A Message for my loveI wanted to grow old with youA Message for my love1 year 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.7 months 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?
Death DealerDeath lingered behind his eyes,Death Dealer3 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
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
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
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
Perfection is an IllusionPerfection is an illusionPerfection is an Illusion3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As heaven is to Earth,
A painted cloudy paradise
Inspired by human dearth.
Flawless is the pole star
Leading man to fabled land,
Still distant the Polaris
From man's conceited hand.
Yet perfection's only flaw
That it will never know,
Perfection appears resplendent
Draped in fault's shadow.
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
WishI wish I could writeWish2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All along the walls
Paint the sky till it sings
And never let it fall
I wish I could compose
rivers, oceans and seas
Create balance by
Inking every tree
I wish the world vivid
Blurs of green, blue and grey
Oh, it shall be a painting
Of both the night and day
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
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wallMirror Mirror2 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..
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
The Lonely TowerSee the forlorn lover locked in his lonely tower,The Lonely Tower3 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.
A Taste for TextA book is but a sweet escapeA Taste for Text2 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.
Dark BetrayalI dare not make a soundDark Betrayal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dare not raise my voice
Peering into the dark
That lies in front of me
What will come out next,
To grab my cold bare ankle
And drag me into Hell?
A rustling noise-
And the lights turn back on
You stand there, arms open-
I run into them-
Your hands on my throat,
Your face twisted in a smile
And the darkness
claims another victim
The Twisted NurseThe syringe pulses in her handThe Twisted Nurse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't do this
I can't do this
Why are they doing this to me?!
She firmly grasps my arm
to keep me from flinching
someone stop the needle!
It can't pierce my skin!
She smiles smugly at me
and jabs me with the syringe
That's when everything s l o w e d d o w n
I was trapped in this infernal roller coaster
the needle ripping my flesh, the only sound
I couldn't do nothing but look at her
My silent screams you could see through my eyes
delicious chaos mirrored in hers
She had a distinct gaze
her yellow iris warning me of danger
whispering the words she would not say
The havoc my arm felt
was the bits of flesh scattered by the needle
She mutilated my arm
and she vanished
leaving behind her wicked smile
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
Romance in MetaphorAs we sat in silence, child small,Romance in Metaphor2 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,
The Written WordThe written word is wondrous in it's primeThe Written Word2 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