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
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.
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.
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?
Blind PoetUnspokenBlind Poet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its not needed
What is not felt
Is not understood
No one is 'me'
So no one will know
What even I cannot fully
How it frees
Separates me from the world
Yet I'm bound
fishbowl reality.the boy next to me just diedfishbowl reality.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but he pressed play again and started
to chase his tail across a screen of purple blocks.
five seats away, a girl is trying to draw a human heart.
another girl is trying to finish her test.
"this class ends at 2 and it is 1:55."
the boy next to me has given up and
is checking his e-mail, while still others
pull out their computers to start clicking
away at letters that will never fade.
i am sitting here, wondering how to tell my mother
her sister tried to commit suicide.
some people say that an umbrella turned upwards
is a sign of bad luck, but there is a lot of bad luck
that has to do with umbrellas
so i just want to stand out in the rain
and deal with wet clothes and no bad luck
but no good luck either.
people ask kids what they want to be when they grow up.
(an astronaut, loved, a cowboy, a doctor, happy)
no one ever asks what they want to be
when they die. i guess the answer is obvious:
i like reading poems
from the end to the
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
Please Define Normal For MeThe teacher standsPlease Define Normal For Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the class,
a ruler in one hand.
She taps the board
and pulls out a marker,
writing in black ink
define normal for me."
Not a sound.
Not a peep.
All the students do is stare,
glassy eyed and hardly there.
Once again she taps the board.
Class is still in session."
blink their eyes.
They look again at the board.
She writes her question down.
"Please define 'normal' for me."
No one dares to raise a hand,
but at least they are awake.
The timid girl, who sits in the back,
her hair dyed brightly purple and green,
barely dares to raise a hand.
"Ma'am, do you mean,
from the dictionary?"
The teachers smiles,
looks at the class.
"No, I don't,
I mean to ask,
what does normal
in terms of people's tastes.
What is a normal person,
It's plain to see,
in the faces of the "popular"
what they'd like to say.
But no one wants to offend
this amazing teacher,
Prose: LithiumLithium.Prose: Lithium3 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
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.
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,
intricate simplenature is simpleintricate simple1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
nature is complicated
trying every new option
every available chance
and creative destruction
wielding life and death
freely in equal measure
Shaping the fate of the world
long eons of time
Too fast and too brief to see
The dance of eternity
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
Elegy for a DreamHow do dreams die?Elegy for a Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do they simply fade away,
Like fog after a rainy day?
Do they go out with a bang,
Like a shot heard around the world?
Do they go out with a whimper,
Like a wounded animal dying in a hidden hole?
How do dreams die?
Do they change until they are unrecognizable,
Like the evolution of life?
Do they corrupt and corrode,
Like death and decay?
Do dreams kill other dreams,
Like people kill other people?
How do dreams die?
Can they die with a person,
Never shared or known?
Can a dream become reality,
Before it dies?
Can reality be a dream,
Before it dies?
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see me,
My every rise and fall.
Is it you who knows me best..
Seen beyond the mask
When i'm down and depressed
Seen me the downright broken mess?
I look at you
you stare no slack
Behind my back
My knowledge of you ends
When I go my own way
But you watch me come and go
day after day..
QUESTIONS OF THE DAYQUESTIONS OF THE DAYQUESTIONS OF THE DAY3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There have been quite a few questions on my mind,
Somewhere beyond the jibber-jabber are answers I must find,
What if I (your son) came to you and told you I was gay?
Would you embrace me or find yourself looking away?
Because you two taught me to accept people, accept all,
Your words were concise and clear from the moments I recall,
What if I was your baby boy who came three months premature?
Would you be at my side for the duration? I'm not so sure,
Would you give a damn about me as I fought on foreign land?
Because I'm fighting for reasons that you don't understand,
What if I worshiped God a little differently than you do?
Would you deem my words as blasphemy, for it's not your view?
Due to the current events of the day where people need to kill,
Would you cut ties, shunning me away because I'm mentally ill?
These are just a few questions of the day I have, you see,
All I ask is to think of these things before you judge anyone, including me
the clockwork liari. we dusted dreams off people like the first snowflakes of the season. you'd take one and rest it on the center of your tongue because you hated the taste of ice cream and wanted to reset what cold tasted like to you.the clockwork liar3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
you taught me that the cold could be bitter, and so could people's dreams.
you drank out of out-of-order wells because you believed they still worked and that the government was keeping it all to itself.
i never realized how insane you made me before i wrote this all down.
ii. i wished on the sun because i ran out of shooting stars.
and just to spite me, you began wishing on raindrops because you believed that they were so many, one of them was bound to remember you.
but we both ended up laughing hysterically with protruding knives on a bloodstained floor, didn't we?
iii. i talked to clockwork towers and told them to lie because if they stopped for just a while, all the time in the world would seize.
one human, two human
The Girl In the StandsThe roar of the crowdThe Girl In the Stands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seems to dim so slow
As I turn to observe
In the stands below
Her hair shiny as gold
Her skin white as snow
I blink and turn my head
As she turns to go.
Her eyes glimmer like emeralds
And soften as she sees
Me looking her way
She smiles and waves
While my heart skips a beat
As she turns away
And walks back to her seat.
Who am I?Why, I am me.Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just me. Not you or we.
Myself and me. Do you not see?
Who else would I ever be?
I could be you.
Yes, you. With quite a view.
Me and you. With one lie or two.
But then I would not be true.
Not true like me.
Yes, me. Now do you see?
You plus me. That makes us we.
No one should we rather be.
Because if I'm not me
and you're not you
what would we be
when they ask us "who?".