A Message for my loveI wanted to grow old with youA Message for my love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and go through thick and thin.
Together enjoy our pension age,
Just we two.
Its so hard now to remember,
though I know we share so many.
Memories for me too painful,
to ponder on any.
I get through each day somehow,
I´m grateful for your love,
which even tho you´re no longer here,
pours on me from above.
So rest in peace my lovely man.
I miss you everyday.
I´m thankful to have been the one,
you chose to be your woman.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach
Riot.The rage of imagination that riots in my headRiot.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is drenched in a spectrum of colors in a notebook by my bed.
How can I translate my insanity on paper
if my mind knows no reality than it's own creator?
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
I promise, just one more one more stolen core
You know you shouldn't, but your claws are digging already in his chest,
I'm spilling his blood, the flesh I wrest
Don't collect this soul, not this time,
I must capture his soul before he captures mine,
I promise, just
A Taste for TextA book is but a sweet escapeA Taste for Text3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To pick you off your feet
And when it starts to pull you in
You're in for such a treat
For in the pages of a book
The world becomes a new
And anything that happens
May be happening to you
Anything is possible
The plot with twist and turn
In the end, you'll find your way
There's so much more to learn
For in-between the text
We all may find ourselves
And every hero or villain
Not merely descriptions on shelves
But a reflection of the good and bad we bury in ourselves
And when one is defeated
The other will prevail
But who will win the influence
He is not decided in the tale.
But within the heart, within the text
The words that touch us most
Will always lead us to hold on
To pick our favorite host.
BareTwo hearts thud slightly off beat. Two chests pressed close, bare.Bare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fingertips in all their subtlety, Brush ever so gently across
A blushing cheek. Eyes close, Tongues dance behind thirsty lips,
And trembling lungs draw quickly at heated air.
Bodies plead in Silent longing. Tongue-brushed lips
Caress one another. Limbs intertwine, seductive
Words exchanged with each Lingering touch.
Their breaths between them interchange form one chest
To the other. Wandering hands evoke tiny sounds
That slip under breath between timid lips.
Bodies tremble, unaware and afraid,
Driven by impulse, feeding from the urge.
Two hearts thud slightly off beat and two chests press close,
Seeing Things Differently"Stein, what are you doing?"Seeing Things Differently3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Laying on the ground, staring at the sky through the bottom of a glass "
"Then why did you ask?"
"Why are you staring through the bottom of a glass?"
"Because it's silly!"
"You can be so immature sometimes."
"You're just jealous."
"Tsk. Here, move over."
"What do you see?"
"I see the bottom of a glass."
"It's too hard to see through!"
"Don't try to look at the sky. Look at the shapes and colors. Now what do you see?"
"I Oh come on, I just see glass."
"See anything new?"
"I see fuzz."
"Fuzz? The heck's that mean?"
"Oh, I don't know!"
"Look, Marie. Just put the bottom of the glass so that it's a little bit away from your eyes, then look at what the glass has in it."
"What do YOU see?"
"That would ruin the discovery for you."
"You don't have to."
"Hngg I know I just want to see the world the way you see it
The Written WordThe written word is wondrous in it's primeThe Written Word3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The glory of the ages past abound
For ink and paper forming wit and rhyme
To spring from open lips as soulful sound
An art perfected in the days of yore
Blank canvas soon adorned in blackest ink
A siren song that sings of those before
As deep into the realms of lore you sink
When man and woman first began to write
Their wisdom was preserved for us to know
As changing, yet unchanging as the night
The echoes of the past forever show
But to the pen a blade cannot compare
As instrument of chaos and despair
Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,Death Of Legend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.
Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.
Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity suffers defeat,
Where societies tremble and lost leaders meet,
Then universal disaster will be our's generation's treat.
Spirits will turn to shade and souls will burn to sleet,
Demons will growl. Angels will cry. Men will scream.
