I can barely remember the last words I said.
Your heart was so broken; your eyes full of dread.
"It's not like I meant it, I really didn't mean-"
but it was already too late; your eyes set the scene.
AsylumThe walls are white,
so are the floors.
This place were I live has no doors.
It smells of nothing.
Not flowers, nor rain.
Sometimes it gets hard just to keep sane.
I look at the wall,
but somethings not right.
You can’t tell it’s morning, noon, or night.
It’s driving me crazy,
I’m pulling my hair,
but, my arms can’t get there.
I move my arms with all my strength.
They remain in the same place.
Tears sting my frustrated face.
I feel a sting,
burning my skin,
Then reality seems to fade out and in.
The walls are white,
so are the floors.
This place where I live has no doors.
It smell of nothing.
Not flowers, nor rain.
In reality I guess I’m not really sane.
Check ListCHECK LIST:
Heart feeling with welling regret...
Still reminded of the words I fear...
Now it’s her who you are kissing...
VolumeTheir screams are loud
my music's louder
bang on the door all they want
I’m not coming out
raise their voices
I’ll raise the volume
anything is better than being out there
Walk away and leave me alone
Don’t they ever get tired of it?
I know I do
Turn up the volume
and drown out the sorrow
Bang on the door all they want
I’m never coming out
ROTG A New bloom Arises: PROLOGE PROLOGE:
The first time I planted a seed was in the middle of my parents argument. The yelling and screaming grew worse each day and every time I'd just grit and bear it. Every time, I would plant another seed. When ran out of seeds I would run off during another argument and buy some more with, what my aunt and uncle called behind my back, “pity” money. And each time I was greeted with the same old lady who told me folktales about The Guardians, the were nonsense, of course, but at least they were better than hearing the harsh words my parents had to say.
On November 29, my first flower bloomed. I ran into my parents room, only to find that Mom had already left for work and Dad was sleeping on the couch. So, I celebrated in their place. Gathering all my plants with their decorated pots and freshly put soil, I set them around my desk, pouring each one it's own drink; only to pour it in their pot for them to drink.
Sometimes I'd talk
Rise of the Guardians: Goodbye”Promise me you won’t ever forget us…” Jack whispered in my ear, “Promise that you’ll tell stories of us to your children. Never stop them from believing.”
”But will I ever see you again? Will I ever see any of you again?!” I said, panic growing in my stomach. I looked up at him, there were tears in his eyes, “Jack? What’s wrong? Why won’t you look at me?! Answer me!”
He then looked up at me, tears budding in his crystal blue eyes. “I’m sorry Becca, but all snow eventually melts. Farewell..” Jack slowly started fading away, leaving only a small snowflake behind. The other guardians also began to fade.
I looked around frantically, “Jack?! Santa?! Bunny?! Toothfairy?! Sandman?! This has got to be some kinda joke! Please don’t go, don’t leave me!” I ran to my window, stumbling on the way. There was no one. My bones grew cold, my heart stopped.
They were gone…
I'll WaitI'll wait for you from dawn 'till dusk,
invisible to your eyes.
I'll stand out in the bitter cold,
even listen to your lies.
Deep inside we're tied together,
the string of fate connects.
I'll stand out in the pouring weather,
waiting for fate to deal its decks.
And when you finally turn around,
see me from the heart.
Our love will be bound,
we'll never let it fall apart.
So I'll wit for you day by day,
even if the answer is only a "may".
Being Pro-Life isn't easy."Prolifers’ are crazy fascists
Who complain about abortion,
They put some cells before a life,
And chastise a woman for her choices.
They must not understand,
How it feels to be judged,
To be hated or shunned down upon.
Or deprived of love."
But get this straight right now,
Because that’s not at all true
I have a really good feeling,
You don’t know what we go through.
Pro- life isn’t about abortion,
Whether a fetus is alive or not,
It has a much more deeper meaning,
And it would help to give it some thought.
Pro-life fights for those,
Who are alone, depressed or scared
Who think death is the only way,
To get them anywhere.
Prolife fights for those,
Who are beaten, for their orientation
or those who are looked down by the nation.
Pro life fights for those,
Who starve in other countries,
Why do you think Catholic Groups,
Go to feed the poor and hungry?
