WholeI'm no longer a shrinking victim,Whole2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mild as a lamb and strong as a boar,
My past is in the dust behind me,
I won't look back there anymore!
I'll still struggle and fall short,
But I'll keep soldiering on,
I hear them trying to tear me down,
But I know they're jaded and wrong!
I won't be defined by old mistakes,
Because I know my heart and my soul,
My heart has scars but it's open wide,
The journey has made me whole!
The Cyber BullyThe Cyber bully lurks behind a computer screen,The Cyber Bully3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Typing her insults a way.
With a smile on her face and hands on the keys,
She thinks she is ruining a poor soul’s day.
Behind the glass, pixels and all,
A person is not just a user,
But a human being with a troubled life,
Yes, the one the cyber bully called a loser.
“Bitch, please you are not fucking important.”
She types away with smile on her face.
She knows her words hurt, but ignores that fact
Or else, she wouldn’t be bullying in the first place.
On the opposite side of the computer screen,
The victim just stares in horror.
Her heart constricts and her chest tightness,
As she falls effortlessly to this unjust torture.
Her life is not the best, in fact it’s far from it
But by her writings you’d never know.
She exposes humor, laugher and joy
For her readers she puts on a show.
Deep down inside she is hurting,
Like a nail piercing at her frail heart,
Yet writing served as a cure for her,
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?I can t1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even though I know you would want me to.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
Angel of SuicideAngel of darknessAngel of Suicide1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
angel of death.
I wear you tight to my knuckle
hold you close to my chest.
Black is your color
with a face I can't see.
I wait for your touch
to transform me...
Me into 'you'.
To die is to live.
Freedom in ebony
My song is a scream
my bed, a grave.
I sought peace and rest
but became I
...Now I can't go back
and my deepest of fears
flow quick from my eyes
transparent black tears.
'Hell', she runs deep...
Endless others like me
have sought an escape...
Broken FrameIt burnsBroken Frame1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind burns
With its knife
Reveals a darker
Side of my life
That you avoid.
Smiles you love.
Tears and tears
Falls from grey
Clouds on earth
My own name.
The words of mine
Are broken glass
That I expose
Trying to heal me.
But it’s impossible
I already died
When an angel
Forgot my heart.
I will end
A tragic existence
Don’t you dare
To do resistance.
My last words
My last feeling
Embraced by rain
I want to sleep.
Mary Jane's Metal MandiblesLittle girl, with your tip-top-Mary Jane's Metal Mandibles2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-bursting metal eyes.
Rolling tongues onto tabs,
with a cellophane surprise.
Take your lipstick-stain aluminum,
and kiss the face of shame.
Roll your dice upon a carotid-cloud,
for misconstruing fame
And you can sock-hop flip flop-
-for pennies formed to pearls.
Bounce back onto the plastic wrap,
with tinsel trains and curls.
But you can't conceal the label,
'cause the mirrors always sing.
Don't know why you cut your hashtag
out of fundamental things.
So pull your bright-hot slipknot-
-and watch it fall out.
Tarp holes upon your masterpiece,
of moldy clay and grout
Little girl with your down-drop-
-rain and thunder eyes.
Rolling grief onto hearts,
with your tattle-tale lies
You can beat down the pavement,
'till you've gone dark 'round the bend.
But promise, cruel and clockwork heart...
...come back at the end.
Breathe Love Like AirBreath love like air, and liveBreathe Love Like Air1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Return from the darkness
Embrace all life as kin
And let peace touch your heart
The saccharine kiss of
Hope can make bitterness
Evolve on cynics' tongues
Leaving an aftertaste
Vanquished are the moments
Engulfed in innocence
Life does not let you live
In perfect happiness
Kisses of destiny
Either raze or nourish
A man's deepest beliefs
In pure honesty, I-
Repeat, breath love like air
The Cheerleader and the Lonely GirlThe Cheerleader and the lonely girl,The Cheerleader and the Lonely Girl2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You know them both very well.
Preppy, dark, loud and mysterious
Both have a story to tell.
You probably will assume,
Before reading this poem,
That the cheerleader is popular,
While the lonely girl is alone.
But what you don’t know,
About this over used story,
Is that the cheerleader is kind,
She doesn’t bask in her glory.
Did you know that she,
At the young age of five,
Was hit by her mother,
Every time she would cry.
Bruises and scars,
Riddled her skin,
Her large eyes would water,
And tears would stain her chin.
But she didn’t give up,
She remained strong and proud,
So that’s why when she cheers,
She excites the crowd.
She is the cheer captain,
The cream of the crop,
But don’t think without effort,
She made it to the top
And then there’s the lonely girl,
Who has a tight family.
Who has a mother and father,
A good form of stability.
But they don’t understand her,
They talk to her still,
But she ignores them
ReflectionsLike silent raindrops fallingReflections1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reflections, shown in tears.
The agonies and sorrows;
a picture painted clear.
Each one tells a story
in, such a way
compassionately, as to make you feel
what words could never say.
Watch them slowly falling.
Listen, with your eyes;
to the pictures, painted before you.
See them come alive.
So very colorfully dancing;
in full detail
one, by one...
On and on,
you can't escape.
The story is never done.
Lost without your LoveThe rain is tapping lightlyLost without your Love1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
outside on the tender leaves.
I look through the windonw
on this cool summer night
caressed by a gently breeze.
I am missing you deeply inside
staring blankly, into space;
curtains blowing softly
against my skin
tears of love, run down my face...
Staring, for the longest while
never realizing the passing time.
Trying to find the pieces
to make it right
the words, to make it rhyme...
