Here, I will beHere, I will be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
just another empty promise.She's the type of girl who sleeps next to her guitarjust another empty promise.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
because she lingers to feel the guitar strings as she falls into a deep slumber.
She's the type of girl who smiles over necklaces and promise rings
because she holds them dear to her heart
in a second heartbeat.
She's the type of girl who enjoys wearing ripped jeans
and oversized t-shirts,
because she's too afraid to expose herself
to the world
that broke her heart.
She's the type of girl who sings in the shower,
as she daydreams about seeing your face,
how dare you even see a smile.
Pools of GreenNever had I thoughtPools of Green3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that a deep pool of green
could be the calmest waters
that I had ever seen
But the more I looked
the clearer it seemed
it was better than I ever
could have possibly dreamed
I could spend my life there
staring right into you
and your perfect green eyes,
who said pools needed to be blue
Hush hush.The stars,Hush hush.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars are out, my love
and they remind me of your eyes.
just if I could touch you now,
we'd both have butterflies.
of little loneliness,
is streaking through the skies.
just if you were with me now,
they wouldn't hear my cries.
Darling, hush, hush.
Darling, don't say a word.
Fight ItHold my lips and bite my tongue,Fight It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Before the words I want to say have gone.
Muffle my screams and fight my tears,
My cries are too much for your delicate ears.
Please tell my why I am so
To tell you what you need to know,
What I am yearning to say.
Take my thoughts and hide them away,
So they cannot escape, at least not today.
I silence my voice, it can shout in my head,
But the words will never come out,
They'll stay with me until I am dead.
GOD IS ENOUGH-lecreaGOD IS ENOUGH-lecrea3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(We so impressed)With them ladies Who be drivin' Mercedes Who be drivin' them crazyAnd we gotta be crazy(We so impressed) With them fellas Who be makin' them jealous Who be makin' them stellasAnd we gotta be crazy(I'm so impressed) King who on the throneWho left his heavenly homeNever did a thing wrongThey crucified him onA tree, there he made It was crazy how it set the stage For his resurrection from the graveThat gets me amazed (You can be) the flyest man(With a) hundred grand in your handSwag right, sag tightAnd a Gucci fan(You can) be the richest, be the smartest, be the hardest, all of thatBut I guarantee before I die they all are fallin' flat
Hook:Used to want a lotta thingsAll the stuff that's on TVEducation, cars, and clothesFashion lights and jewelry(Focused on the wrong stuff)Now I got my eyes on youAnd now I know that
Chorus:God is enough-noughGod is enough-noughGod is enough-noughYou are enough-noughNever too much-uchMore than enough-noughGod is enough-noughYou are enough
InfatuationI'm a slave to my own infatuationInfatuation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Choking from exhaustion
Drowning in the thoughts of you
Living in every moment I spend with you
Falling down grape vines
Wasting all my time
On a love I know will never be true
NextI sat by her side for days, all the while keeping her hand clasped in mine. I brought my wife a balloon for every day she spent in that hospital, yellows and reds and purples tied to the end of her bed. The only color I didn't blow up was green, a color she couldn't stand.Next4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Each balloon was tied up to the end of the bed, around the metal bar. So many accumulated that it looked as if there would be enough to lift her up and float away home.
"Charlie, you need to stop bringing me balloons," She said one day and laughed, then coughed. I ran my thumb over her hand and smiled that smile people plaster on their faces when they wish they had something to smile about.
I never did stop bringing her balloons, though. We had met that way, after all. Back when I was twenty one, her nineteen, and I spotted her in the park from the bench I always sat at. She carried in her hand a bright red balloon, a flower the same color tucked behind her ear. I remember the way her smile made me look twice, even f
ClicheYou don't know my pain...Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh great. How cliché.
Teenage drama. Procrastination.
It all gets in my way.
Suicide and cyanide.
I just have to run and hide.
Trapped in places with no sun.
"Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run."
I throw out my keys.
Hide my locks.
Shiver and die by the ticking clock.
My notebook is burning.
My games thrown away.
No where to turn, no way to stay.
Sweet blueberries gone,
Fire lights the way.
No where to turn.
Yet still no way to stay.
~Life's a bi*ch.~
I've had my say.
"'You want to go home and rethink your life~'"
'I want to go home and rethink my life~'"
"It goes without saying,"
I say to a tree.
