HopeThere are so many daysHope1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
when humanity frightens
the most compassionate
it takes only a knife
or a word or a gun, and
we scare so easy.
I'm tired of living
I'm tired of not believing
There may not be a god above
but believer or not,
there are so many
reasons to love
I'm not giving up
I'm not letting go;
I'm going to dream
and one day
perhaps I will fly
and I will believe
the best of people
until it kills me,
because the moment
that you give up
is the moment
you become the problem.
Musical ChairsThree women.Musical Chairs3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
EllipticalHe talks to CometsElliptical1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tells them Secrets and Tales
they listen with rapt attention
sometimes crashing and burning
sometimes passing innocuously
through the Universe
Sometimes, the Comets tell their own tales
streaking tails of tales across the night sky
passing sleeping cities, flying over pastures
we watch with rapt attention
sometimes crashing, sometimes burning
but never innocuously
We wish, we hope, we dream
of catching Comets in a jar,
keeping them like wildflower jam
and spreading them on brainy toast
and savoring every Cosmic bite
But, He talks to Comets
tells them they belong among the stars
to sail away and find a new lover
Far away and return when they feel free
Sense MemoryI developed taste.Sense Memory3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We lost touch.
behind, and to the righti.behind, and to the right1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were a series
of battles won--
of your strength
litter the kitchen bench,
something to hold on to
when the need's
wasting you away
twelve months sober
undone by one hour
the vodka bullet
dismantled a persona
in jagged pageturns,
like tomorrow was
already a memory,
and one day, tomorrow
you died on valentine's day;
symbolism gifted in the form
of a flowing red bouquet
and desperate hopelessness
at least, that's what
they didn't say,
once the war
post mortem.Some days,post mortem.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we grow old:
little love letters,
dated and sealed,
on the roadside,
with the fag-ends
and drifting crisp-packets
of the fast lane.
The Ritual of CrossingI.The Ritual of Crossing1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ritual of passing through
your heart and into the void
is stuck in the sudden emptiness,
and the scattering of an estranged wind
that whistles so loudly into my ears.
I'm on my own, frozen
inside the longing for
the old breeze that holds
your scent, laughter and
the little taps you left along my neck.
The ritual of passing through
my skeleton and back into your heart
is probably a kite of bright blue
that's born out of the scorching pain in my ribs.
It'd bend its wings a little and soar
right into the hand you use to protect
your eyes from a sun that
doesn't shine as bright for me.
I left you the light, instead
I sipped water out of your hands
and decided to live, even a little.
I still have tears waiting for me,
echoing in the distance, chanting
the tones of a broken heart
You never said my blood would burn
the minute I find rest in another's arms.
You never told me I'd suffer
three hundred and sixty five days
of blazing flames.
I always thought th
How fragile we all are.You have died a hero,How fragile we all are.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
much too young.
No time to see your body worn,
so youthful ,so strong.
No old age aches and pains,
no wrinkles or false teeth,
still handsome and so full of life,
even jokes upon your lips.
You have died a hero,
a place in all our hearts,
shocked and saddened at your passing,
How fragile we all are.
Now as the time passes,
your memory will remain
and as we reminisce your life
your image stays the same
You have died my hero
and although I'd like to scold,
one sad thought's just occurred to me,
you'll never see me old.
by Suzanne Karbach June 2014
Don't Scream It's late. You're tired from a long day and decide to sleep; rest your mind. You change into something comfortable and slip into your bed. Of course, you don't check under the bed or in your closet. Monsters aren't real; they haven't been since you were younger.Don't Scream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your eyes begin to close, slowly but surely, as you drift to sleep. Every internal guard you may have built around your mind is retracting; everything you want kept out is silently creeping in as well as anything you want kept in is gradually oozing out. Your wonders, fears, hopes, despairs, displayed. You're vulnerable. Subconsciously realizing this, you wrap yourself in the blanket, hoping for some kind of protection. It won't help though.
Your breathing continues at a steady pace, slightly faster than your breathing when awake. You shift in preparation of the long hours ahead. Silence.
Your mind, still slightly aware, registers the light tapping at the window as a branch blown by the wind. The qui
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,Dethroned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
Cross my heartCross my heartCross my heart1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and hope to die,
I never thought
we´d say goodbye.
I promise honey
I´m being good,
I´d be with you
if I could
but I must wait
till God decides,
to place me once more
by your side.
Cross my heart
I still love you so,
you have to know.
The place in my heart
that you once filled,
is longing for you
and always will.
Cross my heart,
it hurts so much,
not to feel your gentle touch,
not to hear your wonderful laughter,
stuck here in this life ever after.
Cross my heart
this life goes on,
even if we want or not.
Happy or sad,
if we live or if we die.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach 15th July 2014
FrostHe looked timidly down the street. It was, like the ten previous times he’d checked, empty. Devoid of any and all human life.Frost2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But not empty, no. There were the bodies remaining still. No one had come to clean them up- or more likely, those who came had perished too, contributing generously to the rising pile.
He kept walking, stepping over silent faces, over mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters. Over all the faces of the innocents smited in the greens and yellows of life.
The City had died, that much was visible from a glance. Bodies were strewn over streets, park benches, in libraries and coffee shops, in cars and buses and skyscrapers and apartments. But the decay hadn’t set in yet, oh no. The butchery had ended, but the processing hadn’t yet begun. The ungodly stench was only just starting to leak out into the crisp air.
