If the sky was greenIf the sky was green7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If the blue sky was green and the green grass pale blue,
it just might change things for me and for you.
Would the clouds be mud brown and the soil bright white?
Perhaps you will say: "It doesn't seem right!"
If the seas were above and the stars down below,
imagine the distance a tall ship could go.
Would it rain all year round, would the sun ever shine?
Perhaps you can crack this quandary of mine!
If the world was a square and the universe round,
likely you'd say that would be quite profound.
Would the seasons still change, would the galaxies crash?
Perhaps you may find these questions too brash!
If true love was the rule and if hatred was scorned,
imagine your life in a place so adorned.
Would war be abolished and blind prejudice too?
Perhaps you will say: "Please take me with you!"
The Blasted Milk-Sherlock BBCThe Blasted Milk-Sherlock BBC3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Title: The Blasted Milk
Pairing: None this time xD
"You took your tibe," John stated, his voice distorted because of his cold.
"You should be on the sofa, with the blanket I gave you. I'll make tea. Would you like tea?" Sherlock asked, while putting the shopping bags on the table, amidst the instruments and beakers with chemicals.
"Yes, I'll like that, thag you," John sniffed, going back to the sofa, shivering. "By the way, was this the shock blaget frob the Study ib Pik?"
"Yes it is. Why?"
"It's dot really warb."
"Are you cold?" Sherlock asked, casting John a worried look, and immediately checking the temperature of the central heating.
"Do, dot really."
"You have a fever then? We need to check it. Where's the thermometer?"
"Sherlock, I just have a col', 'kay? A bit of a violed one, but still: it's jus' a col'!" John gasped for breath, and sank down on the sofa, wrapping himself up very carefully.
"Here, your tea."
John sneezed and closed his eyes for a bit after t
Premonition BluesPremonition Blues5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.
No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.
And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.
Haikus for the HeavensHaikus for the Heavens6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fly me to the moon
or send me through a wormhole
anywhere but here
A Tall Stranger in the TreesA Tall Stranger in the Trees4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people say he's a myth, an urban legend, a made up story meant to scare people. However, I have seen him. I've seen what he is capable of, I've seen how frightening he really is... and I never want to see him again.
I was around the age of eleven, and I lived in the country with my mom, dad, and eight year old sister. The entire town was surrounded by forests, and not very many people lived in it. It was a simple town; there were no big business chains or anything like that. All the shops were family owned. In fact, our family owned a small bakery that was actually the downstairs level of our home.
My sister, Abigail, and I would always go to the tiny park by the edge of the woods to play with the other children that lived in the town. There weren't very many, so we all knew eachother. Sometimes my sister would go to the park by herself while I did my homework. One day she came into my room while I was working on some math problems.
"Sarah," she said to me excitedly. "I met someon
Song of the ShatteredBelieve me,Song of the Shattered1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I didn’t lie.
Your touch left me broken,
Your voice made me cry.
Pain’s here to stay,
And will not pass
I wanted you badly,
Though I knew you were pain.
I thought I could take it.
Now I have myself to blame.
Break for me baby,
Or we won’t last.
Your crystal perfection,
Your sorrowful words…
I just wanted to fix you.
Instead I burned.
I thought I could heal you.
I am such a fool.
Shattered and broken,
And under your rule.
My heart was fragile,
As fragile as glass.
I thought I was stronger,
That the pain would pass.
Practice makes perfect.
Grind all my shards.
Leave nothing left.
It can’t be that hard.
Instead of your rescue,
I sealed my demise.
My heart shattered glass,
Defiled by your eyes.
I thought I could save you,
But needed saving instead.
Your ruthless assault
Left me broken and numb.
I know I was foolish.
I learned far too late.
Now I know you aren’t broken
Lost in spaceCries in an unending universe fall on unhearing ears,Lost in space2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
no one listening to invisible tears.
A blanket of stars go drifting by
cold diamonds in a black immortal sky.
Into the vast dark and lonely void tossed,
dreams abandoned, forgotten, lost.
An eternity passes in the wink of an eye,
hopes and desires first suffocate, then die.
For how can they live in this desolate place,
no near and no warmth isolated in space.
There is no right way up now just floating around,
no unwavering force that holds to the ground
and time passes slowly in this new world so strange
compelled to accept what can no longer be changed.
Written by Suzanne Karbach
1st June 2015
DreamsSubconscious leakage ;Dreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisps. Reality is faint,
Colors are soft and deceptive.
I am myself. There was never any other option.
Surreal, impossible, and indefinitely pure.
Prisoner of LoveYour body is hot like the sun,Prisoner of Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But your heart is as cold as ice.
When I hold you, it's your heart I feel.
Don't kiss me too deeply,
Don't touch me too much,
Don't make me fall for you,
With a single touch.
(all over again)
Your mind is with her,
Your body's with me,
I'm crying now,
But you can't see.
My body is mine,
But my heart is not,
What's mine is yours,
And it makes you hot.
Stop touching me if she's who you see.
My heart drips tears,
But you don't care,
You're rocking my body,
And tangling my hair.
I can't escape.
You've held me captive
In your prison of love.