As if the tree listens.
Who cares about me?
First comes you, then comes me.
Then comes that other guy to make a mess of things.
But, wait there's a problem.
He was there first.
No, wait that's not right.
He and I were here first.
You've gone astray!
No, that's not right either.
But, who am I to get in Ever after's way
My Pretty Little Life ChangerThe pretty little life changerMy Pretty Little Life Changer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretty as can be.
Took you outta the garbage,
to breathe some color into me.
Not ash nor coal,
to set fire to my soul.
Suck me in.
Spit me out.
Color my heart
Ease my pain and doubt.
Distract me once.
Hurt me twice.
And brighten my life
to a new haven thrice
The pretty little life changer
You and me.
Fill me with color
and set me free.
A place of love and peace.where are you now my love?A place of love and peace.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I´d really like to know.
Are you happy in the place,
to which you had to go?
Hope it´s a much nicer world
without wars or any blood spill.
No hate or greed dividing people,
no bombs or guns that kill.
Hope all the trees and animals
are cherished, not neglected,
classed important for the environment,
cared for and protected.
Hope there is no cruelty
and abuse of the innocent
and everyone is responsible,
caring and decent.
A world with no injustices and no exploitation,
where the people are united,
man living as one nation.
Just one thing I do know,
though I would never preach,
it must be a better place than here;
a place of love and peace.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach Jan 2015
Corpse FlowersOn the corpses of those who foughtCorpse Flowers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are flowers seeding over the rot
Blooming in victorious fashion
On the blighted ground
Reigniting passion where none should be.
Greasing rusted gears with blood,
So that the clock's hands still spin,
Taking the eyes away from where they should have been
The affair is stamped V for victory,
Then filed away
Me he cansado de ser hombreSucede que Me he cansado de ser hombre.Me he cansado de ser hombre3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoy quiero ser alma quiero ser espíritu.
Escapar del ataúd.
Ataúd el cuerpo.
Ataúd la carne.
Escapar de ella.
Quiero escapar y volar al mas allá.
Sin rumbo, sin dirección.
Quiero disfrutar como disfruta la lluvia al caer.
Quiero disfrutar como disfruta una ola ala orilla del mar.
Sentirme libre sin tormento ni angustia.
Quisiera poder llegar hasta donde estas tu
y poderte acariciar y poderte yo admirar.
Poderte seducir sin tener que hacerlo poderte robar un beso.
Sucede que me he cansado de ser hombre.
Sucede que me cansado de esta vida rutinaria.
Ya no quiero ya no aguanto.
Esa misma señora en ese mismo autobús.
La señora Beatriz dejando en la escuela su hijo.
Y que de hablar de don José con su mismo traje de lunes.
No ya no quiero el almuerzo con carne atada al arroz y con limonada.
Y no, no mal intérpretes no son ellos, no es el sistema.
Soy yo, por que sucede que me canse de ser hombre.
My Heart Is Guided By My FingertipsI can feel my heartbeat as it radiates out even to the tip of my fingersMy Heart Is Guided By My Fingertips2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And if I stretch my arms out until my hands are swimming in the sky
It’s almost like my heart is able to fly.
The Drink"No one likes drinking or dying alone."The Drink3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He tells me, gesturing me over to sit beside him,
his eyes are bloodshot, looking like strange marbles,
"Screw my liver, Screw my blood pressure,
Screw my heart,"
He lights a cigarette,inhales, exhales,
"and screw my lungs too."
is the smoke that pushes and swirls from his
"Was it a woman?
Her lips and hair and eyes,
you're trying to drown in rum and gin?
To be honest,
I've loved and lost a thousand times,
but I think I'm better for it."
He decays as he sits, festering inside.
I decay beside him,
One more drink, one more drink,
to make us believe again.
One more drink to make us sing again.
I feel him expire,
I hear him go.
His gin-soaked heart giving out,
in the bar,
in the city,
Ten minutes before last call.
The Sky Child Rain. Is clear. Is moist, is all perceiving, all absorbing. I am standing in the rain, rain is soaking me through, soaking every inch of my skin. In my shoes it is slushing. Between the toes. Mixing with the lint. Churning a past. I have a lot of lint. I didn't empty my socks this morning. There wasn't any time. Only time enough to throw them out and run into the rain. I wait for the thunder. It doesn't come. I wait longer. I might have even waited longer.The Sky Child4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Slowly I began to run. My shoes are pasted in the lint mortar. They are heavy on my feet. I try to run faster. It is not fast enough. The winds whirl around me. I want to go with them. I untie the laces. I keep untying them. There are many laces, and I had laced them all.
