Sleeping like the deadShe is always weirded out by spiders. They run too damn fast.
Their legs are spindly and black and pointy. Just something so wrong about that.
There shouldn't be anything in this world that exists small, that would be horrific if made large.
He loves bugs. All kinds of bugs. Big, small, green, black. Crunchy ones are best. The ones
that when stepped on make a nice cracking sound and spew guts.
That's what he loves.
She cannot sleep. Not much. Not easily.
She sees arms reaching toward her in the dark. Always in that stage
right before she falls asleep. The bridge to sleep is blocked by
He sleeps like a log, especially after a kill. Always after a kill. The warmer the blood,
the slower the death, the more pitiful the cries for mercy, the better the sleep.
It never ceases to amaze him.
The power of murder.
The smell of autumn comforts her. The cool breeze soothes as the curtains flow outward.
The full moon shines in and she cannot see spider
Ode to my loverBite marksOde to my lover1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tunnels of love
To My LoveWhen I look into your faceTo My Love8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always feel strong emotions.
When I look into your eyes
I see the deep blue northern seas.
When I look upon your lips
I wish that you would give me a kiss.
When I look at your stature
I am thinking of some strong and wise king of ancient legend.
And when you are moving
It seems like a swan gliding over the water.
That is what you are for me
And what I always want you to be.
Christmas Forest / Star of YearningThe sight is free and clear as seldom.Christmas Forest / Star of Yearning10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sky-blue is fading into white.
The beings from far worlds
Are fir-trees full with snow and ice.
A deep peace covers the distance,
Embraces body as well as mind.
The mild beautiful side of the Christmas moon
Is manna that feeds the soul.
Star of yearning, high in the sky,
Shine bright through the dark night.
Bring all people - guarded
By your soft light – hope.
Wake the hope in the hearts
Of those wrecked by hatred
So that everyone of us
Can still hear the song of love.
Love and hatred are the two
Poles of infinity
And all people wander
Through time to eternity.
Let us see our path through
Space and time with the heart.
So that we do not get lost
In the cold darkness.
Only love can prevent us
From getting lost
Forever in the
Infinity of existence.
Bread and WoodLoaf of bread, piece ofBread and Wood10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Wood: May you have enough to
Eat and heat next year.
Guardian AngelSongs of the wind ring silentlyGuardian Angel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the quite dark night.
Only the moon with bright gleam
Lights you in golden splendor.
When you stand calm at your window,
And you look up to the starlight,
You feel deep in your heart
That you will never be alone.
Angels hover through the air,
Lay their smooth arms gently
Around your shoulder in affection
And hold you tight and warm.
They dry quiet your burning tears,
Bring you a bright light.
With respect and full amazement
You hear how your guardian angel speaks softly.
I will always protect you
When your heart weeps desperately.
Deep in your heart you will feel
That man and angel are joined.
Angels Guide Your WayAngels heal your wounds.Angels Guide Your Way1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
During the night in your tearful hours
They put their wings tender and warm
Around your shoulders like an arm.
You will feel peace in you,
Calmness that enters the heart.
He will softly touch the soul
So that grief flees silently.
He soothes quietly with gentle hand
Scars that still burn in you,
Then you will recognize happiness as well.
This has found its way to you today.
Hope will carry you with a smile
Faith will lead you to the light.
Close your eyes without questions,
Feel the confidence in you.
Angels guide your way,
No matter where your step leads you to.
When you cross narrow paths
You will feel how he touches you softly.
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –Weeping Willow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a
Just One SideI’m dead inside,Just One Side2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just not yet,
On the outside,
But that may change,
Four ElementsFour angels hold the Earth into the light.Four Elements1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
They look at us. We do not see them.
I sit in the middle and I feel myself small.
They look at me, sublime and subtle.
The wind blows from the East, the fire from the South.
From West the water flows, from North the earth glows.
Four elements, surrounded by light –
God sends love; we do not feel it.
Angels are wise; Angels are quiet.
I can only hear them if I really want to.
They love and protect the Earth so much.
Also us, God’s children – billions and more.
We are like one being – from above, from far.
The soul of humanity wears a golden gown.
