Cause of sweet, loving you,
I know now that you're all I'll need.
When Nothing ChangesEvery week is the same. Nothing changes,When Nothing Changes2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing is gained, and they are filled with pain
Of loss and hopelessness that they cannot
Escape. No asylum for them to seek,
Only tyrannical silence to keep
Their eyes focused on unfair addiction,
Already claiming lives too young, futures
That hadn’t yet begun; their smiles, admired
And sincere, spread sorrow like wildfire here.
No words are spoken. Tears begin to flow
Among the woeful, staring down gravestones
That now belong to friends with no safe home.
Every week is the same. Nothing changes,
Nothing is gained, and there is no clean vein
Available, brain stains permanently
Unerasable. And the serpent sneaks
Around the branches, waiting for chances
To take away yet another. Heartbreak
Again, a dream from which they cannot wake.
Warrior's HiakuBeating of drums against deaf earsWarrior's Hiaku1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like tired warriors falling facedown
To sleep forever upon soft grass
Life is a TrainYou could have said things earlier,Life is a Train3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not when I plan to leave
This town. I can't believe
Your words any more — familiar
Tendencies whenever you feel
The scare of change kick in.
I held onto you when
Your parents passed. I had to deal
With your overbearing anger
And fill a hole so big.
Watched you become a twig
Before my eyes, and the stranger
I see sleeping across the street
Inside an apartment
That asked not once for rent
Has given up fighting this feat.
My bags are packed already. Trains
Depart quickly, with or
Without you there on board,
And I cannot be bound by chains
Of love that pierced my naive heart
On days you shed those tears.
You must defeat your fears
Alone, for this is where we part.
*River Styx*River Styx, Hades bound*River Styx*4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silent ferryman makes no sound
His boat contains human sorrow.
Departing souls, no tomorrow.
Day and night boat departs
Shades of dead with fearful heart
Should they have a coin to pay
Passage assured, on their way.
You have no coin? journey short
No way boatman will abort
Bound for Hades, time of fear
Trembling souls, hour is near.
True GraceSpilling salt on the table,True Grace4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Doesn’t mean I’m bad luck.
Tripping in heels,
Doesn’t make me a klutz.
A little bit of grit,
Shouldn’t bring me shame.
Not knowing what to say,
Shouldn’t brand me as lame.
In a world where we don’t
Look further than the face,
Here are the things
That define true grace:
Giving up the stuffed animal
That you’ve had since you were five,
To a child in need of a friend
To snuggle with at night;
That is true grace.
Searching your pocket
For leftover change,
To give to the beggar
Sitting at the curb each day;
That is true grace.
Noticing a stranger
Beside you in the aisle,
And glancing up to give them
Your friendliest smile;
That is true grace.
For who they are in their soul,
And not ever asking
For them to be more;
That is true grace.
These simple serendipities,
Bring joy unique to them.
Elegance may be charming,
But grace is from within.
Childhood Scarring..Thank you, daddy.Childhood Scarring..4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You make me freeze in front of men,
you make me cringe when a guy touches me,
you make me scared of my own gender..
But it wasn't your fault.
It was your ill mind.
Tainted and sickened with this world's eternal darkness.
thank you for everything.
Waking up in cold sweats,
shaking when I am by a male,
crying when I have to explain why those cuts were there..
are you really my dad?
You never felt like you were.
You feel more like a executioner,
or better yet,
a blade that I was stuck with for 11 years.
A Matter Of DaysIn 24 days, I will stop waiting for a 'hey'A Matter Of Days1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I will do everything alone
In 73 days, I will delete your messages
And I will forget the first time you said hello
In 107 days, I will start to forget the dreams
And I will let them slip from my mind
In 138 days, I will stop hoping the message is yours
And I will find new ways to smile without you
In 168 days, I will stop crying
And I will forget the sweet names that you'd called me
In 178 days, I will begin to breathe again
And I'll forget the times you brightened my day
In 208 days, I will smile all the time
And I will forget when you said 'I love you'
In 258 days, I will delete your videos
And I will forget the ways you made me feel alive
In 1,010 days, I will forget how we fell apart
And I will begin to forget our memories
In 1,110 days, I will be craving someone else
And I will be happier than ever before
In 3,274 months, I will be long gone
And somebody will be researching our lives
But everything that was 'us' will long since been
Secrets Under the MoonOnce we spoke beneath the moonlightSecrets Under the Moon1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
our thoughts became lost in the night
quivering with divine insight
we burned so bright, we burned so bright.
Secrets buried behind your eyes
the past becoming whispered lies
and we struggle to break these ties
here the truth cries, here the truth cries.
Under the stars confess your heart
our language is a sacred art
finding our way to a new start
we will not part, we will not part.
I recall your dreams of the sea
untold places we become free
your fingers can reveal me
let us just be, let us just be.
*Farewell*Smell floral decay*Farewell*16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Grim reaper had his way
Tears saturate burial ground
Quiet sobbing, mournful sound.
Departing from nearby gate
Emphatic soul cannot wait
Mortal life has no claim
Taking leave from this domain.
InvocationQuill of steel, quill of steel,Invocation2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can you tell me how I feel?
Scratch the parchment, show the signs,
have some red ink fill the lines,
let it run and find its way
to form the words that I can’t say.
Quill of steel, quill of steel,
won‘t you tell me how I feel?
The RainIt was thereThe Rain2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We knew it all along
Little drops, at first
Ignore them, you said
So I did
But it got more
Surprising it'd be
Your confusion makes me shiver
It's not surprising when the clouds are
So deep they almost touch the ground
Each day the sky got a little darker
Each day you laughed a little louder
To pretend you could still see the sun
We reached the point where everything was silent
It got so dark
You couldn't see me
I couldn't see you
We were numb
But most of all
We were sick of waiting
'Cause we both wanted to see the sun again
That was when the rain started to pour
Like you'd watch the world from afar
Through blurry glass, unknown
I saw your lips moving
But couldn't hear you judgements
The rain was too loud
My heart was racing the whole time
Walking on ropes that were meant to rip
Careful, little steps of insecurity
Now my heart finally stopped
Just as the rain
We're left without words
All that's been said lies next to us, in shreds
SuicideDiamonds fall from my eyesSuicide3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Daggers have replaced my teeth
Poison now swirls in my mind
I do fear that I am running out of time.
Hope is: Unburnt Toast for BreakfastI sigh - weary as the morning tries to wake meHope is: Unburnt Toast for Breakfast4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And turn away but lift my heavy head,
I thought nothing in this world would ever break me,
My back is strong; my heart was weak instead.
Light patterns shift and sway as I breathe gently
Moving from the comfort in my bed,
Where last nights dreams are fading – incidentally
They were all of you and all the things you said.
I stumble from the bedroom and I have coffee
I look through a magazine that I have read,
I wonder what I’ve salvaged - what’s left of me?
To face days like this when I am made of lead.
A slice of toast with butter is like cardboard.
Why is the kitchen painted shades of red?
My mouth feels cloying, its annoying to eat food
That won’t go down, sticks in my throat instead.
Today is just like yesterday: sat here eating toast
I ride with it, I’m just taken where I’m led,
Sitting in the kitchen in the morning, feeling lost,
Crying in my coffee, tears needing to be shed.
Half the toast always l