.i remember the spring.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you did not grow
and our arms unfurled
for no one
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,Stand Against Suicide21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moonIt's Okay to be Imperfect7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I clickThese Faded Keys3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.I Thought I Needed Feminism21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
I'm all alone now.Where did you go?I'm all alone now.3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's so lonely and cold.
We used to be so close.
We talked every day.
Why have you gone?
We were so close.
Did I miss a fallout?
Was it something I did?
Remember me at all?
Remember all the fun we had together?
Remember the laughs we shared?
Remember the games we played?
We were always there for eachother,
but you never come by anymore.
It's lonely here.
I miss you.
What happened to us?
We used to be such close friends.
I miss you all,
and everything we did.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,Dethroned2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
AmnesiaDear me,Amnesia2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lost control again
I don’t know where I am
But my hands are bleeding
And my head hurts
My memories are fading
So am I
I reach for them
But I’m standing on a cliff
And I don’t want to fall
I see pictures
In my head
Of a young girl
With blond hair
Who is she?
Who am I?
I am Nobody
I don’t have a Name
That is what I do
and the pain
I will get somewhere
Is a mystery
There’s a mirror
On the wall
but I can see myself
I see a young girl
With blond hair
I am the girl
She is me
Then everything fades
And I am no longer
DifferentDifferent on the outside,Different1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
My Lady LogicShe is the anathema of beauty and beast,My Lady Logic3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
with eyes that speak volumes more...
...than any doldrum iris.
Her lips are the sting of Anemoi,
You could suckle them forever and have naught but frostbite. ..
...they'd never melt.
Slender hands grasp a beating heart,
with digits as pale as a nigheag na h-àth.
She may launder thine cadaver-clothes,
but she won't use her arms for comfort.
You can lie between her scorching breasts,
and follow the trail of whispers down...
..to a forbidden juncture.
If you don’t know the way listen for the echoing screams.
And ah! She might arch in the throes of passion! As you plunder an empty trove...
But for what it is worth...you should not seek love,
in the arms of Sensibility.
For she is as hard as winter,
and more difficult to swallow than fire.
I Won't Wish For YouThe Wizard of OzI Won't Wish For You3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
said "i'll give you wishes,
I fell down to the ground
on one knee,
his face was green.
A disembodied being with
a hollow stare,
Fire in his hair,
and in my silence he glared.
I know behind the curtain there is no one
'cept a monkey holding a cappuccino
named Fred Astaire.
Even still I contemplated all my wants
stacked against my dirty deeds,
To live without hope is a death sentance
to the man with a pen,
writing out all his pain,
virtually the same
as a cutting game.
We play, but not as children
just empty shells driven insane,
hiding the shame.
But please don't grab the wheel
I'll drive down this road on my own
yellow and cold,
bricks covered in mold.
Once was like shiny gold.
My mouth flew open
piercing the air
a sound barrier tear
with dramatic flair.
and better teeth
are all I need.
I want to leave here
Even if inside I'm
As for the third
that I waste it
so I'll save
shallow by designshe's a bare distraction,shallow by design1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
echo falling from her lips
over and over in revolutions
that do little more
she's caught in a curtsey
that's half seduction,
and half a mannequin movement
poised just how you like her.
they carefully planned her
from blueprint bruises,
the puppeteers dripping vice
down her strings like virtue
in saccharine whispers;
a lewd command-cum-question
leaking slick into moments
that were supposed
to be dulcet.
and you can't help but pity
the porcelain fleshling,
for she's only
immortalslet's infect summerimmortals2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
no death kiss
from autumn, or a
funeral in winter.
alonestill the olympic lights.alone2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
a bitter almond breeze,
soul-numbing & grounding.
and a band of thugs, and a woman waiting
in vain to catch a ride.
further and further away.
none of this will ever be captured on film.
you can erase the place but you can't
stamp out the stink
and how it accretes and why do you remain
so sharply eagle-eyed uncomfortable sober. pushing for a space
between molecules where you feel you are not
into the sanitizing chill of an empty bridge and highway.
a fascinated child,
your icy mittenprint on the kiosk window
now shattered but you know
there will be dahlias again
but by then
you will have crossed the street and
dry heaved grotesque self
Hello.The thing about the shy and the fearful, is that we sit there, not saying hello twice and sometimes not even once. We sit there feeling lonely and thinking about “Hello”, thinking about “How are you?”, thinking about the laughter this person gives us and the vacation from our troublesome realities.Hello.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
We think about this and we move to speak but our thoughts lash back against us.