For God we are joy – we carry His light.
He sees us as a whole when He talks to us.
One has ardor, another one takes it easy;
You are close to the water, a rock resembles me.
We are not good/evil, we are energy.
We balance in universal harmony.
Four angels hold the Earth into the light.
They look at us. We do not call them.
Start calling them. They are at hand immediately.
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,October Full Moon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
Queen of Crime Novel missed for 11 DaysThe mystery of Agatha Christie’s disappearance remained unsolved.Queen of Crime Novel missed for 11 Days5 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Agatha Christie was the most successful criminal author of all time. Her stories about Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple have thrilled millions of readers for more than fifty years and some of her ingenious cases confused even her shrewdest admirers. But with her death in January 1976 she left a real life secret behind that was so amazing as if she had thought it out herself.
In December 1927 – when she was already a celebrated criminal author – Agatha Christie disappeared for nearly two weeks. The headlines of the papers announced the most sensational theories to a breathless circle of readers. Suicide, abduction, murder. The police was looking for any clues why she had disappeared – but in vain.
Agatha Christie was born in September 1890 as daughter of a wealthy American who lived with his English wife in Torquay, Devon. The family lived in luxurious means and Agatha received only few regular class
The Great PerhapsPerhaps the stars are in the sky for the number of souls that I love.The Great Perhaps5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps the sun shows that we should also radiate like her.
Perhaps the night hides all our dark sides.
Perhaps the laughter takes away the pain and gives hope.
Perhaps the sea does not know where to spread, knows no bottom.
Perhaps the waves hit the shore, at low tide and high tide.
Perhaps the cycle of the sun, over hill and vale.
Perhaps the bothering dream, day and night.
Perhaps a balance tilts to the left or right.
Perhaps an uncertain decision, whether yes or no.
Perhaps is the dance rhythm of possibilities
Perhaps sits as deep as the sea of time.
Your Loyal GuardianHe holds your doom in his hand,Your Loyal Guardian1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Protects you, without tarrying,
Knots with you a bond of trust,
Accompanies you in dreams.
Guiding your way on
Safe paths at any time,
He will endow you with
Prudence and honesty.
You only become aware of him
In hopeless hours,
In the view of greatest danger,
Which you have overcome.
Also in your deepest dream
He will never tell you his name,
Floating between time and space,
You will still recognize him.
Patiently, he looks down on you,
And guards your well-being,
Tries always, again and again
To preserve you from evil sins.
He is an exact image of you
And lives in your heart,
Receives hardly a thanks for it,
Helps you with mental suffering.
A being from paradise –
It can only be –
Embedded gentle in dream-land sweet -
Your guardian angel.
Benevolent and Malevolent Fairies, the Good PeopleWho and what are fairies? Are they fallen angels who were not good enough to be saved, nor bad enough to be lost? Are they the gods of the earth or of pagan history? Are they the so-called Irish "Tuatha De Danan", who when no longer worshipped und fed with offerings, dwindled away in the popular imagination, and now are only a few spans high?Benevolent and Malevolent Fairies, the Good People2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There is much evidence to prove them fallen angels. Witness the nature of the creatures, their caprice, their way of being good to the good and evil to the evil, having every charm but conscience consistency. Beings so quickly offended that you must not speak much about them at all, and never call them anything but the "good people". So easily pleased, they will do their best to keep misfortune away from you, if you leave a little milk for them on the window-sill over night. On the whole, the popular belief tells us most about them, telling us how they fell, and yet were not lost because their evil was wholly without malice.
Are they the "g
Evening SkyYour last breath,Evening Sky2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lie in my arms!
The colour of your life,
Runs through my hands,
Which gave you so much love,
Touched you to give,
My lips tremble,
But they remain silent,
The world sinks in pain!
In me slowly burns
Your paradise to dust!
The ashes of your life,
The clear crystal of my soul,
So gently covered,
As the evening sky,
Hugs my loneliness!
Birds of night,
Glide on silent wings,
Through the land of my dreams,
In which they take my heart
And carry it
Over the abyss of my life!
There they tear it apart,
In thousands of pieces so small,
Raining down on my life
In my darkness!