Prolife fights for those,
Who simply have nothing left,
Who are alone in the world,
And are welcomed by onl
StargazingThe stars are watching me tonight
as I am gazing at them too,
and imagine what it feels right
beside the one I love; It's you.
I picture you as one of them,
illuminating from afar.
I'll gaze at you, like precious gem,
and dream that we will be at par.
Little messagesJust when another lonely day, starts to bring me down,
I could be out shopping or just strolling around.
I think of you of course, as I always do.
My dearest love, I´m still missing you.
My sadness, it begins to show,
it is no use, the tears just flow.
Then your spirit seems to talk to me,
cos everywhere there´s a message I see.
Messages on book covers, tell me" I should trust in me".
even on some bath salts, says "don´t worry be happy".
"Keep your chin up", "let your angel always be your guide".
It´s then I know you´re still there for me, always by my side.
The tears still flow, they always will
but now I know you are with me still.
It brings me comfort, it picks me up.
I know for sure, I´ll always have your love.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach November 2014
Is it odd that I guessed my fate before I could even piece it together?
With my father and his cruel teachings.
My mother and her superiority.
My brother and his anger.
My sister and her detachment.
I've been smiling this whole time..
This whole time!
But that's all I ever did.
Not breathing, not catching a breath.
But now, I understand why I didn't.
For each time I breathed, I breathed glass.
Sharp pointed shards.
Piercing my throat, cutting my tongue, blood gushing from every slash.
Thick crimson lava dripping down to my adam's apple.
Blood flying out with each cough.
Oh-how this pain defines me!
Oh-how I wish it didn't.
CatharticShut the door and breathe a sigh,
Not many understand
How truly vital is this time;
I take my pen in hand.
I lock myself inside my brain
And tuck away the key;
And finally I open up
Into a writing spree.
Sunlight rushes in upon
The cobwebs of my soul;
The stale air is swept away
My thoughts can now unroll.
Scattering mosaic words
In frenzies on the page;
My spirit soars in victory
Like swallows from a cage.
The bottled feelings that I hide
Find refuge and release;
This quiet pen-and-paper world
Enfolds my heart in peace.
Disastrous EscapeNow I know of your pain
please stop lying,
you know you're going insane
I want to save you from yourself
They hurt you
and I want to help you
but we both know
how this is going to end
I'll run to beg you stop
but I'm too late
as I see the gun drop
I'll find your body on the ground
with blood scattered
I touch your face
so serene, so cold
I will not leave your story untold
for this was your disastrous escape.
I've Done What I CanYou’ll be able to see one day
I’ll never lose my faith in you
If there’s something you want to say
You know just what to do
I’ll be waiting here for your voice
I've already done what I can for now
But it’s up to you to make the choice
You’re the only one that knows how
No matter how dark the night
There is nothing to fear
There’s no need to fight
The dawn is already here
The Savage Setting SunI stood upon a growling rock
Amidst a rabid sea,
And looked into the shutting eye.
That glared right back at me.
And as I stared into the eye,
This savage setting sun,
I could not help but shed a tear
To see its life was done.
The glint of red upon the waves,
It slowly seemed to slip
Behind the gold horizon like
A fleeting funeral ship.
And in a feral funeral chant
The ocean seemed to roar.
I faintly heard the pipe of Pan
That howled upon the shore.
The wind joined in this symphony.
It howled with dancing Pan
And echoed through the hallowed earth
And through the hearts of man.
The innocence of savagery,
Barbaric songs of yore
Like wild Cuhullin cried
And then were heard no more.
The glowing eye was finally shut;
The ship had finally gone
Far, far away into the deep
And silent great beyond.
The waves then ceased their feral chant,
And Pan his flute’s sweet trill;
The wind then ceased it’s mighty howl
And all the earth was still.
I stood amidst this silence and
I beat my thro
I know.I see those moments that we were happy.
Forever encaptured by that oaken framed glass.
Those memories shall forever be locked away in my golden vault.
But I think the issue is that we won't have them anymore.
Our tea scented home would never be crowded with our aroma.
Our burning fireplace won't be relit.
Those chairs outside would never again be used.
We both have a different road.
One that has million of paths, and thousands of passages.
But something is odd.
Even though I know this..
I still hope and crave for a day where I can hold onto you.
I mourn and lament for that one moment where our hands would brush..
But our lives are different.
And I am letting go.