To believe in an internal lease beyond war's sight,
No more to fear opposing voices that murder might,
Never to extinguish minds in
The lonely manThe lonely manThe lonely man4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The traveling man
Forever the last of his kind
The man with no home
Doomed forever to roam
Traveled 'till he found solace on earth
The man with no name
Evading all fame
Always alone in his box
The dangerous man
The infamous man
Killing many but saving the world
The loved man
The hated man
Death and fire forever in wake
The question for some
Is if he'd never come
Would the world be off better or worse?
The lonely man, the traveling man, forever the last of his kind
The man with no home, doomed forever to roam,
Traveled 'till he found solace on earth
Death DealerDeath lingered behind his eyes,Death Dealer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ruthless his lips edged up
in a killers smile,
it was the moment
while his prey
lie blissfully unaware.
a heart beat
was the only sound,
while the shadow
prepared to descend
with the swiftness
of a falcon.
Blood paints the darkness
of the night, not even a scream,
it is true what they say
you can die within your dreams,
for what was he
but a phantom unseen,
a death dealer who will
take flight with your life
while you sleep.
He is gone
even before the very last
breath can be drawn
but he never leaves a doubt
none escapes from his
Romance in MetaphorAs we sat in silence, child small,Romance in Metaphor3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we made shadow puppets on the wall;
and with our right hands, fingers arched,
good lord! We made a heart.
But as soon as our fingers touched,
as though preconceived, all at once,
our hands gave a jerking start;
and we each tore it half apart.
So many times it's come undone
and I've fought for love and hardly won,
but it's never, ever been much fun,
at least not half as much as breaking fingers
on a wall,
sitting in a silent hallway,
Prose: LithiumLithium.Prose: Lithium4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh dear god Lithium.
I sighed deeply and looked at the orange pill bottle that was sitting in front of me. In my head, I could see the pharmacist's face when I handed her the prescription, the pity and the judgment.
I stared at the little pink pill that lay inside my palmthat horrible pink pill with the little brown writing. This small pill had such powerful affects. I didn't know what this was going to do to me. What if it kills me? What if it takes all my problems away? What if it doesn't do anything?
How is that this small pill, this element have such an impact?
It seemed so simple when I had to study it in science class. It is number 3 on the periodic table I still knew this from all that time ago.
However, this wasn't science class. This wasn't high school. This was life. This was my life. My poor, sad, depressed life. I couldn't get anything together, so what does my therapist do? Prescribe me Lithium. Zoloft didn't work; neither did Prozac, nothing wor
He did not make itA slight rainHe did not make it3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Came over the bus stop
As the little boy
With the balloon
Stands with you
He feels disjointed
You speak to him
Knowing his pain
The bus stop is clear
The road busy
And you stand for
Just a moment
About your days
And you turn away
Realising the bus
And you talk
Slowly into your iphone
The boy did not get on
And all you hear from
Is, "I'm sorry"
And the balloon flying upwards
This poem is dedicated to a 19 year old survivor, whom chose a different path to me in life.
May he rest in peace.
Dany 1993 to August 2012
Text - He Made Me Smile Sample ChapterHe was like a large teddy bear, all wrapped up in Christmas paper for you. Just when you thought no one cared in the world – there he appeared bounding happy and caring, a gentleman to you.Text - He Made Me Smile Sample Chapter3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And he sat there and said such wonderful things - how smart you were and "hey look at this" and you could almost guess what his family makeup was. He had a brother for sure, but no sisters. You could tell by his confidence and his smile that it was internally happy. Just everything about him was happiness and deep caring. And you deeply cared back.
You could get lost in his ways – how he worried about you and cared for you and wanted to be there for you in your dire moments.
And you sat there and whispered to him things that you should not really say, softly into his ear, because hey – you had both come from the same background anyway.
20 years of the same stuff it seemed, and jointly between you was a smile and a deep caring that only you two would know.