And the frost was everywhere. The white frost, they had called it. The frost that didn’t melt. Come from the sky to punish you, free
Farewell LoveI try to bury you again,Farewell Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scent of our love,
is now a dreadful stench
and I can no longer stand the rot
M'lady, I've dreamt of my rebirth
in the warmth of your arms,
between life and death
and love and death
in the limbo that stands still
you've proven hard to forget
Your still image is imprinted
within my youthful years
like a martyr, love stayed after death
and in my grave I stir and toss
yet it feels like lying in your embrace
A champion in forgetting,
that's how I was nicknamed,
but your memory was nailed
a hopeless love refusing to end,
though I died listening to your heartbeat.
ExpressionShe made a face, which she turned and showed to him. "Hey, what do you think?"Expression1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He looked at it. "That's great! I've only got a few mouths. Here," he said, and gave her a smile.
She examined it closely. "It's much better than mine," she said, her voice barely audible. Her own smile was a weak, tremulous thing, as fragile as a dream upon waking and as brittle as a partially healed heart.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "We're working on that, love. These things take time."
"I know," she said in a voice as soft as falling snow. She stood there staring at the figure they had made, and thought of things long since lost, and how she wished she could take comfort from the strength of his arms.
Rescue TeamShe called me because I lived right downstairs. She called me because she knew I wouldn’t call her parents. She called me because she hadn’t called in three months, and she knew that if she called me, crying, blubbering, watering the receiver with her tears and blood, I would come running anyway.Rescue Team2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She was hunched up on the kitchen floor, her arms wrapped around her legs, her eyelashes wrapped around her bloodshot eyes. She looked up at me as I dropped the key I had never given back into my pocket. Her feet and hands were bloodied and full of cuts.
She said nothing as I crunched my way over the broken glass to her and hunched down, balancing on the balls of my feet. She looked down.
“What did you do?” I asked, looking around the messy kitchen, filled with shards of glass and broken plates. I noticed she was holding the phone in one hand and a champagne glass in the other. The only intact one left, I observed from my place facing the open cupboards and empty sh
CupboardingMagnolia and Bertie were sitting side by side in bed, reading.Cupboarding1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Magnolia put down her Georgette Heyer and turned to her husband. “Do you think the romance has gone out of our marriage?”
“Hmm..?” said Bertie, flicking through his copy of Aeroplane Weekly.
“We never seem to do anything together any more,” said Magnolia. She put her book away on her bedside table. “Why don’t we go out for a meal on Saturday? That new Chinese restaurant seems promising. We could have sweet and sour chicken or some nice stir-fried pork.”
She looked into the middle- distance. “Oh, I can just smell it…” She paused. “Hang on, I can smell it.”
She put her hand on her husband’s arm and he looked up at her. “Do you smell that?” she asked. “Someone cooking?”
“Don’t be daft,” said Bertie, going back to his reading.
“It seems to be coming from…” Magnolia g
Four WordsThis is how the world ends:Four Words1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A quiet morning, a rainy day, a glass of orange juice. Your hand on mine, heavy. Your voice:
“We need to talk.”
My shoulder to cry on shoves a beer under my nose. “Hey,” he says, “it's not the end of the world.”
But he doesn't realize: it is.
The Way After WakingThe man fell heavily to the ground. Rain washed his blood into the fallen leaves, and his eyes were already misting over with death.The Way After Waking1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The sounds of the battle faded; and it seemed to him that he was standing again, though he felt no weight on his legs. His body lay at his feet, staring eyes and parted lips and dark blossoms of blood. He looked at the empty woods around him and saw that he had died.
Then it seemed that a woman came to him, as pale and misty as the rain itself, with a somber mouth and hollow eyes. She said to him: “Come, and I will wash the life from you.”
He took her hand: her fingers were as thin and light as the wind. She led him past trees that grew ever barer, through mist that grew ever thicker, until he could see nothing of the woods around him; then the mist cleared, and he found that he was standing in a lake, with the walls of a cave all around and above him.
The clothes he had worn had vanished, and he stood before the woman as naked as a child. Wit
SpeechlessHow the hell can I makeSpeechless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that everything you say
Everything you do
And although I’m not perfect
And I am trying
To find some sense of
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
But you have taken that
All away from
A simple HeartHe remains bewildered before her calm eyes,A simple Heart8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sorry escaping his lips for the millionth time.
Yet with a shrug, she smiles and lets him know
it no longer mattered, he only tore a heart in two.
Ut Ames, She was a woman of wonder,Ut Ames, 10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whom he fell in love with,
but her spirit was too much for him.
He even dared to tell.
But out of love she let go,
of all those hopes of a better life,
even the dreams she cherished,
she burned so he wouldn't feel ashamed
that he wasn't good enough for her.
Yet his words came down as shock,
when he simply announced:
There's no more us in you and I.
What am I to do
with a dreamless girl?
overcastcold water reignsovercast1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rain-drenched moor
of crocus buds and
i fall with the rain,
whispering of fickle
fears to the earth.
folding in and over
safe havens under
a hollow netted sky,
i drift like needles
sewn in delicate footsteps
through silken-still air
as i pine, pine, pine.
A Declaration For Your Loveall my life I been searchingA Declaration For Your Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
what I've found seems empty
just to talk to you, show's me a path to love
standing on the words that seems generic
to hunt meaning that can express my emotions
to show you the sweet taste of a man can add greatness in your life once more
to say your beautiful is an insult
to give any complements is a crime against love
cause there are no words just actions to prove the validity of my love
I wanna be there for the dark times to strengthen our light
we protect each other and that bond can only be broken if we stop the war that rages in love
why was I gifted at a shot to be with you?
cause your my greatest gift I have found
I wanna be different from the others
I wanna fight to make us better
in this I'm relinquishing my power
to kneel at your finger tips
so please grant me one kiss
for that moment will be cherished like a point of history that changed the ages
In my declaration, I concede to the fact of re