Leaving the Day BehindLeaving the Day Behind in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
leave the day behind
to a night of peaceful sleep
stars will bless your dreams
Cross my heartCross my heartCross my heart 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 have 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
A place of love and peace.where are you now my love?A place of love and peace. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I´d really like to know.
Are you happy in the place,
to which you had to go?
Hope it´s a much nicer world
without wars or any blood spill.
No hate or greed dividing people,
no bombs or guns that kill.
Hope all the trees and animals
are cherished, not neglected,
classed important for the environment,
cared for and protected.
Hope there is no cruelty
and abuse of the innocent
and everyone is responsible,
caring and decent.
A world with no injustices and no exploitation,
where the people are united,
man living as one nation.
Just one thing I do know,
though I would never preach,
it must be a better place than here;
a place of love and peace.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach Jan 2015
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?I can t in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Even though I know you would want me to.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
On reflectionOn looking back into your pastOn reflection in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
Last nightLast night I dreamt of you,Last night in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though I was wide awake.
A thousand wonderful memories,
once more my heart did break.
You held me in your arms,
I felt your presence near,
as our life played out before me,
once more I shed a tear.
I recalled our precious wedding day
and our joy at the birth of our son.
I recalled our very first rendezvous
and how I knew you´d be the one.
I remembered all the laughter
and your easy loving ways.
I looked into your beautiful face,
"I miss you," is all I say
A million tears have fallen,
in the time that you´ve been gone.
A million more are still to fall,
until my life is done.
cos when my life is over
and they say the last amen,
I´d never have missed one single day,
I´d do it all again.
Written by Suzanne karbach
To distant friendsA difficult year lies behind me,To distant friends in Free Verse More Like This
who knows what´s around the bend
and now it´s that time of year again,
for me to remember good friends.
Although we don´t meet all that often
from one year´s end to the next.
You´re in my heart forever
cherished with love and respect.
So here´s hoping your Christmas is merry
and your New Year happy too.
Wishing you all the very best
with love from me to you.
Written by Suzanne karbach
Dream of flyingI remember when I was a child,Dream of flying in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I´d dream that I could fly.
Taking off from our balcony,
and never doubting why.
There I´d stand, spread out my arms,
push off, soar high into the air,
feeling great excitement,
the wind rushing through my hair.
I´d race across the village
and fly over all the farms.
Free as a bird, I´d fly with speed,
ascend with out-stretched arms.
I´d pass over my old school yard,
see all my playing friends.
They all look up and greet me,
with smiles of wonderment.
I´d reach the village church tower
the bells chiming in my ears.
My heart full glee, I´m invincible,
having no more fears.
This dream was all a part of
my childhood growing up
and having caring parents
who gave me all their love.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach Decemb
I knowI know in the past, how different I was,I know in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
happy and carefree.
The roles were defined for each of us,
I knew who I should be.
I know happiness comes with no guarantees,
no one alone decides
and things they really changed for me,
on the day you died.
I know life can sometimes be so cruel,
it hurts so much inside.
Like being in one long sad dream
in which everyday I cry.
I know, I will go on my love
though my life is missing you.
I know you´re sending loving guidance,
helping me to get through.
I know you are in a better place,
are happy and carefree.
I´ll be with you just as soon as I can,
I know you´ll wait for me.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach November 2014
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,The paper soul in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as a pristine delicate paper ball,
filled with love and happiness,
innocent and whole.
This fine intricately woven filigree orb
inside of all their hearts,
must be cherished protected and loved,
lest it fall apart.
A remark out of place
is like a slap in the face.
Taking the fool
and all ridicule,
can crush and destroy this beautiful soul,
leaving irreparable damage untold.
When paper is crumpled, creased, dashed and trodden,
the marks left are plain to see.
With the soul it´s the same, hurt, scarred and broken
and bullied into misery.
With apologies you may want forgiveness,
like the paper you try to smooth out the creases.
But the paper is beyond repair
just like a soul full of despair
It´s too late to pick up the pieces.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach October 2014.
Smile through the tearsThis welcome down pour,Smile through the tears in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
all this rain,
hides my tears but not my pain.
My broken heart is still not whole
I´ve lost my love,
my heart and soul.
The happiness that I once knew,
is just not there now,
it died with you.
The time gone by almost one year,
I battle on and face my fears.
carried on regardless,
heard all the good advice
I´ve dusted myself off
and each time paid the price.
Without you I must be,
maybe for quite a while.
The tears fall and fall
but still,... I try to smile.
Written by Suzanne Karbach October 2014
108 Poems On The Process of ForgivingCRADLE ROCKED108 Poems On The Process of Forgiving in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the pond was smashed
by his clenched fist..
it became a cradle rocking
for little fish.
Anger is the ore for lovegold.
Is the painting less beautiful
because it's a forgery of Van Gogh's?
Is sunset lakemirrored less awesome
because not originally lake glows
Does the moon deny in the night
that unstolen is her light?
