AddictMy dear little man, now tired and weary,Addict1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The softness of sleep becomes dark and dreary.
In vivid dreams you see a bloodied ghost
Of the one you love and hate the most...
She tore into your veins,
And set them ablaze.
Even as you walked,
In a sickening haze.
You stole from the weak,
To feed your habit.
Blood upon the altar,
As you chased the rabbit.
A rabbit that enslaved,
Deep down the rabbit hole.
Inhaled like a blanket,
For the soul that was cold.
As the breathing became rapid,
And the vomiting begins.
You'll chase another rabbit,
To compound your sin.
And as your sins will grow,
So too will the madness.
It sinks into the heart,
And begins warping the canvas.
It paints it in bitterness,
The colour of black...
The colour of voices,
That lash at your back.
So dear little man, over pure white grains,
Are you done with this life of an endless pain?
I'll give you a solution, you need only apply...
For the man who is an addict, must surely die!
Blood and InkA trail of crimson drips onto a parchment so white,Blood and Ink1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
intermingling with black ink on a cold autumns night.
So sweet a melancholy song, playing for all to see,
of the poor, broken, tormented soul that is me.
An artist of no consequence, my heart on my sleeve,
living with a love and a passion so few can conceive.
But with passion comes limitless sufferings and pain,
creating another line on the paper, another blood stain.
For as many scars as I have dreams I will forever live,
inspiration and courage to others is what I hope to give.
That every experience of this world has it's own worth,
to have love and sorrow before we become one with the earth.
A desire for life, a desire for death, such a bitter endless game,
but a desire for immortality burns brighter then the brightest flame.
Wishing for a part of me to not be confined to this mortal coil,
a moment etched in time, long after I am entombed in soil.
Pouring out my deepest passions and angst pent up inside,
perhaps I will live on in b
To Wake...Must now I rise?To Wake...2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My spirit in shambles,
this life to pay cost.
Am I to rest?
A corpse set in-ground.
Hallowed the reminder,
echos silence as sound.
Yet be still I must,
no breath shall I take.
I long to stay dreaming...
For Hell is to wake.
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,It's not easy being a guy1 week 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
I m still hurtingI took care of you in your hour of need,I m still hurting1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your last days I witnessed the suffering and pain
and I prayed you´d soon be free,... over and over again
I knew how unworthy it was for you, all this you didn´t deserve.
You never wanted it to come to this, you said you wanted out
but honey this made me scared.
All too soon you would leave me, I knew you could no longer stay
I prayed to god to take you quickly and then cried and cried all day.
We had to say goodbye my love, our last and final greeting
this filled my heart with dread because I knew I had to let you go
but I just didn´t want your heart to stop beating.
Written by Suzanne karbach October 2014
InertiaA tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.Inertia3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
Retrospection a massacre, Reminiscence amassed.
My leisure foretold, the tombstones have cast.
Those shadows inside, I've witnessed most dear.
Yet masks like inkblots, have begun to smear.
Their tongues now a murmur, evoked once before.
To whom they reside in, are conscious no more.
A tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.
Forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
A harrowing curse, yet remittance was cloaked.
For misplaced remembrance of life's ample yoke.
A Sinner's LullabyHush little baby,A Sinner's Lullaby3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Don’t say a word.
The lines between good and sin
Close your eyes,
And say goodnight.
You’ll find your light.
Have sweet dreams,
My dear young love.
You’re barren of.
Hush little baby,
Rest your head.
Your shining hope
Is not yet dead.
Smile through the tearsThis welcome down pour,Smile through the tears1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
all this rain,
hides my tears but not my pain.
My broken heart is still not whole
I´ve lost my love,
my heart and soul.
The happiness that I once knew,
is just not there now,
it died with you.
The time gone by almost one year,
I battle on and face my fears.
carried on regardless,
heard all the good advice
I´ve dusted myself off
and each time paid the price.
Without you I must be,
maybe for quite a while.
The tears fall and fall
but still,... I try to smile.
Written by Suzanne Karbach October 2014
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,The paper soul2 weeks 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.
DrowningI´m drowning in a sea of tears,Drowning3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it´s a never ending flow.
I´ve been crying for, what seems like years,
since you said, you didn´t want to know.
Tell me,what did I do wrong?,
was it something that I said?,
for you to just discard our love
Goodbye and Good rid!
I know we were both so young,
but for me , I took it serious.
Obviously you didn´t,
and you just finished it between us.
Now I see you on the street
some one else holding your hand.
Gosh you both look so sweet,
so that`s what you had planned
I was just the trash
an object to throw away.
On finding something better,
you just called our love a day.
Karma has a funny knack,
at going round and coming back,
possibly she´ll see through you
and suddenly let you go.
So take care of that enormous ego
or your tears may drown you too.
Suzanne Karbach &
Her Broken HeartThere was a little girl,Her Broken Heart1 week 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.
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyesEnigma Of The Soul2 weeks 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 Hourglass2 weeks 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
A Night With The Captain...When sinks of bloodA Night With The Captain...2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
run dry as bone,
thus whiskey cleanse the stains.
I grasp my pen
elect to bleed,
and grant the sorrows drain.
England x Fem!Reader --- My Dear LoveEngland x Fem!Reader --- My Dear Love2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dear love, I sit here in agony,
Wasting myself away with a deep swig.
The background music playing rhapsody,
While the wind outside dances with the twigs.
My dear love, I can't help but stare at you,
Even through thin glass I'm enchanted
Beautiful eyes sparking as if on cue,
Making me all the more captivated.
My dear love, please smile as you've always,
No need to have such a sad expression.
It is your birthday, a celebration,
Not a time to weep and be in question.
But my dear love, I can't help but miss you,
With these tears and sobs that have come anew.
Russia x Fem!Reader --- My Only WishRussia x Fem!Reader --- My Only Wish3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The taunting droplets that they call rain,
Drizzled down against the cold, hard earth.
Despite all I did, my actions were slain,
Demolishing all that was of worth.
Your presence gave me warm security,
Something I lacked before I knew of you.
Your smile, a symbol of purity,
Your heart emitting all that is true.
Every time I see bright colored flowers,
Painful memories flood back in a rush.
Your voice growing increasingly louder,
While the frigid air makes your cute cheeks flush.
It was my fault to be the puppeteer,
My only wish was for you to be here.
I am dreaming of youEnchanted by sorrowI am dreaming of you1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hoping for better tomorrow
I am dreaming of you
Holding onto my feelings
searching for their true meanings
I am dreaming of you
Crying under my pillow
bent like an old broken willow
I am dreaming of you
Expecting the miracle from above
I am dreaming of you my love
and you I am leaving
Fullmetal HeartFullmetal Heart1 week 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.
The RobinClipped are the wings of freedom's song,The Robin2 weeks 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.
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,We have one Earth, We have one Chance2 weeks 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.
Why She's FeministThey took the light from her eyes,Why She's Feminist2 weeks 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
A Haunted HeartOh tender whispered wordsA Haunted Heart3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so frequent you come
as fleeting as fluttering birds
what part of your heart are they from?
Could they be a form of true love
as fresh as a spring breeze
as graceful and beautiful as doves
sitting within the sunny trees?
Are they from a place more meager
where your heart cannot decide
where it was never very eager
next to where your courage died?
Either way, I feel deeply for you
your heart knows not what it wants
if only it knew sincerity like mine too
a lovely and desolate place indecision haunts.
Never EndingIt´s something that´s so hard to bearNever Ending2 weeks 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