Lead to your own broken heart.
Wise up. Love yourself.
Enjoy being you.
Love who you truly are, and
The world will follow.
of clouds and lightningyour lips crashed into mine
with such velocity,
the lasting momentum
could cause thunder to roll on
for an eternity.
your frame cascaded over mine
and enveloped me in fallacy.
the electric air is truly envious
of just how cruel you can be.
the clouds weep.
they, too, are ripped apart,
time and time again. quickly.
always the same, an endless cycle.
it goes on.
sprites and sparks reach down
from the skies, through the clouds,
to caress the earth briefly
and ultimately set it ablaze.
ventingyou are more infectious than the goddamn
human immunodeficiency virus.
you crawl through a person's veins and body
and wrack their minds with manipulation.
you build them up with words of pettily worded adoration,
then slice them apart with a simple "i was lying."
that is all you seem to do. how much of you
is even real, i wonder?
a hundred pounds of fallacy on top of me.
literally. how absolutely crude.
ironic, it seems. you love the crude.
and yet when i attempt to whisper my feelings,
like insects at your tiny morbid feet, they rush by!
noticed, yes, but ignored. you do not even bother
to stomp all over them as they crawl
under your toes, begging for light again.
Melatonin Mondaymorning mist of
melatonin drenched mondays
lies sifting in the wind
i never understood
why they named storms
i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
shock me like an electric volt
i need revival
lather rinse repeat
lather rinse repeat
garbage lining old roads
garbage lining false words
is there a difference?
i taste blood
when i think of you too much
lather rinse repeat
lull me back to sleep
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
Ice cream, pavement
Melting dreams down the grille
Blue eyes crying, a hug from Mom
But still leaving a sense of loss
No kind words can comfort
Nor ease the pain
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