THE RIVER TARRIES NOT
The river tarries not
over the stones of karma.
To seaward joyfully running
is her destiny's dharma
TECUMSEH MUSEUM ON A HIGH HILL
A Tecumseh museum .. on a high
hill.. full of axes, scalps
Someone enters and
walks around opening all
light pours in
One is then
aware.. only of the
And from the high hill
distance one sees puffs
from many chimneys.. all
smoking the pipes of peace.
(Native Americans had much
more to forgive than colonists,
in writers's humble opinion)
CONNECT THE DOTS
When I asked my father not to fish
I did not connect to the meat on my plate.
When I saw the film
AshenAfter petalfallAshen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the red rose' passion
out of fashion...
What is left
is quite ashen.
Harsh seem oft the ways
God teaches compassion.
March DaffodilsSunlight spillsMarch Daffodils in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the hills.
Light distils as
Despite March chill
in dawn still
burst silent trills:
The cheery glow
and lacy frills
all do thrill.
for bees fills
the gold cups
The sun wills
that Jack Frost bow
to the angels of
The Fog Of SemanticsBulldoze the rainforestThe Fog Of Semantics in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Slaughter a lamb
Swat a fly
Thin a herd
Hunt a bear
Harvest a deer
Wasp nests exterminate
Pacify a village
Drone 'terrorist' camps
Weed a garden
Mow a lawn
Cropdust a field
Fell a tree
"Invasive species" eradicate.
Execute a prisoner
Control burn a meadow
Scotch a dandelion
A foreign leader assassinate.
Club a seal
Butcher a pig
Boil a living lobster.
Harpoon a whale
A butterfly impale
Vivisect a rat
A fish asphyxiate.
Stone an alleged adulterer
Gay men decapitate.
Electroshock an inmate.
Rendition an 'enemy'
A population liquidate.
By vaccination obliterate.
Zap a dragonfly
Snuff the kittens and polycidally
Obfuscating words for breaking
the commandment not to kill..
Blowing fogs of semantics..
the war propagandist's skill.
Shedding FormSouls slip from bodyclothes.Shedding Form in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Actors leave the stage.
Snowflakes melt in waterflow.
Birds fly out of cage.
Chambered nautilus moves
to bigger room.
Wind blows the dandelion seeds
leaves his cocoon.
into the sea.
In The Forest Was A BearIn the forest was a bearIn The Forest Was A Bear in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A nectar guzzling grizzly
Some of the bees were angry
bout his embezzling guzzling
"Let's muzzle him" said fuzzy bee
"Denozzle him" said buzzy bee
"Clog his schnozzle' said dizzy bee
"end his swizzle" said fizzy bee
"Let's kick him out"
said frazzled bee
"Tie him up"
said razzled bee
"Oh let's not"
said boozled bee
"Oh why not"
said frizzled bee
In a sizzling tizzy had the bees
the guzzling fizzing grizzly bear
the bamboozling boozing teddy bear
who was swizzling the honey bees
He didn't even know
for he was in a daze
and lost in dizzy gobbling
was his dazzled gaze
and then a puzzle
when the bees began to quaff
the honey and fell on and off
the flowers while they listened
Mozart and Rachmaninoff
why said Hazel bee they didn't care
it's clear there's enough right there
.. enough said Lizzy bee
for all to share
even for guzzling grizzly bear
Each Way And All WaysThe loving sun is smilingEach Way And All Ways in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on each way and all ways
each day and always
Divine winds can blow away
and divine showers rain away
my selfspun clouds
my selfknitted shrouds.
Unmolested In Their Shells And HomesShe lay on the floor of theUnmolested In Their Shells And Homes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
airplane sick from
the anaphylactic shock
of shellfish toxins.
Unlike some others
Because human waste
is dumped into the
shellfish can also
to me or to thee.
One man pulled in
his lobster trap
and was given pause
to find toilet paper
in one lobster's
radiation in the
flesh of sea creatures,
from illegal secret nuclear
waste dumping around
Mercury in fish
harms the memory of the brain
with arsenic, chromium, pcb's
pbb's and thousands of other
toxins in its train.
There are worms
even in Rocky Mountain trout.
To see fish flesh under
would elicit frightened shouts.
Do shellfish have a right
not to be dropped alive
into boiling water
before they meat human knives?
Fish and shellfish
to protest the busting
of their dreams.
Those who leave
them alone in their hells
CloudsClouds...Clouds in Free Verse More Like This
not for long
with their semispherical
curves on top while they are
on the bottom
Merciful rain spun into
Sometimes they are
Lying on ones back
watching them slows
down their audience.
Endless play of shadows
on the sea
With their gray and white
they foil the blue.
