WishesMaybe we should stop wishing on shooting stars,Wishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to bring our muttered words to life
For eighteen years later,
we still close our eyes;
whispering words of yearning at a golden object,
demolishing a crimson flame,
and emitting white specks into the lucent air
But maybe we shouldn't
For these wishes we make for countless years
Serve as reminders:
That no one in life has everything,
But at least we have something
Even if it's just an intangible sentence
muttered under our ardent breath
Night creaturePlease don’t leave the light onNight creature6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don’t like the way it shines
Don’t want to see my wounds and bruises
Let me forget them for tonight
DysfunctionalDysfunctional 7/1/14Dysfunctional11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am an only child but I wasn't a lonely one.
Some days I think it would've been
better to have had a younger
brother or sister to torture
and somehow be an example to.
Funny how younger
siblings are like puppies.
Always coming back for more -
with adoration oozing from their pores.
At what age do they halt seeking
attention or acceptance?
Love is always there regardless
of how we treat each other, right?
I find the family dynamic unparalleled.
How can you fiercely love and hate
someone so completely at the same time?
And so it goes with ties that bond.
"I won't speak to you for 30 years!" Who says that?
There is no logic in the twisted web of blood.
I find no solace in my past.
Snippets of joy sprinkled into
buckets of pain.
Even still, I have learned over
the years to forgive.
For my own sanity and for
the sake of my possible
future family - Or I will be destined
to repeat the demented cycle.
Perhaps it doesn't matter and
all families share some cruel genetics.
If you drink enough vodka it tastes like loveHe’d whisper sweet nothings to treesIf you drink enough vodka it tastes like love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping the roots would remember his name
I watched him drop pieces of himself like bread crumbs
His lantern limbs quivering
I don’t think he ever really knew how lovely he was
And on a sunny day when the pavement was sweating
Out onto the roadside
Everyone else found out too
I don’t think I’ll ever forget him because he was like a dream catcher
So quiet and magical in the way his eyes turned green in the dark
And blue in the winter
Like he stored the world’s secrets behind his cuckoo spit heart
Eating AloneThe evening news arrives and I mute it.Eating Alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
An anchor watches me stoically through
the screen before her facade is replaced by
a body bag being bowled into an ambulance.
Red and black under the white plastic.
The bottom caption briefly reads-
“Drug dealer shot dead in Englewood.”
Then, effortlessly, the image changes to
fabric softener commercials and me
taking another bite of my dry turkey sandwich.
The next day I learn he was sixteen years old.
Televisions hum in every room of the house.
*Aloe Vera**Aloe Vera*1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Green Aloe Vera
Healed by nature's miracle
OutsiderDid you ever fit in?Outsider3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You tried to.
No one could say you didn't try
but you possessed something the others didn't have.
A conscience worth listening to,
intelligence and empathy, a knowing that came from deep within.
Actually that's the reason
you seemed older than all the rest.
Those childish and silly, always willing to do stupid things,
they would say you're missing out on life
but then what sort of life do they have, with their false friends,
who tend to vanish into thin air if really needed.
Yes you did try
but who's to say their way is correct.
Stay true to yourself,
it's better on the outside.
Written by Suzanne Karbach 5th April 2015
Solitude Heart Petals, chrysanthemum, whisper on zephyrSolitude Heart 4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kissing her hand, clutching her memories,
Orbital snowflakes caress idle heather
And there she lies
Tormented and demented - she cries.
For what is love when it conflicts the heart?
The state of my heartOnce full of life and love, adorned with wings,The state of my heart6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
now a vast wasteland between my heart strings.
Widening as time ticks on,
cracked and dry, almost numb.
No longer carefree, void of how to feel,
in an abandoned desert, life has no appeal.
Under the surface it's still beating, somehow going on,
as predictable as the day begins with the rising of the sun.
The time ticks on, days become years,
no rains fall, just salty tears.
Only the heavens full of stars,
know the state of my broken heart.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach Janunary 2015
EnlightenmentWe fight for no reasonEnlightenment6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leading the war
Blinded by lies
We keep moving on
Who will see the truth?
Who'll give it to us?
Open your eyes but keep your heart shut
No one is out there, just ghosts from the past
We still fight for no reason
Continue this war
With closed eyes but with the truth in our hearts
We allow the ghosts to hunt our past
about painpain is the frictionabout pain6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of passing your life through time
an early warning
when you are moving too fast
on the arc of existence
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.
The Fork in the LakeThe Fork in the Lake 2/25/02The Fork in the Lake9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am rent in two.
The way I am and should be
is far removed from me.
I have drifted for days
on this agitated lake of doubt.
The shoreline is distant
and the fog has set in.
If it's night or day I cannot tell -
but I am dismally sleepy.
I have no oars or even a strong wind.
My flailing arms have fallen off.