I step out of the cement blocks. I step into the air. I am no longer held. I hold myself.
The air is crisp, and full of moisture. The winds whip m
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
CopycatFrom VCR to MP3, it's all we see,Copycat3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's high technology; Give me this and that for free,
It's a whole new world of made from greed,
A whole new platform to plant the seed,
Media got us fucked up,
But just shut up and drink up,
Or take this and smoke it up,
Those on TV screens do,
So should we,
Monkey see monkey do,
We're such wannabes, but who cares,
It's new; it's fresh. It has swag.
Can't be a fag; can't lag.
Obviously, we gotta sag,
'cause it's so sick.
Nah, it just makes me sick.
The Laughter FieldThere she was, in the laughter field,The Laughter Field3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl, she stood, with a sword to wield!
The grass caught fire with a cackle of red,
"Run, run now, or you'll soon be dead!"
There he was, in the cackle field,
Debris was here, was there, to feel.
The boy, he knew the danger he faced,
So he stopped his flight, his fate he embraced.
There they were, hand in hand,
The field they faced, the plain so grand,
The ringing laughter filled their ears,
"Watch out, little kiddies," And then the tears.
There, she flew, feet firm to the ground,
The field - of terror - soon to be found,
The shouts, the pain, the laughs, the screams,
"Come now child, follow me..."
There, he ran, desperate to flee,
He's no different, from you, from me.
Only, he knew, danger had come,
His life could finish, with the beat of the drum.
You, and I.
The laughter field.
Our lives so short,
Yet, we won't yield.
We stand, we kiss.
The laugh fills our ears.
The fire consumes us,
From all the years.
Standing here, the da
6 lies by wolfaboos1- According to wolfaboos, native americans hunted alongside wolves and worshipped them. In reality, native americans at most just respected the wolf as yet another animal; for them, it was no more important than the cougar and the bear. In fact, some tribes like the Navajos actually killed wolves as a rite of passage. As for hunting alongside wolves, they didn't even had dogs, and there's no evidence whatsoever of wolf domestication. Interestingly, south american people did domesticated native fox-like canines, but wolfaboos only care about plain old retarded Canis lupus.6 lies by wolfaboos5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
2- Wolves are not as the smartest animals on Earth, as opposed to the idiotic wolfaboos say; they are very avaerage by animal standards. Things like pigs, elephants, cetaceans, corvids, parrots and apes are far more intelligent than them. Pack hunting is not a sign of intelligence, for most of the behaviour is both instinctive and imitative, and since hyenas and Harris hawks hunt far better in packs than wolve
Alternative LightIt's starting to Snow and I'mAlternative Light3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
starting to Wonder
If maybe I should walk Home
before the sun starts to Rise, because
Every teenager Knows that
the rising Sun brings with it
The Real world and all Life's
The stars do Burn brightest
after the Sun goes down.
PerfectionismTime sails along as you go by your wayPerfectionism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Taking for granted the light of the day
As a wispy voice breathes, trying to say:
"Brace yourself, girl, or it will blow you away."
You take no heed, assume that you're tough,
But you will never be good enough.
Love all around, loyal friends never leave
But words drip from their tongues to a sieve
Are they speaking the truth? Can you really believe?
Don't fool yourself. Stop being naïve.
Always mutual love when the going gets rough,
But you will never be good enough.
Proud of yourself? That thought is absurd
How could you try to press on undeterred?
Soon, reality in your eyes will be blurred
Replaced by shame beyond spoken word.
Encouraging thought, feel the devil's rebuff:
You will never be good enough.
Hear it again, dear child of mine,
The voice weaving through forests of pine
"Hold on, girl, you're losing your mind!
Daughter of God, thy life is divine."
Listen not to the evil's weak bluff.
You will always be better than enough.
A Cage of ThornsYou deserve so much moreA Cage of Thorns4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than what I can give.
I'm dangerous to love
I can't give you my heart.
If you saw it
Along with my heart
You'd have to take the Thorns.
Whats been leftover from
Roses that died long ago.
My Thorns are hidden
you can't see them
you can't avoid t