Shapeshifters.. their changing
messages from the universe
trick candle emotions_cthere are faces that don't existtrick candle emotions_c in Free Verse More Like This
and love letters never written
down and we will shout until
tree tops crumble and branches
sway, until spines snap and
there are hearts dissolving
in the atmosphere, and ribcages
rusting down on main street,
and hearts were never meant
to breathe on their own, but
we never did learn how to love.
we are people in two separate
worlds with two different
definitions of the same words
and screaming is like killing
to me and laughing is like
drowning to you and we compute
on a daily occasion, through
error messages at least.
we're breaking the world between
our palms to watch the life spill
out of the fault lines and if we don't
know what we're doing, then neither do you.
we're just haphazard at best,
mechanical emotions crossing wires
and calling the misfires beautiful.
make me laugh until my lungs burst,
bleeding four leaf clovers spilling
out through my nostrils and tear ducts,
i'm smoking trick candles at our properly
the sun isn't a candle.you never did learn that beauty can't be painted on rotting ship hulls. decaying wood will always smell like the ocean's betrayal and the salted funeral salute of gilded words. swirling acrylics will only mask the bleak gray and bled-dry sinkhole of your chest. so, you can sit there and call yourself the queen of your world, the mistress of mystery and empress of lust, but you're taking on water and sinking fast and the imploding sea around you is the last grave your cat-eyes will ever witness. you're sinking like a stone in your hate and deception and the one hand that would have pulled you back is the one you gnawed off at the wrist.the sun isn't a candle. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you see, you had the sun in the palm of your greased talons, the whole reason for expanding lungs stitched between your pores and you discarded it like secondhand news. you never did realize: he's the cause of the spinning axel and the foundation of rome and the song the stars sing to dusk-covered fields. oh, you were just too blind to absorb his light!
gamble on me.hey boy,gamble on me. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i think you should know that youre twisting my spine into knots and clogging up my arteries and the least you could do is give me a second of your time. i think you should give me a chance. you should know that you make my hands itch when you smile because i want to brush my thumb over your cheekbones. that my shoulders are trembling because i can imagine them resting against your chest, the idea of the warmth shotgunning straight to my nerves.
i think you should know youre making a relatively sane girl misplace her mind.
and i know youre so much more than youll ever imagine, that you are making me tangle words that once lived tucked safely in my pocket. that my fists are clenched against my legs and my mind is unwound around my skull and youre just tipping jaunty lips without a thought.
you see, ive been bottling this feeling but carbonation is beginning to shove against the cap. and i can feel it fizzing down the sides, leaking out my fing
lend me your heart.turn off the lights in your silver-threaded heart and open your eyes. feel your way through the darkness and ease around the sharp corners of my insecurity. be careful, step lightly, don't bruise yourself on my doubts. if you fall to your knees, just keep crawling forward. don't stop, be brave, i need you close enough to hear my whisper.lend me your heart. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i need another soul in the dark to hear these confessions.
i'm sitting in the middle of the ocean, choking on the reflection of the stars, but i think i'm starting to hear the echo of your pulse. i think i can hear the shallow crashing of your breath on the edge of your lips. so, shh, don't interrupt, because i'm starting now. don't shy from this tsunami of emotion or the callous edge of my well-used, wrung-dry heart. i promise, this won't take long.
i just need someone to hear the fears sending shockwaves down my vertebrae, the lonely terror throbbing in my palms every time they kiss in prayer. i need someone to know that i'm floating in flames, crash
breaking hearts for dummies.spin me around and drain me dry, spit my promises from beneath your teeth and pick my scabs until you have me just where you want. press the bruises where they hurt most, hold me underwater until i'm purple-lipped and blue-tongued and scratching the base of my throat to bleed the oxygen from my veins.breaking hearts for dummies. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
cut my achilles' heel and watch as i stumble down the stairs, watch as i hit the second landing and crumple. tell me i look beautiful broken, tell me not to move a muscle, tell me you're going to take a photograph and i'm going to be f-f-famous for the pretty way i break apart.
tell me a picture's worth a thousand words, but wanted isn't one of them. magic isn't either so make sure i stop believing, stop wishing, stop pulling the stars from the sky and hiding them under my pillow. call me a disease and my heart a rotting corpse.
don't let me get in your way. don't let my quaking distract you, don't stop or pause or wait to hear me whisper no, hear me scream go away, hear
first-class funeral cheers.stick a post-it note on my head and stick me in a drawer as if you'll remember me in the morning. but you won't. not unless i cry, not unless i scream, not unless i throw my words against the walls until you hear the pulse, hear the beat of millions of phrases and definitions and images as wild as jungle throats and murdered lemons.first-class funeral cheers. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
beautiful and tragic, gorgeous and oh, my word, isn't she a genius? but they all boil down to one thing: you're gone. you aren't here. your absence is everywhere. i've erased the ends of my fingertips because they look lonely; i've shoved my hands in the garbage disposal because that's all i am. it's not pathetic, it's just life. it's just realities [a million and two different versions of the same tragedy].
my thoughts are wild, unbridled and, let's face it, stupid. they're suicide jumping off the edge of my tongue. you aren't here to fence them in and the natives are restless. they're leaping brick and mortar and cliff and stone. you aren't here. if i rep
the beautiful edge of ugly_c"you know, we are made of ugly things."the beautiful edge of ugly_c in Free Verse More Like This
"yes, but have you not heard? ugly is the new beautiful. like the way you always seem to pry at my thoughts and know what i'm thinking; the way you make me talk when i really don't feel like parting my lips and lying to you. it's just like the cyanide and razor blades i keep in my medicine cabinet, waiting for the day when i master the definition of defeat."