Nail polishNail polish6 years ago in Other More Like This
is the colour of the sun
reminds me of the summer
reminds me of my friends smiles when theyre having fun
thats why I colour my nails yellow
is the colour of the grass
reminds me of the nature
reminds me of green plants like moss
thats why I colour my nails green
is the colour of my jeans
reminds me of love
reminds me of blood and lifes routines
thats why I colour my nails red
is the colour of many flowers
reminds me of my hair
reminds me of tales of bizarre towers
Thats why I colour my nails purple
is the colour of a fruit
reminds me of sunsets
reminds me of an orange swimsuit
thats why I colour my nails orange
is the colour of my cheeks when they get cold
reminds me of the roses that used to be in my grandmother's garden
reminds me of people getting old
that's why I colour my nails pink
used to be the colour of my hair
reminds me of fallen raind
The Wisdom of the BurnedThere is an angry red weltThe Wisdom of the Burned3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spread like a ribbon 'cross my palms,
and it reminds me of you.
It started in the park when the sun
rested like a dewdrop between the hills,
the steady rhythm of my breath subdivided
by the panting of my pawed companion.
The peace of the moment was so easily broken,
and all it took was the robin's call.
Ears at attention, and a rumble in his throat,
my dog let his chocolate eyes rove, land on the bird.
With his barrel-chested bark, he bounded onward,
and the woven lead in my hard-closed fists
sliced through my hands like fire.
When I opened my shaking fingers,
I was struck by the analogous you.
Your future, the robin calling,
you tied to me by this rope of comfortable love.
The harder you pulled the tighter I gripped,
the more it burned when I let go.
Convention tells me that both marks will fade,
but my eyes still water in this moment.
God grant me the courage to always remember
that the blame shouldn't fall
on the dog or the owner.
Nightmares of BeautyThe nightmares consist of mercury faced monsters complete with glass teeth and gargoyle eyes. I have not the power to deny themNightmares of Beauty5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Look deeper. Creatures creeping beneath pupil.)
It keeps asking me to digest the butterflies with the sharpness sewn to my jaw, and I say
"No these are your teeth,"
Don't you want to taste beauty?
(yes, but I don't want to destroy it.)
She kept claiming to be me, and her smile of soil
1/01/14 3:11 amI'm fine.1/01/14 3:11 am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fucking fine alright.
Infinitely angry at myself.
Nowhere to go with my fucking feelings
Over trying to get better.
Kicked and fucked over
And no progress to show for trying to recover.
Yeah, I'm perfectly okay.
Actually barely breathing.
Living day by day pretending that
Recovering is going well. Drifting
In and out of consciousness.
Going crazy to get rid of feelings.
Heaviness in my chest and on
The scale weigh me down, alright?
I'm not who I used to be.
Not the person I wanna be either. She's the one
Who everyone remembers but me.
"I don't know, she
Used to smile a lot."
To be completely fair, I was always dying inside. Now it just seems to
Be more obvious.
But that's okay, I guess.
That's not how I want it to be. I can't change it and just be
Okay. I can't make myself into the person
I was before no matter how hard I sit here and tr
RunningStruggle against the magnetism,Running1 month ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Running with all my might.
Pause and listen to the silence,
For any sound I strain.
No fear that something follows,
But of being forsaken.
The hesitation speaks my longing,
Still in vain I listen.
No beckoning for my return,
So I fall to rest.
My desire to run diminished,
Hope is soundly dead.
Only the force of dirty gravity,
Pulling to the ground.
Until decay transforms the flesh,
A soul has been set free.
Ever?Ever gone through your phoneEver?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking for someone to text?
Realize that there's no one
You want to talk to there?
Ever watched someone listen to you
But they aren't actually hearing?
Ever looked for a hiding spot
Only to realize there's no where to go?
Ever just wanted to meet someone new,
tell them everything that's heavy on your chest,
cry on their shoulder, then walk away.
Never to see them again?
I remember your eyesI remember your eyes in the days leading up to that day. Never before have I seen them look so blue, like sparkling aquamarines.Though I got the feeling they were unseeing eyes, just like the eyes of a baby at birth, unable to focus. Just like a baby you couldn't speak either, there were no clear thoughts left in your head. The cocktail of medicines had dulled your reactions as well as eased your pain. It wouldn't have made much difference anyway. It was better so, than being fully aware of what was about to happen and feeling all the discomfort that goes with it.I remember your eyes3 months ago in Emotional More Like This
It was so upsetting for me to see you like this, we still had so much we wanted to do, so much to say, to laugh about and enjoy but our time was running out fast. All I could do, stay near and hope you'd somehow feel my presence, look into your eyes that were never before so beautifully blue and whisper "I love you."
written by Suzanne Karbach
1st May 2015
HarmonyThe heavy oak doors creaked open. I gripped the armrest nervously as the man entered. His boots clacked loudly on the cold stone floor. The light filtering through the tall windows glinted off his burnished armour. A sword was tied to his belt and it bounced against his hip as he approached. I swallowed and hummed under my breath, testing my voice for wavers and cracks. You're stronger than him now, I reminded myself. No need to be afraid.Harmony3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By now the man had crossed the room and was standing before me.
"General Constantine, you have returned to us."
He nodded once in acknowledgement.
"Any news from the north?" I asked.
The general hesitated. "They are too strong for us, milady. I sent you a message requesting reinforcements-"
"Which was denied," I interrupted.
"It is a petty skirmish, Constantine, nothing more," I informed him.
"Milady, your people are dying out there!" the man cried in exasperation.
"How dare you!" I screamed, standing up. "How dare you speak to your
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
Summer GoodbyesThe preceding year,Summer Goodbyes2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when the cooling
nips at your heels
as you enter
the same face
in a muted,
Two or three
for a moment
as the fragrance
of a dying rose-
who really knows?
a fragile life
How summer flies