I wallow in self-hatred and
disappointment in myself.
I should have been prepared.
I knew this would befall me.
I remember the night you
It was bitter cold and so were you.
You spoke of two roads and this fork.
These paths gradually grew further apart.
You and I are not on the same road.
It took me too long to realize this.
Now I wait for a sign - perhaps a beacon
of light to give me direction.
I have yet to spot this beam of hope.
You once told me that in order
to find your way through the
darkness is to first open your eyes.
Perhaps then, I will see for the first time.
Will you be there when I reach the shore?
The PartyDare I engageThe Party1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the ongoing swarm
Of hollow salutations?
Imprison true disdain
The hot boiling scorn
That steams deep within
Dare I engage
In this empty waltz?
The careless twirl
Of feign concern.
Some weave with ease
With half-hearted smiles.
As they quake unfulfilled
Primed with forced laughter.
Must I engage
In this silent sneer?
The sly contempt
Which permeates so true.
Strain the words?
The primal words
That convey false concern.
If Only We Aged Like TreesTell me how many clinksIf Only We Aged Like Trees2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you smile
with a grave’s peace borrowed.
The creaks of a swing,
and the shards of broken china,
sing your childhood riddles
on nights the storm would knock.
Stars belong to clouds,
just as fate is in love with time.
A box full of buttons
and a handful of sand,
count how long you kept your fingers crossed
from behind the pleats of your summer skirt
as we watched our thoughts set
with an imaginary sun.
SnowfallThe perfectly etched snowflakes glint in the morning sunSnowfall3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suspended in air, controlled by the gentle winds that scatter them about silently around the forest floor.
They don’t have a care in the world, trusting that the currents will deliver them safely to the ground under Jack Frost's watchful eye
But little did you know that while they are flying through the air
They transform into the most delicate of ballet dancers.
Dancing their first and last dance.
The dance of new life, of joy and light; But also the dance of endings and passing.
They float through the air
As light as a feather
But as beautiful as a star.
Pirouetting across the sky, bringing light to the world.
And when the limelight is gone
And they find themselves no longer airborne
For they do not grieve that their flight is over
And their dance is done
They rejoice that it happened
And that they had the chance to dance after all
Then they slumber in peace
Knowing that they brought a little more beauty to the world.
The morning afterWaking upThe morning after4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if to say
but not too
and nice smelling.
all good things
must end, so
as you go
me your phone,
I like this.
The DepartedI want to say hey,The Departed5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but then I remember, you need your space.
Left here wondering if i should erase,
thoughts of you from my mind today.
I love you I want you, I know i can't have you,
the time has come to decide.
To move forward or backwards (can't move on to the hereafter)
Maybe i'll sit down and cry.
There Was a Girl, Another Girl.You disgust me,There Was a Girl, Another Girl.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies and cheating,
Stolen broken hearts
returned as if new
and forgiveness expected,
it doesn't matter
that you are beautiful
that your form brings lust
into my veins
like rain to the earth
it doesn't matter that your voice
is like a scratchy
that warms me from the inside out.
It doesn't matter if I lied
when I said I don't love you anymore
I can never let you
back into my life.
i miss you
Cyberbully 2 (The Stand)Cyberbully 2 (The Stand)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
hey hey fat boy/where have you been
the donut shop/around the bend
now please reply/oh don't be shy
and by the way/will you just die
please go away/let's end this hate
I'm loved at home/just can't relate
I'm sad for you/too bad for you
the things you say/they're just not true
hey hey now punk/this school hates you
just run away/leave right on cue
you won't be missed/we'll live in bliss
your face disgusts/you're on my list
I prayed today/for you not me
got on my knees/why can't you see
show love not hate/it's not too late
hey gotta run/I have a date
you're nothing to us/why don't you just go
my family loves me/I'll thrive and I'll grow
you're fat and you smell/can't run and can't spell
my pride is intact/a matter of fact
please go away
I'm here to stay
I hate you so
God loves me though
hey hey last chance/I'm through with you
jump off a cliff/your friends are few
you listen now/you fattened cow
TwistsIt was us,Twists4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or it was them.
The individuals who were five lives away,
or the both of us with arms locked.
We were something indescribable.
A giant wave of purple ink flowing over a piece of 25-lined paper.
We were something unstoppable.
A wrong choice coming from the mouth of a minor.
They had nothing to do with the story,
they were person A and person B.
Raven & Edgar,
were the ones to fall.
No one was there to pick us up.
No one even paid attention.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,Bad Habit1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
Overwhelmed. I can't take it all in.Overwhelmed. 3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let me breathe!!
I can't take it all in.
Let me go!!
I can't take it all in.
Set me free!
I can't take it all in.
Tell me where to go!
I can't take it all in.
I'm letting go.
I can't take it all in.
I'm giving up.
I can't take it all in.
I'm saying goodbye.