"then we are the most beautiful thing in the world, because we are spending our days chewing on gunpowder and wilted roses. i spent ten minutes this morning carving your name on the inside of my thigh; somehow, replicating that pain makes me think of you. makes me think of the day when you broke my skin and told me you liked me better when i was coming apart at the seams. i never did tell you, but i've been falling apart ever since."
"i know you've been falling apart, because i've been picking up the pieces i find scattered around. it hurts me more than you would think, but i am
saving hope.tangled within heaven's gilded lies,saving hope. in Free Verse More Like This
you sleep choking on the decay of
a thousand perfumed promises
you are a wildfire: something crazed,
something feral, something dying
slowly with every poisoned breath
you are dissolving as fast as you're
forming, leaving silt and cells strewn
haphazardly in your saltwater wake
you are a supernova: igniting the skies,
setting the constellations aflame with
the final beat of your unruly heart
oh, and i am nothing more than a
simple maiden wading into the
murky waters of your destruction
i am nothing more than a foolish
girl attempting to sing hymns that
will lull your demons to sleep
you see, i am trusting i have the
strength to hold your continents
together when i am falling apart
i am hoping i have the faith
to keep your soul from eroding
when i am frayed and fading
i am closing my eyes, opening my heart and
i am praying i can save you from yourself
i am praying i can save you
i am praying
i am praying
i'm the girl.you want to know who i am?i'm the girl. in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i am the girl falling asleep headfirst on top of the covers to the clackclackclacking of the rain against the windowpane. i am dreaming in tarnished poetry and rotting hopes, birdbone-wrists locking together, fingers plucking the strings along guitar-ribs. i am loving myself even as i pull apart wishbone-veins, stringing myself out across the carpet to pick out the parts i like best.
and i am the girl wandering the aisles of the book store. i am curling in corners with hemmingway, touching the pages like a lover, smelling the ink because im the girl who thinks books smell like faith. im tucking myself between each syllable, climbing down the commas and resting on the vowels. i am sticking my post-it-note-wishes over the adjectives, waiting for the words to bleed through the page and stain the backside of my skin.
and i am the girl holding her elbows when watching the ocean. i am pulling the stitches closed and wincing against the saltwater on my s
it doesn't come free.if you want it, you're going to have to catch it.it doesn't come free. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you're going to have to run until your feet are caked with silt and your mouth is burned with wind, until your heart is laboring behind rusted ribs. you're going to have to chase it through sand storms and ocean tantrums and to the edge of the world and over. you're going to have to strip out of your clothes and inhibitions and fear and pride because it's not slowing down. it's not going to idle in anticipation or pause or give you a fair shake. it's going to twist in currents and cut corners and laugh as it's free diving into still lakes.
if you want it, you're going to have to tempt it.
you're going to have to promise with a honeyed tongue and then confess with bare-boned honesty. you're going to have to be cunning and honest, vulnerable and strong. you're going to have to know the art of silence under blue moon stars and the seduction of words breathed through smoke veils. you're going to have to twist poetry from your capillaries an
OrchidsMy room smells faintlyOrchids in Free Verse More Like This
of something foreign.
My mother says its
but it smells vaguely misguided
like someone not
trying hard enough
& that rotting.
I wonder how flowers
know which way to turn
to face the sun
& about how for my entire life
I've always had it
facing the moon.
Running the DistanceI wait to write thingsRunning the Distance in Free Verse More Like This
like counting the
spider webs of your eyelashes,
veins & tiny hairs
of seeing your face
perfect & glowing like
white sand in moonlight
in the complete darkness
of my room.
I wait because
you have made me wait
for six years
& what is nine months
in the face of that
I can grow the words
like a fetus.
I wait because
you would think it's silly
to imagine things
I've never seen
to create images
based on a longing.
You live in reality
& I have always
straddled the line
But what if
the poems won't come
retreating to my ovaries
when you arrive?
My mind a blank box
you somehow forgot
A BirthingThe training groundA Birthing in Free Verse More Like This
is in toothaches
& back pain
you carry them
carefully as good china
across the desert
All the lessons
of your native ancestors
for a life on
the fishing line edge
there is little relief
in the eye of
learned to walk
over years of accidents
& the fairness of
a too old body
how to laugh like
I screwed myself
to your womb
like a bomb shelter
& by your lilac spirit
for both of us
born of a love
built into a colossus.
LostWhat can I trade for youLost in Free Verse More Like This
the millions of sighs
I send up to god
that are truly repressed rage,
a photograph of you
I took with my memory
& folded to fit
under my corkscrew heart,
the woman who smokes
crossing the parking lot
like a stranger in her own life?
