Shy in words,
But bold in text..
The settings of fiction,
Plots not expressed.
Memory of ideas,
Long felt suppressed.
Grasps of what once was meant to articulate,
The before phrases, stories, left behind.
Silent in speech,
When forgotten in writing.
HumanCome down to terms with what you hate about yourself,
Or what you hate about others.
We, as a whole and individually, have the power to move on.
A simple goal can become a reality on the turn of a new chapter,
And every day is a new beginning.
The beginning owns a plot,
Where everything else can be changed by a single influence.
Did you know that you can do anything?
Be what you want to be.
Heck, dream big! The limits are only yours.
After all, somebody else did it, a human like you.
Want to be one of a kind, make something new?
Well, who's stopping you?
Everything we know today had to have had a start.
I also wanted to let you in on a secret:
What counts as "beautiful" had a start, too.
Not everyone thinks that model bodies, male or female,
Are as appealing as what you are.
Skinny, thin, chubby, curvy, muscular, what have you,
What you feel about yourself can be the result of fear.
Do you fear to be unloved?
Do you fear anything, actually?
Fear is a part of being human,
Reality of Fiction in AddictionAll this up-beat public will ever see
Is just a new way to deal with me,
Not the curative to remedy my escape.
How this new-found vendee will rent me out
Hollow and discard any doubt,
Leaving behind what I once thought of myself.
Not easy finding comfort in mistake
When all you have are needles and opaque,
An overdose? Well, really, it isn't clear.
Anyways, I haven't a care
My own home turns the other cheek
I can't remember if I was that weak,
If or not my lies were really the truth.
So I guess this reality in fiction
Was just another horrible addiction,
If I could, I'd leave it right away.
..But we're all impotently the same..
Here I am, without a prayer
Here I am, with rope, neck-bare,
Although, I guess, this isn't fair.
Anyways, I haven't a care.
ContrastUnable to stand,
Immobile to fight.
Why can't I help?
And it isn't the distance,
But rather the time.
Where the problems of day,
Hide the blessing of night.
Threadbare of their home.
One earthquake for change,
By the crisp outer-sphere of the desolate moon.
No one asked how the stars could fall from the sky,
No one thought twice as the hurricane of galaxy consumed them.
They hadn't known the impending confinement,
Of opening truth,
As it melts and drops through the crevice of day.
Of light and dismay, irrecoverably abrupt.
Void. ((Part two)) Traversa opened her eyes. The same hue was kept as usual, although the new bed of snow attempted to add brightness. She stood up, shivering as the fallen ice seemed to cease the blood beneath her blistered and thick skin. The humanoid then gazed upon her world.
She saw hope through the emptiness. Perhaps one day, what was lost will be found.
Looking up, Traversa saw a sight for sore eyes. She wondered if now would be the time she could learn the language of another.
Dropping from the sky was a mass of scales-an animal of the air, one with wings spreading far beyond eight feet each. It owned talons of either top of said wings, and its reptilian, white skin grazed the mimicking snow with its landing. The fauna of flight stumbled forward in a panic, then turned its serpent-like face to Traversa and let out a painfully loud hiss as a warning.
Understanding the hint, the wanderer stumbled away. Once again she found herself lost in thought, asking why the animal wa
Leather HeartThick-skinned bound,
Beneath your own idiotic senses.
Your wrath of pain unleashed,
Own disorder revealed,
Words left unneeded but still so seen.
With your leathery heart you go,
Making a fool of yourself
Before you drown in your own lies.
ZodiacThe months of old,
Our stories are told.
Within the abyss of unknown,
Aries; Ram of flames,
The definition of sociable.
But be not fooled, fair adventurer,
Your very strong suit may be your downfall.
Taurus; Bull of earth,
Antithetical from personality to appearance.
But no one realizes, this dreamer,
Has created the most amazing stories in secret.
Gemini; Twins of air,
A leader within your mind and others.
You know so much, so little,
Perhaps try to calm your rushing.
Cancer; Crab of water,
You find trouble dealing with your feelings.
Love too strong, hate so deep,
Balance or a haven will one day come.
Leo; Lion of fire,
Your faith prevails when all else fails.
Good nature, optimistic ways,
These traits and more are what make you so lovable!
Virgo; Virgin of earth,
Good morals prove as a help to others.
Understanding, gentle kindness,
How I Am (and Not) an ArtistI need to be more committed.
My work is barely read.
I take too long for ideas.
My writing is just.. So-so.
I constantly ask myself,
If my status will ever change?
It seems to be I'm flat out hopeless..
Yet the start of being an artist at hand,
Is the state of being an artist at mind.
To Wake...Must now I rise?
My spirit in shambles,
this life to pay cost.
Am I to rest?
A corpse set in-ground.
Hallowed the reminder,
echos silence as sound.
Yet be still I must,
no breath shall I take.
I long to stay dreaming...
For Hell is to wake.
InertiaA tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.
forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
Retrospection a massacre, Reminiscence amassed.
My leisure foretold, the tombstones have cast.
Those shadows inside, I've witnessed most dear.
Yet masks like inkblots, have begun to smear.
Their tongues now a murmur, evoked once before.
To whom they reside in, are conscious no more.
A tragic convulsion of misconstrued thought.
Forgotten the snare, of which I've been caught.
A harrowing curse, yet remittance was cloaked.
For misplaced remembrance of life's ample yoke.
A Night With The Captain...When sinks of blood
run dry as bone,
thus whiskey cleanse the stains.
I grasp my pen
elect to bleed,
and grant the sorrows drain.
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyes
The endless abyss of the soul
Behind this mask I hide
The enigma of my whole
England x Fem!Reader --- My Dear Love
My dear love, I sit here in agony,
Wasting myself away with a deep swig.
The background music playing rhapsody,
While the wind outside dances with the twigs.
My dear love, I can't help but stare at you,
Even through thin glass I'm enchanted
Beautiful eyes sparking as if on cue,
Making me all the more captivated.
My dear love, please smile as you've always,
No need to have such a sad expression.
It is your birthday, a celebration,
Not a time to weep and be in question.
But my dear love, I can't help but miss you,
With these tears and sobs that have come anew.
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,
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.
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthood
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
HealingMy life was torn apart;
I was left for dead with a
I felt so sad & alone,
With a heart now made of stone.
That's when you entered my
Piercing the darkness with your light.
Healing what my previous friend
And showing what love's really worth.
You showed me kindness, hope, & love;
A gentle heart that could only come
I thank you for healing my broken spirit
& bringing me back to my feet;
Cause of sweet, loving you,
I know now that you're all I'll need.
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,
and they know it’s true,
just take a long look
see what other have been through.
This world is terrible,
I’ve heard it all before
and the problems we face
are like a stone locked door.
War in one state,
death in another
Good God, I’m surprised
we haven’t killed each other.
Ebola is a virus,
you’ve all heard it I know,
It’s serious isn’t it,
yet people joke like it’s a comedy show.
People are at odds
with what’s a sin or not
But loving whom you choose
is just a wishful thought.
And what is this ISIS
who claims to do right?
When poor, terrified families
can’t even sleep without fright.
And let’s take a step back,
look at western feminism,
which is a pitiful joke,
compared to right-stricken women.
And what about men,
people turn a blind eye,
to rape, murder and abuse,
feminist alike still deny.
Children are poor,
in some of the richest countries,
they beg in the streets,
in wealth filled cities.