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StrangerA pair of warm eyes flicker on my presence,
Familiar to my own eyes and my dreaming,
A moment which creates a private pleasance —
A lustful haven leaving my mind gleaming.
The handsome face that holds the eyes that see me
Is not unknown, yet still a quite strange vision;
For I’ve not been acquainted with the right key
To free our characters present division.
“The key or stay a stranger?” I inquire;
For when a stranger, fantasy is master;
The beauty of my thoughts will not expire;
The foretold love won’t end in due disaster.
I must cede for pleasure over distance,
To guarantee this silent loves existence.
The EndIt lurks in the night from the peak of your life –
That time when potential is great.
It creeps up behind you, its mouth in your ear,
And forecasts your pestilent fate.
It starts when it digs all its nails in your back
Like knives slicing undercooked meat.
With a dorsal incision straight into your spine,
The pain spreads right down to your feet.
Your once sturdy posture will now be a slouch,
Your once robust muscles will wane.
You’ll want to keep dancing and prancing about,
But now with exertion comes pain.
And just when you thought it would leave you in peace,
You sense that it’s only begun.
Next it will target your reason and wit
With violent malice and fun.
Thrusting its fangs through the skin on your arms
It will travel around in your blood –
Polluting whatever is pure that remains –
Turning your plasma to mud.
Eventually it will be time to sit down,
With no further reason to rise.
Defacing what’s left of your crumbling frame,
This is when it tak
WiltingLast night I went for a walk in the rain —
The wet droplets piercing my jugular vein —
Flooding my body, from nose to toes,
‘Til I surged from my bud like a petaling rose.
Out in the distance, beyond the dark road,
The rain falling hard, a black figure showed.
Flailing quite madly in the vicious night breeze,
It galloped towards me with a masterful ease.
I focused my eyes on this ghost I could see,
But I fathomed that all I could see was a tree.
Just me and a tree, alone in the spray.
Alone, yet again; I’m wilting away.
AloneI am a rock--
Jagged all around.
I have not been in the water long enough
To be eroded down.
The bolder knocked me from the precipice;
It knocked me to the ground.
Falling, falling, falling.
There’s water all around.
Soaking my every sound.
Insipid I stay,
Unchanged in every way.
When will I be found?
Mother, motherIt is your day, it is your day,
They say, they say. Who says?
The sellers with their desperation
For pay, for pay –
With no delay of foul play.
Mother, mother, it is your day –
Your day for toast in bed
Or porridge, or tea on a tray.
Next a card, a cake, a present
Or two – you are the prey to this day,
A prey to this commercial spray.
Why must it be this way?
I love you, I say, I say.
We love you, today, today.
Not just today, but every day.
What more is there to say?
Mothers are essential
In this biological array,
With the egg and the womb
And their gift of DNA.
But more so it is their love,
Your love to the child and its play
From the start to the end
Of the life, the year, the day.
You will never go away.
So thank you, dear mother,
For not just today,
But every day that you will stay
Here among the earth and clay.
I hope you never do decay.
Hello Goodbye.Hi, are you speaking with me? Well you claim to be, but I just don't agree.
Your eyes point right down, and you seem to just frown, and all I can see is the top of your crown.
Do you even care if I reply? If my opinions defy, then will things go awry?
There's no way to converse unless we're immersed in each other's perspectives – even the adverse.
Are you to hear what I think? With a sigh and a blink, I can see your mind shrink.
And I know it will close, and I'll end up exposed to a vapid exchange with a man I oppose.
This NatureThe shy river winds through towering bush,
Such a view to behold from above!
The rustling trees make one feel quite at ease,
Oh, an impossible air to not love!
The vast vegetation that fences the land,
Much to the wild fauna's please,
Shelters the place with a bountiful grace
And it safeguards from humans' disease.
When one becomes ailed by societal drab
One may saunter along down to this bank.
With a gracious demeanour, the mind may become cleaner,
And there'll be no one but nature to thank.
For whence looking on down at this rivers free flow,
A thought may occur deep inside.
It can put one at ease, allow ones heart to unfreeze,
And may cure ones boorish human pride.