Every book on the shelf
screams your name
that is where you can find me.
Tucked behind the suicides
& the overripe love affairs
waiting in line
for my turn.
RehabsThe doors creak out stories ofRehabs in Free Verse More Like This
every minute I've spent
racing the thoughts in my head
& every time you've smoothed away
my surgery scars
to a fresh finish
like the drywall
you've spent the past
Each time I skulk around the
in the hallways
I can feel all the bar nights
when you held my head
over the side of the freeway
my lipstick smeared across
both our cheeks
& our shapes highlighted
like deformed saints
by lunar carelessness.
Now I've hidden them
under the rugs
with the black widow corpses
& overtired dreams
they can keep their diction
to themselves & the shadow-black.
We don't need it now
you're molding the house
to hold the spiritual currency
we've evolved into
learning to purr at love
instead of hissing & playing
Dark PassengerOnce I realizedDark Passenger in Free Verse More Like This
you were there
spoke the words
"I'm sure I'm capable
of terrible things"
you sprang to life,
started building coffins
for my past
& for my future.
You started the howling
in the back of my brain
from the place I refused
to accept existed.
When were you born
when I was three
& needed protection
but no one ever came
on a white horse
or even a dingy one?
Were you there when
I butchered myself
waiting for me to see
it was never myself
I see you now
an unnatural black deer,
eyes burning in
the color of rage
& antlers sharp enough
to pierce souls.
I've waited for you
my entire life
waiting to love
our new dreadful face.
GuiltYou were drunkGuilt in Free Verse More Like This
balancing on a hillside
like it was
the edge of the world
& twisting a bottle
like a chicken's neck.
You were talking about
how your sadness
hit like a delayed tape
it happened days earlier
but the news only
reached you now.
The bottle kept slipping
trying to escape
with its life
the audio track lost
silence is my enemy
& when I woke up
my metal leg
ached with snow.
Your ImpotenceI grit my teethYour Impotence in Free Verse More Like This
& I'm not even asleep
I want to slap your face
until it turns purple
then fades to yellow
like your soul.
my heart is a chorus
singing the praises
the power and privilege
only given to those
who can accept it,
with all its sorry faults
like their own reflected.
I want to fight
I want you to scream
or scream obscenities
or just scream
or do something
other than apologize
like you gave birth to me,
never realizing what your
& how you turned me out
into a world stuffed to the brim
with hookers on Colfax,
used condoms on the playground swings,
grocery stores where the pedophiles
& junkies converge into
a giant mess of loss & trashiness.
This is not a love song for you
it is a metaphorical kick in the teeth
for all your uninteresting babble
& the way it burns my skin
like sulfuric acid
dear god, is this hell?
all these words in my mouth
taste like rotten eggs
& you're the only one
who's been in there for months
Manmade ConstellationsI listen to volatile musicManmade Constellations in Free Verse More Like This
sung in a sweet voice
pacing the room
like I've forgotten something
I have read us
backwards & forwards
trying to find the place
where we fell in love
was it when you sat
on your parents' couch
like an angry wasp's nest,
when you decided
I was an addiction,
the first time we shared
Or was it before that
when I saw myself reflected
in the dangerous eyes
of your plans
& wasn't about to let you go
I know what it is
purring against my neck
as I fall asleep
& every star above me
is one you've made.
Cleaning HouseI've been cleaningCleaning House in Free Verse More Like This
out the closet
making room to hide
the dead mothers,
that don't fade
in the sun
& every thought
bordering the edge
Sylvia & Anne will
finger the hems
of your jeans
Virginia holding her
above the girlish
The fear of mirrors,
labor pains of panic
induced by parades
& foreign words of sleep
in cream & gold boxes
patterning the lids
to secret their insidiousness
in something beautifully
I fold my little insanities
& put them in the bureau
throwing away all the
Happy MemoriesHappy Memories:Happy Memories in Free Verse More Like This
We live in moments
Recorded as memories
Happy in the past
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th April 2012
A Viking RebornA Viking Reborn:A Viking Reborn in Free Verse More Like This
The Gods have called upon me
In a time when the hammer's sign.
Has fallen from the heavens
By the bloody heathen's design.
Now weeping for the children;
That will never know his name.
Odin has now sent me
To ease our inner pain.
Remember the days of old
Where once we sailed the seas.
We used to be the masters
Of the mountains and the trees.
We tamed the rushing waters
And sailed across the world.
No mortal man could match us;
Even mermaids gave us pearls!
Our strength was the very fire
That roared in the dragon's belly.
We proudly wore the scales
From the beasts in the valley.
The dreaded monsters of legend
Trolls and Giants alike.
We fought them all and won;
We defeated the Thunder Shrike!
The heart that beats within us
Once carried a sacred fire.
A world in which we've lost that
Has a fate that's rather dire!
Out there beyond the stars
Lies a sea that thrives anew.
The vast ocean of space;
You know it to be true!