I see through my silent tears,
Which blur the beautiful moon
In the evening sky,
I see how I cry red tears!
They dip the moon
In a silent red!
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my grief.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my love.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of your life.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my pain.
Elven HopeI have a dreamElven Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of another world
Where no-one resembles the other.
But where all are one
In a world of diversity
That plants every flower at the right spot.
I dream of a world
Where hate is unknown
Either among individuals or the great nations.
There is only the appreciation of the others' life
At all their places.
I dream of a great sign
That will re-unite in joy
All once scattered.
Brother will not be angry with brother anymore
And everybody understands
That living is now the new dimension.
I see a new world
Where shining light nets
Spread like a shield across the Earth
From east to west and from south to north.
I dream of a world
That has forgotten the old one
With all the insanity and fury -
In which all humans have been purified.
And chastened in real humility
They stand up and move forward.
In this world
True love will
Seize again the hearts of humanity.
Men and elves -
Together we will cure every wound
That we once stroke ourselves
and our world in limitless rage.
Seedling.Life. A small insignificant bundle of pure energy, placed into the earth for safekeeping. Just one of many delicate thimbles of green soon to grow, and grow, into a giant.Seedling.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Light. Months of dirt and cold, replaced by an ever-reaching blanket of blue warmth. The bundle explodes and projects the new, green energy towards the light, struggling to succeed. Haunted by her elders, entombed in shade, but still, she is determined to grow.
Grown. The bundle has succeeded. After years of reaching towards the blue, after days and days of piercing cold and searing heat, she has grown. She mocks her siblings and relatives, younger children of the earth and laughs at their misfortune that was once hers. Now having earned the right to bask in the sun's warmth.
Ancient. Respected by the old and feared by the young she has grown tall, strong, and wise. Casting a glorious shadow over her offspring, and finally embracing the blue after years of shadows and darkness...
She is Magnificent.
Smile, Not.A girl I don't even rememberSmile, Not.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because now the faces blur together.
"It's been so long!"
She smiles happily.
And I smile back,
"Yeah, I missed you so much!"
Because that's what
She expects right?
I know she just wants
To talk to me, because
There's no one else.
"So how you've been?
I went out with my friends
This weekend, and we had So much Fun!"
"That's great! I didn't go
But that's alright, because then
No one will ask me why...
"Awww. That sucks."
She tilts her head
And smiles pityingly as if to say
I don't want anyone's sympathy,
I don't need anyone's pity
Why does it matter if you don't understand?
"Maybe you can go with
The girls and I this weekend!
It'll be fun! We're going to..."
Somewhere "perfect" right?
Somewhere where you'll forget me right?
Somewhere I'll never fit in.
"Of course! That sounds great,
I'll try to make it!"
I love you in 52 languages from Europe 1. Albanian-Te duaI love you in 52 languages from Europe1 year ago in Personal More Like This
3. Armenian-Yes kez sirumen
4. Azerbaijani-Men seni sevirem
5. Belarusian-Ya tabe kahayu
6. Bosnian-Volim te
7. Bulgarian-Obicham te (Обичам те)
9. Croatian-Volim te
TimeTime for workTime2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time to work hard
Time to get the work done
Time to go home.
A Tale of Elves and FairiesA Tale of Elves and Fairies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it happened that the humans forgot the magical realm and a dark age began.
The humans had forgotten that they only need to believe for to see. Those who were desperate stayed alone and those being worried found no comfort any longer. The elven realm existed further on but it fell into oblivion. Humanity had become blind. Hundreds of years pass
When I dieWhen I die, a certain angel, who I have known nearly half my life, will spread his impressive feathered wings and fly down to meet me and pick me up.When I die2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Our souls and the whole world will rejoice at the heavenly reunion.
We´ll spend two, never ending, wonderful weeks together on holiday at the same place we met all those years ago.
The warm sun will be good to us and will tan our youthful skin. We´ll walk hand in hand together along the sandy shore into the slowly sinking sunset without a care in the world.
Our love renewed, our hearts beating as one, our world once again in unison.
Peace will reside once more.
by Suzanne Karbach 09.09.2014