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How can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
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
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. a Mariana .

Poetry Traditional

my adoration en Espanol for a brave hearted French girl who fought and lived

© Amanda 2014

Image: “Marina Ginestà at the top of Hotel Colón in Barcelona, 21 July 1936. Photograph by Hans Gutmann” - WikimediaCommons

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The vividness of
this infernal dreamland
has killed you and I.

I have drank so much
but still have never called you
for fear of failure.
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A clockwork tower
Holds great power
Shall crumble to the ground
When by time it is found

The greatest machines
By no means
Will last forever
However

Love cannot be shown
It is something that is grown
The shattered tower
Gives way to a flower
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I wanted only the best,
But you want me to die
I'd wipe the blood when you cut
The tears when you cried
We loved at one time
Not counting the cost
But paying the price
When that love was lost
A mutual insanity
Seemed to lift me from sadness
But it's just an illusion
Brought on by such madness
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Freiheit spielt für mich eine sehr große Rolle. So entstand irgendwann auch dieses Gedicht.
Viel Spaß beim Lesen :)


Preview: Bodden (Fotografin: Amy-Lee; 2012)
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Listen songbird
Listen to me
I hear you chirp
I hear you sing
Songs upbeat
Songs of joy
To every girl
To every boy
Everyone hears
Everyone sings
No not everyone
No not me
Just a dumb poem reflecting how i feel like everyone is happy except myself
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You’ve burned the space between my legs,
slanting me, like a shifting mountain.
I can feel the wind grind against me,
Your hips moving rhythmically.

Hold me my dear, as my river leaks,
Calm white streams, pour down my thighs in streaks.
I’m shaking, can’t you tell.
As sweat pours down my body.

Long hours filled with anticipating fright,
Quickly emit to passionate moaning nights.
Cold sweat plagues my trembling body,
Spasms break the innocence into pieces.

Enter my void like a plague in my system,
Toy with my insides like a snake injecting its venom
They say we shouldn’t do it,
They say it’s a sin.

But how can something that is a putrid vice,
Feel so sensational, or feel so damn right?
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Join me
Let us step through
The doors of the night
And dance with the shadows
That are our closest friends

Join me
As we fight through
The darkness
Which isn't so evil
When you close your eyes

Join me
As we light up the skies
With our city lights
Glowing like the stars
That provide us hope

Join me
Let us turn this night
Into a beautiful image
Of darkness and shadows
And wondrous hidden dreams
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It seems cliched now, to speak of the night.
But the silhouettes of my dreams implore
For me to step from under the streetlight.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter anymore.
“It is too obvious,” they say to me,
“To search for new stars in your own backyard
When you have never seen a galaxy."
I wonder if that makes me a coward.
But I'm told to write about what I know.
And what I know is the silken evening.
One hit wonders and bottles in a row.
Meanwhile, the moonlight will keep on bleeding.
I wake on the floor, the sun in my eyes
And the fact you are gone is no surprise.
sonnet of sorts
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