Where once we sailed the rivers
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:Counting All the Voices in Free Verse More Like This
How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.
As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.
I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.
But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!
Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept
That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
Disconnect Yourself [Remix]Disconnect Yourself [REMIX]:Disconnect Yourself [Remix] in Free Verse More Like This
Is it so easy to pull your wire
Out from the inside?
(The kiss of Cyanide)
You drank the poison
And lived a lie
(That you could not deny)
Your mind was like stone
But then it started to break...
Now drifting helplessly
You shattered like glass
Knowing that you're fake...
The empty shell, that you grew
Has started to come undone...
Piece by piece
You're breaking apart; and it weighs a ton!
The wire inside me
The blood in my veins
(A memory of an ancient pain)
Knowing that I
Am nothing but a fake
(The self you cast away)
Dreaming of times
When the world was simple
Not simply made of masks...
You lost yourself
When you took a sip
From the horrid poison glass...
So face yourself in the mirror
And look the person in the eye
Can you disconnect yourself from this vision
Or will you be the first to die?
"I dare you, to pull the wire..."
-Chen Yuan Wen ft. Rue (Relic-Angel), 14th March 2012
Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:Sweet Little Angels in Free Verse More Like This
You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...
But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently
You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights
They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade
Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting
So that one day, you might both embrace each other once more...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th June 2012
Memories of WarMemories of War:Memories of War in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
This is All About YouThis Is All About You:This is All About You in Free Verse More Like This
Most people giving you advice, might take a quote from a book
Most people giving you advice, have never had a real look
So from someone who's been watching, let me lay my heart bare
I want to show you all the special things, about the girl for whom I care
She always does her very best, no matter how tough the task
Even when she's struggling, she puts on a brave mask
She's always trying to learn new things, just for a chance to make you proud
She can be a little bit quiet, but I think that's better than being loud
She's not the very best in sports, I know she can be kind of a klutz
But she smiles and goes on anyway, now that takes a lot of guts...
She gets embarassed pretty easily and gets far too nervous to talk
But I know she'd like it if we held hands, whenever we went for a walk
She doesn't need a lot of pretty things, she just wants someone who cares
I bet she'd like to have someone, whom she knew would always be there
I remember when she tried to cook
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
Gutter- Potatoes Loch, many years ago, had discovered that he was a morning person. This was to the dismay of his father, who, despite having to wake up early most mornings, had always been more partial to sleeping late. Loch had made it a habit of running to his father's bedroom and jumping onto his bed to wake him up as a morning ritual. At least, a ritual until his father ordered Opello to keep Loch occupied when he woke up in the mornings.Gutter- Potatoes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, however, Loch knew that his perception of a morning person and Nemi's were entirely different. At least, he thought as he fumed into his pillow, I woke up with the sun, and not before. Nemi had woken him a few moments ago, reminding him cheerfully that he had offered to help Min this morning. Loch lay still for a few more moments, grumbling quietly to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his feet off the bed, shivering a little when they touched the cold floo
Gutter- The LenoreThe Laughing Sailor was, in Loch's opinion, the perfect example of a tavern- at least, the kind his father had warned him to stay away from. So, naturally, it lifted his spirits a little to go inside. Most of the men were already roaring drunk, a few girls were sitting in the laps of strangers and giggling foolishly, and Loch was certain that there was a brawl beginning in the corner of the room.Gutter- The Lenore in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This was soon confirmed when one of the men threw another onto a table, sending crockery and mugs clattering everywhere, while the surrounding people began egging the two on.
"Over here," Nemi said, pulling him towards the barman, an ugly fellow with dark eyes and very little hair left. He leered at Nemi as they approached, and gave her a condescending snort when they were in front of him.
"Wha' ya want now, girl?" The man asked her, reaching down and beginning to clean out a glass in a dirty pail of water that he had set under the bar.
"Oh, nothing much," Nemi replied airily, gesturing
Gutter- Chapter One Looking around the large tunnel she was currently in, she decided against moving him up the stairs and onto above ground. She doubted, if she was found by any guards, that they would believe her tale of how she came to find him. And Nemi didn't fancy being blamed for whatever mess she had stumbled upon, especially with him being who he was- at least high class, but he could even be...Gutter- Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Banishing the thought and considering the boy critically, Nemi reached down and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and attempted to hoist him up, giving a squeak of surprise when she realized that he was heavier than he looked. She adjusted him a bit before spotting something on the ground near him- the piece of parchment the other man had been holding earlier. Setting him back on the ground, she picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising in surprise at the letters scribbled onto it. It was written in a strange, flowing letteri
Gutter(Prologue)Gutter in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A wet splash echoed in the twisting chamber each time one of Nemi's boots made contact with the dank water coating the floor. Despite the slime clinging to her boots, however, Nemi's expression stayed determined, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Her splashing steps were fixed in a continuous, rather monotonous rhythm, until she reached a fork in the tunnels, where they paused. A few moments later, she turned on her heel and chose the left passage, confidence making her steps lighter than before. The package slung over her shoulder swung back and forth as she walked, but she didn't seem concerned in the slightest for it's welfare, tossing it over her shoulder to get it out of her way when it slipped forward again.