“If they wanted to talk to you, they would have said hi.”
“They probably think you're annoying.”
“You're being too clingy!”
They proclaim, their voices so loud they shatter the confidence we weave our path out of.
All of these reasons why they don't want to or can't talk to us, some even as simple as “They're busy” all deter us from simply saying hello...
And the thing about the shy and the fearful, is that all the while... We never once think that the reason they haven't said hello is because they are like us, their voice in their head cryin
character regressyou didn't like the expositioncharacter regress2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
so then you started building hapless loves
out of tissue-paper, pine needles;
leaving prickled cryptograms conspicuously placed
in the ascending topography
of your poetic timeline
you dancer socrates; triptych protagonist
swooning to your ghettobaby grime
in the first act, before the real shit happens
and you have nothing left
when the credits roll.
Tell MeI want you to tell meTell Me3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
What it feels like when
You're sitting in your
Kitchen at 3:28 am and
There's thunder shaking
Like origami lanterns
Shake when a storm rolls
In, like trees tremble
Under the gazes of tsunamis,
Like I tremble at the sight
I want you to tell me
If the coffee's still sweet
When you make it even though
You know I always put in an
Extra teaspoon of sugar when
You aren't looking.
SelectionsPuzzled slices compose dreams.Selections3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blackened, whitened, or dyed.
As, mumbled depths dissipate.
Charming wastelands arise.
a wreckthere is a quiet desperationa wreck2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this decision to grind flesh into space
minimalist cartography of the bay.
why do you always set sail in these
this is the right thing to doas if it was your cross to bear
seas, pins and needles waters.
and craft carapace rafters, make habitable do not inhabit hang a poster of the sunset do not expect-
or do, or refine brow ridges.
every minute you ask yourself "have i been too cruel,
my microintake of breath too sharp?"
To: MeYou never learn do you?To: Me2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
At first I thought that this is what made you a beautiful person,
But getting naïve, a follower, has nothing to do with beauty.
It makes me sick.
Every time you meet someone new,
You put your heart in their hands
At first it came off nicely, like loyal,
but now it only seems desperate
Don't you know that not everyone is worth it?
Most people misuse a person like you
And you seem to almost like it
You disgust me
And every time
again and again
you get dumped
and every time
freaking again and again
you look surprised
It pisses me off
How can one be so stupid
to give everything they have
to a person who returns none of it
Of course you end up getting hurt
That's why from now on I tell myself:
Don't give anything to anyone
Because they won't return it anyway
And I know,
I have learned it the hard way.
romantic affairsI count my ribs, oneromantic affairs3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect xylophone, it seems.
I tap out the wedding march,
dun, dun, dundun. My face
as white as my gown, my spine
popping out. My groom,
handsome as ever,
dressed in black. He holds out the ring, and I whisper
He owns me.
There is cake at the reception, a buffet line.
But he forbids eating them, and
We are Mr. And Mrs. Anorexia Nervosa.
the certainty of imminencei.the certainty of imminence11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
tomorrow spills over
rapt and enveloping,
as wakefulness startles,
i'm caught up
i forge(t) myself in oblivion
night-time so hollow,
we all stop
with the clocks.
nothing looks the way it did
and i guess it seems
i'm blinkered, brevity-bound
in century footsteps forever stumbling,
always being blindsided
by the passing
Grief is.....Setting the table for twoGrief is.....3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and then realising I´ll be eating alone
burying my head in your unwashed dressing gown
Crying in the middle of the shops
because I see a special offer "Men`s socks"
noticing the bed move but there´s no one there
and I don´t feel shocked
Ironing my clothes and remembering the times
when you said that looks nice on you
feeling like I just want to stay in bed all day
cos there´s nothing else to do
Getting lost in the car
on streets you used to drive me
wondering how long before we´ll be together
How very long it will be.
by Suzanne karbach 21.07 2014