"Just look at this place," the thought may announce,
"It's abundant with all except man,
I can see that this earth had a much ancient birth
Before the being of humans began."
Now of course we all know this – it's inherently clear
But with learned textbook theory aside,
Until we can see it and learn we can't flee it,
Hot SoupWhen the darkness floods your wasting thoughts
And you feel you can't survive,
Open your window and breathe the fresh air;
Remember: you're still alive.
Notice the sky, whether clouded or clear,
Smell the clean scent of the rain,
Hear the breeze in the marvellous trees,
For the world is far from mundane.
Accept what there is, and lift your head high,
There's not enough time to be grim,
Right now you are cold, and life is hot soup,
So fill your cup up to the brim.
The GrimMy father grabs my mother,
He drags her to the ground,
His hands so tight around her neck
She hardly makes a sound.
Abhorrent shrieks and hopeless cries,
My mother gasps for air.
My eardrums bleeding from the noise,
The sight too much to bear.
I flee towards my silent room,
I shut the door with care.
I'll pretend I've been asleep for months,
I'll pretend I am a bear.
I climb inside the darkened closet;
It's gloomy and mystique.
Perhaps I ought to rest my eyes,
The darkness makes me weak.
Immersed in swathes of blankets and fur,
My pulse begins to drop.
Imaginations free from hold,
Reality starts to stop.
Dreams of summer and tender warmth,
Where bears are free to play.
The sun beams bright, an astounding delight,
No hibernation today.
Six, seven, eight, nine,
Finally more than just three.
We mould together in jovial peace,
Just for this moment I'm free.
Yet the grim reality conquers all,
And I'm forced to leave my lair.
I open the latch on my window pane,
And inhale the cold night air.
On reflectionOn looking back into your past
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
No more Glory DaysAppropriate behavior will make students soar quickly
Technology controls the student's minds, wasting valuable time
Treating your fellow classmates with respect
Inexperienced students fall behind, destroying their futures
Tick-tock, tick-tock, you are running out of time...
Under the clock's constant melody, it rings throughout your ears
Don't fall behind; time runs out from everyone
Everybody has those days...don't let the failure consume you!
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energy
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
QuatrainMirrored by a rippling shadow
Looming over the watery reflection
Their bodies reaching high with golden tips
Bestowed by the waning light of nature
Burdened by an ageless battle
Their old scabrous impression
The serene elevation over Earth's pits
Nestled within verdant nature's cradle
Pelted by hail until leaves turn to tatter
The leaves regrow with nature's own fixation
High enough to grasp the sky to sip
Drinking deep from Neptune's own ladle
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly said
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your untamed rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you alone created
So I dug down deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the f
ConfidenceOnly by trying can we find out what is what is wrong and what is right.
Only by risking damn cold shower can we find our true forever lover.
Only by creating our own blend can we meet a lifelong friend.
Only by treating others with respect can we the same of them expect.
Listening to your lies..Pulling on my insides..
Spilling my intestines..
Burning my throat..
Searing my body.
Listening to your lies,
is like being stung with a million bees,
being stabbed a million times,
being set on fire,
and then peed on..
Stop lying to me..Just tell me what you really mean!
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must flee
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
Free From MeShades of black under tired brown eyes
Gravity's force makes it harder to rise
I'm sick of this bed and this room and this mess
Where have I gone? I've lost my finesse
Discoloured marks – they cover my skin
My body is sore from my toes to my chin
I can't stop the thoughts that bleed from my mind
They rupture my health and make me unkind
I envy the grace of the leaves on the trees
Outside they dance with the flowers and bees
Why can't I be like a leaf on a tree?
I just want to be free from me.
Some days I wake and bounce out of bed
'Today is the day!' I shout in my head
Yet it doesn't take much to become disenchanted,
To put my head down, to take life for granted
With expectations as high as the clouds in the sky
Real life disappoints like an uncooked stir fry
I know what to do and how I should act
Yet the thoughts in my head keep holding me back
'Fuck you,' they say, 'there's not a thing you can do'
I just want to cry and scream out 'fuck you too'
Until I am fine I'll just sit an
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