Twenty years ago, a person traveling this far underground, even in the treacherously winding sewers, would be decidedly normal. The underground sewers had then been a source
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
Hug"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"Hug in Short Stories More Like This
"It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you."
"...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke."
"You could try the line again? I will laugh this time."
"No. It's ruined now."
"Is that why you are upset, then?"
"I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke."
"You are upset. Your symptoms show it."
"Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop using your weird power things."
"They are not weird."
"Maybe not on Mars."
"I didn't come from Mars."
"You know what I mean!"
"Sometimes I am not sure, little earthling."
"Seriously. Don't call me that."
"I have nothing else to call you, since you stated that you preferred me not to call you Elizabeth Sandra Lener."
"That's my full name. Just call me Liz. D
turn aroundyour skin was the color of unbroken snowturn around in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the boys made a game of how far you would go
now you're losing the battle for beauty and wealth
but the strength that you need you will find in yourself
turn around miss vegas dreams
he won't really care if you leave
you don't belong to the drugs and the lust
i'll be your compass if you learn how to trust
remember the days when you were so sure
that this city was magic and your motives pure
you know you still have that sparkle and grace
so put down the bottle and get out of this place
turn around miss starcrossed skies
you're so caught up in all their lies
you don't belong to the hunger and pain
put on a coat and get out of the rain
you've got that potential, that fire in your eyes
take care of yourself and don't let that hope die
there's a time to love and a time to cry
but it's time to make it out alive...
turn around miss jaded heart
life's a dream that left you scarred
you don't belong to the bitter and dead
and you'll never see the star
shredding starsThere was a girl who shredded stars.shredding stars in Fantasy More Like This
She plucked them like fruits, frayed them like fiber, and strung them out like Christmas lights across her loom. She only worked by night because even the softest of sunlight rendered the starthreads invisible, so fine you couldnt even feel them. And when the sun went down, she wove those threads into cloth like silk.
They left scars and calluses across her fingers as they flickered and danced and burned. Her hands were a rough patchwork of criss-crossed fire kisses, but they were as sure as ever when she took her silver silk from the loom and began to embroider it with moonshadow.
It took her seven days to weave her robe of stars, and every day the milky light grew a little paler. The stars began to fade while she kept them in the darkness of the cellar, because the suns warmth still permeated. They were unused to small spaces and they were unsure about burning so close to each other and they ached to stretch their auras out into flarin
static electricity and...I'm a little like an empty grave and a lot like standing too close to a star.static electricity and... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm a different color every day.
I act like a rockstar
(push them around, push them away),
like I'm all about too good for you,
for all this,
because inside I'm melted glass
and I can't feel the way human beings are supposed to.
I should have been born a thundercloud, a wave crashing on every beach, wild with beauty and fury and seeing ghosts in the mist. I'm a misfit, an accident with kinetic energy peaking just before I happen like an avalanche, a hurricane, a natural disaster.
I'm strange like static electricity, like spontaneous combustion. I'm a child who will fold a thousand paper cranes and forget what she wanted. I'm shadows and prisms- bent. I laugh too loud and talk too quiet, and I pretend I don't care because it sounds better.
I'm right on the edge of the spectrum, and I'll probably leave you blind if you stick around too long. I'm a flight risk, always just about to leave, never in love enough. I
teslaI loved Nikola Tesla, and when my hair began to curl and my tongue crackled, he told me,tesla in Free Verse More Like This
hold on tighter, baby, it's going to get so much brighter than this.
Marconi whispered sweet nothings over the transmitter, and as the frequency hummed right through my bones, he said,
sing it out, sweetheart, or be shaken apart at the joints.
Then there was Da Vinci, who wanted to paint myths into my skin, and while he diagrammed my organ structure, he'd whisper,
honey, your bones are going down in history.
When Pierre Curie trailed glowing kisses down my neck, I felt my veins decay, radiating pulses of electrostatic magnetism, and as my heart made quantum leaps he warned,
light it up, love, you can't fight fission.
young summerI never want to grow older, no-young summer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to drive until the horizon falls into the ocean,
I want to dance away everything that ever hurt,
I want to fall in love againandagainandagain.
Theres a sort of comfort that rakes across my scalp when the wind blows, and I never want to forget.
I never want to fall asleep, unless
It means waking up at the beginning of a new day every single time I open my eyes.
I want to walk in the rain with soaking shoes,
I want to sing while splashing in all the puddles,
I want to ride this rollercoaster until the city lights go dark.
Because this ride isnt over yet, baby, so throw your hands up and scream.
I never want to be another face in the crowd,
Not when I could be a star or a flashbulb or a fire.