For how can I ever tell him
let the deepest part of me show?
That I'm lost without his love...
How will he ever know?
we're all mad hereOh, cat's got my tongue;we're all mad here1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it also swallowed my mind,
screaming help me, help—
My JackTime is...as always it was...My Jack1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as it remains... (though new)...
There was once when the days ran together
then suddenly, I met you.
...It's as though you were always here
when you're away, the time goes so slow.
There is doubt...and yet I know that you love me.
You smile, and my heart melts as snow.
You can never begin Jack, to realize the feelings
I feel, as I watch you sleep.
If I could capture the moments
the sight, smell, taste...
forever...of your masculine beauty.
Then I'd know what it is
to have Heaven on earth;
love shining, a silver lining all around.
You are the 'only star' in my Universe....
Hear our souls
Sing, to be bound.
You WereYou were a moment of truth and beauty,You Were1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that once had touched my life.
You loved me, you really did;
now, I am paying the price.
Paying the price for ignoring the fact
you were so deeply involved;
as I selfishly left you alone with a problem
I knew only I could solve...
Now all that's left to my life is 'hope'
hoping and wondering,... if, and when?
Will those precious moments of truth and beauty
ever touch my life again.
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,Compassion Of The Heart...1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I told my little boy.
"Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,
stole my only toy!"
"My dear sweet son, it pains me so,
to see you so upset, but there's one thing
you ought to know, one thing you won't forget."
"Please mother tell me, what it is
this thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new
or maybe does it wind?"
Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhile
It's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!
Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,
it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.
Son there's some that don't have much,
your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,
in another store!
It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...
but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.
Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often do
I mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you
When honesty EntersYou rubbed the dust from my wingsWhen honesty Enters1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I can not love you 'freely'.
Your ways are oppressive
of anger, and control;
'free', love has to be.
The death of an angel...
A broken rag doll.
I feel, I've fallen from grace.
For with hatred you have looked me
deep in the eyes,
while the hands I loved
slapped my face.
My fear, hides in the dark.
But against my will - 'honesty'
lights up the room
my broken heart.
I realize I've got to fly;
away with my feelings
to a bright place;
where love goes
Holding onto YouLooking out through the window,Holding onto You1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my thoughts, only I know...
Since the day I left you
it's been raining, constatly
for days in a row.
As I sit here watching
I quietly ask myself 'when'
will I begin to smile?
Will the sun start to shine again?
For love with you was beautiful
so beautiful....at one time.
You had a way with words
a way, of making them rhyme.
On and on, endlessly
your sweet voice filled the air;
making me feel the love you claimed
- though, it was never there.
Now here I sit remembering
sweet memories, of then...
Hating myself for loving you
and wanting you back again.
loneliness is a diseaseexhaustion lingers—loneliness is a disease1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
silence swallows my breath;
a s p h y x i a t i o n
All I WantedAll I wanted was a friend.All I Wanted1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He turned into a lover.
All I wanted was a little.
He gave me so much more.
All I wanted was to touch him.
He in turn, touched me.
All I wanted was to be wanted.
And so did he.
Oops.The shards of brokenOops.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
promises have become the
blade against my skin.
LovelyMore lovely than the Autumn sunLovely1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or amber fields or grain;
than the beach at sunrise,
or a summers walk in ther rain.
Are 'your eyes'...they're lovely...
Something about them so sweet.
They are so kind, and understanding
gentle, warm and deep.
They seem to almost
look right through me;
to my secret place inside.
Exposing my every, fear and doubt
feeling me, with your eyes.
To the point, where I just can't take it.
In them, is ectasy...
They've seen my life
in a moment's time...
Ever so soft, and lovely.
Where along the Line?The sound of raindrops fallingWhere along the Line?1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
softly, throughout the night
has me, reminiscing
on the verge of light
sleep, and tender dreams...
Taking me back in my past...
I see myself in your arms again
in the place where we were last...
Lying there in your arms
as you soft, and gently breathed.
In the air is insecurity
the atmosphere, 'lonely'.
I remember feeling that 'this'
was the last night together we'd spend.
Why did I have to be so right?
And solitude take end.
To the love, we once had given,
as one; so generously?
Whatever happened to our love?
Where along the line did you lose me?
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skiesA Garden Full of Butterflies.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
002. Complicated.002 “Complicated”002. Complicated3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Consider me complicated; it’s not hard to deny
I’m the one who fall’s fast, yes that person is I.
It’s out in the open, so now that you know
what tear’s me apart, is your sad words of woe.
I feel for your pain, and I suffer it’s true
my heart on my sleeve, is the color of blue.
I waken at night, when you are asleep
confused by your torment, I silently weep.
Relief has no blessing, until you are at peace
when at last your demons, will finally cease.
It punishes me more than you’ll ever realise
but a friend, I will be, in your troubled eyes.
JimmyJ ust having you touch my lifeJimmy1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
was, an honor to hold.
For yours was, an aesthetic nature
from day one, presented me in gold.
In the time that you gave
and the moments we shared
ours, was a strong bond.
A direct and peaceful
meeting of the souls;
of the hearts, of the senses,
of the minds.
M y heart cried out
with joy, with freedom
as silently, my spirit was freed...
to search out the truth
to find, to 'be with'
my alter ego, who came to be...
M y life and my friend
my reason for living
my sadness....You are are all of these.
For when you entered my life
I began to glow
with the recognition, of 'inner peace'...
Y ou were the light at the beginning of my rainbow;
now the truth
to be found at the end.
In the opened arms, of compassion
To 'be again'...God given.