And you knew instantly, ev
RoseRose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the night that I saw you.
Something was very wrong,
Accidentally, in your way
in your world.
Trapped, you seemed,
no way out,
except my way.
Can't reem to regret.
the things you saw.
The nightlight so dark
as we run together.
Let's save the world.
You can't let go of me
eagered to go away with me.
You can't let go of the things you saw
and could see.
Even if it means letting go of everything you have.
Ah, the rush I get
from your smile.
It makes everything harder.
But at the same time, so sweet.
Yet, we go together,
I'm taking you away.
You wanted to see it all
And I wanted to show you the world.
Let's save the world.
I think of you from time to time.
I can't seem to let go.
All the things we saw, we said.
I didn't want them to go away like this.
The warmth inside me is glowing
as I recall all the things:
your blonde hair, your rosy cheeks,
as you are running wiht me.
Think of me from time to time
I know you will.
Now you have everything you'll
Mama CannotHush my sweetheart,Mama Cannot3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please stop crying
I can't stand the sound.
My skin crawls at your painful noises
As I see your face
Red from your screams
If only you will be quiet,
If only you will be a good baby,
I can't seem to quiet you
No pacifier will pacify your cries
And gentle bouncing only brings shrieks,
I lay you down in your crib
To let my weary arms be rid
Of your heavy squirming weight
And retreat to the hallway to pace.
Surely you'll stop if left alone,
But as soon as I am free from you
And your ear bursting shrieks
I long to hold you
To try and soothe your crying
But you don't want me,
Your scrunched up face
And fierce wriggling
Tell me as much,
As you squall
In terror or hate I do not know,
As you fight against me.
I cannot handle this,
The one who I nurtured within me
My precious baby that made it out alive,
Is rejecting me
I should have never become a mother,
I thought I could handle it all
But my nerves
Under the weight of your unyielding wails
And you proved to be al
CrushI attempt to rest my head on my flat pillowCrush3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Welcoming a few hazy dreams.
But, how foolish am I, thinking it's possible,
When you're ripping my brain at the seams.
Nary a soft-spoken lullaby
Or a warm blanket could suffice.
For images of your caramel eyes
Are crushing me like a vice.
Do you analyze every word I speak?
Am I causing your heart to do flips?
Do you always become meek
Before feelings can escape your lips?
What does it mean when my cheeks are tinted rose?
When you brush my knee?
Every time you're a little too close,
Is it all because of me?
A cyclone of mystery enveloped me in fear
But didn't affect my hearing.
For there was a whisper I wasn't supposed to hear
During a hallway's clearing.
I let out a gasp and left for class
But not before I heard your reply
A "Shut up!" a little too fast
And a glance into my eyes.
The Lonely TowerSee the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,The Lonely Tower4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gazing with his telescope every night and every hour,
Till under the brightest moon he spots a scarlet flower.
Walking barefoot on grass that glitters like gold,
She strikes his soul with a smile that thaws the cold.
See the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,
Dreaming on his mattress every night and every hour,
While along the dullest sands he feels a vermilion power.
Climbing fingertips on stone that sparkles like sapphire,
She haunts his heart with a honesty that sparks the fire.
See the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,
Waiting on his bride every night and every hour.
So above the wildest rivers he hears a crimson shower,
Pouring guilt on desire that dazzles like diamond,
She murders his mind with a muse that wakes the bond.
Distance Sucks (First Letters Reveal Us All)Recalling our times together conjures soft smiles to my face and faint shivers to my spine.Distance Sucks (First Letters Reveal Us All)3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are these feelings lost to you?
Countless nights I've spent,
Happy thoughts I've conceived,
All the dreams I've had, all end the same.
Exquisite friends and nothing more.
Love is just a concept; it's not so easy for me.
Somewhere between laughing for no reason, innocent smiles, and long talks, I fell in love.
And there's not a thing to act on.
Not while such barriers separate us.