I want to laugh until it hurts without feeling silly,
I want to soak in the starlight on the rooftops,
I want to be so alight with life that it spills over my lashes and runs down my cheeks and I cant stop smiling.
brokentownBroken glass in the gutter, babybrokentown in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Broken dreams out on the street
Broken hearts on every corner, darling
Shattered ground beneath their feet
There's kids dying to be rich
And there's girls dying to be thin
While the rest of us keep drinking
Cause we love the taste of sin
Dirty little secrets
Eat me up inside
Dirty little pictures
From a life I tried to hide
Broken glass in the gutter, baby
Broken dreams out on the street
Broken hearts on every corner, darling
Shattered ground beneath their feet
Beneath the smoke the city burns
A haze of cigarettes and lust
There's a magic in destruction, girl
In every falsehood that we trust
So seek your comforts somewhere else
Take your broken hearts and heroin
Back to your house and lock the doors
Forget the places that you've been.
The Thing About ClichesI.The Thing About Cliches in Free Verse More Like This
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys, and drugs.
Wed find footprints in the sand and read angels into them. Wed collect rejected roses, tarnished rings, and hopeful held breaths where the tides washed them up, tie them up with ribbon, and cork it all away for someone else to worry about.
This is not a romance either.
So instead I baked coffee cake while it rained, and picked the wee
sept 30 (2000 ton kiss)sept. 30sept 30 (2000 ton kiss) in Letters More Like This
October on the wing
i can tell things are getting bad again because i start thinking in poetry
all the sharp edges of the world stuck beneath my unguarded skin
feeding me imagery and sensation intravenously
i gag on the words as they spill onto the page, overwhelmed, drowning.
on bad days i watch the trains pass and think about hitching a ride,
southbound and down, out of this place.
on worse days i think about standing on the tracks with whiskey on my lips,
waiting on a 2000 ton kiss.
GardeningYou wished I was sun-swept sky;Gardening in Free Verse More Like This
I am a corrugated sea.
You wanted a t-shirt and
a poem that wasn't there-
I gave you petals and thorns.
Yesterday I cut the rosebush down;
you drank coffee, and
you watched tv.
CotoneasterLunchtime found me in the uncut yard,Cotoneaster in Free Verse More Like This
seeking cotoneaster planted years before,
left like a child, to thrive or die.
Still there, it sputtered green
beneath black raspberry and goldenrod.
Berries coming on
tasted of shade and sun;
grass reached high as knees
where it broke through.
Behind the bluebird box
a bloom of milkweed grew,
it was alive
in more than ordinary ways.
a honeybee O'Hare.
SubtractionWhen the scything was not yet doneSubtraction in Free Verse More Like This
she sat, a run of sweat between her breasts,
a nascent blister on her palm--
before she took the whetstone to the blade.
Lower down the hill the horses grazed,
tails brisk against the flies,
coats damp in the torpid air.
Robbed, she was.
The day was loud with birds and bugs;
the mowing smelled like lust or love,
She sat and watched the silver sky
and felt the wetness dry along her ribs,
along her thighs and tired arms.
She watched the swallows courting.
One plus one.
GhostSweet the hum of a soft night;Ghost in Free Verse More Like This
I know summer will slip away,
but now it is warm and the dark sings.
It was September
the last time you were in my arms;
I lay with you, thinking,
"You are here, you are still here."
The Death of VenusIf there lived in the world a manThe Death of Venus in Free Verse More Like This
as rugged and as strong as I,
who could forbear with me yet go against,
who took to the black woods and the silver hills
who savored salt and the lay of fur
with fingertips of dirt and weather,
whose lips rolled words like smoke, like fog-
I would creep into his arms in the prologue of the night,
air sweet with the scent of new-cut hay,
alive with the nightjar's call.
Crows"Crows," I whisper and she flies,Crows in Free Verse More Like This
brown arrow shot
from the bowstring of a word.
Danaus PlexippusThe scent of milkweed bloom is fairy breathDanaus Plexippus in Free Verse More Like This
laced through a summer breeze;
you see them when the sun has burnt away the dew-
the magic things at play. They taste and tease,
drift and rise among the pollen-heavy flowers,
orange-streaked black against the lavender and green;
you gaze across the milkweed sea and breathless,
watch your wishes fly, your heart take wing.
Eden"The names, they live right here," she said,Eden in Free Verse More Like This
and with the blunt end of the rosewood knife
she struck the bony place below her breast.
"Black Gilliflower. Look."
The skin was past the shade of darkest blood;
she lifted out another from the bowl.
"A Russet. Feel the skin,
as coarse as sand and tawny gold,
and on the tongue it whispers psalms.
Ashmead Kernel, Winesap."
She said it like a prayer,
or like a gentle letter's parting line-
almost he thought he heard,
"I miss you when you go."
She took the knife, and lightly split the ruddy black.
"It nearly makes me cry to pare the skin away,
but when the crust is browned,
and when the juices rise and burst and drip
against the pan, I will forget,"
and reaching back into the bowl
she chose a Cox Orange Pippin
and she offered it to him.