Lead AstrayI've been thinking of your story lately...As beautifully sad as it is,I'm beginning to see the faint holes--it doesn't-Fit-quite right...Like a misplaced puzzle piece.But who am I to say what's right?I only know half the battle, somaybemaybemaybeyou can show me the right pieces, butI just don'tknowanymore.
To Be AliveYour life is a thing of beauty ,God-given.You were made special,A strand of genes codedspecificallyFor you.You're made forSomething great,Something amazing.And though life may be aR o l l e r c o a s t e r ,You'll get such a rushOnce you've made it out... alive.
VictimI dared call myselfVictimDespite a loving familyPlethora of friendsAnd an army of believersWho made me face the day head-strongBecause I was bulliedDown:Shaken downBeaten downTorn downAnd up:Torn upBeaten upShaken up.I should have told them toShut upTo shut them down.Still...People do thisOnceTwiceThriceIn a lifetime at least;Moreover.They victimizeSelf-victimAnd be victimed.We can'tescapeThe prosecutors of lifeJustAvoid becoming them.
HaikuIt's a sad life whenThe one you love so deeplyWill never love you.
WIPMy writing seems to beOn a hit-or-miss basis.I try to hit a home runBut I can't quite touch the bases.Shameless,Everything I write is a frameless,Faceless piece of work I try to hang on a wallOf the room that's closing in on meAnd I can't think at all.Think?!Are you crazy?I can't even breathe I've written nothing lately,it's like my brain is on freeze!Why do problems like thisAlways seem to happen to me?
SoldierI am a soldier.I look out upon the faces of manywho see me and think hero,but I am anything but.I'm nothing but a pawn used"to serve and protect"...all I do is take the lives of the ignorant.They don't know any betterthan what the generation before them taughtand bullet after bulletthey fallto the groundlike broken toys worn out at the hands of a child.Slowly, slowlythey falland leave the lives they brought up at home.I am a soldier.
Being Pro-Life isn't easy."Prolifers’ are crazy fascistsWho 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 trueI 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 scaredWho think death is the only way,To get them anywhere.Prolife fights for those,Who are beaten, for their orientationLGTB,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.-smcl
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 willbut 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
Breathing Glass.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.Me, broken.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 understandHow truly vital is this time;I take my pen in hand.I lock myself inside my brainAnd tuck away the key;And finally I open upInto a writing spree.Sunlight rushes in uponThe cobwebs of my soul;The stale air is swept awayMy thoughts can now unroll.Scattering mosaic wordsIn frenzies on the page;My spirit soars in victoryLike swallows from a cage.The bottled feelings that I hideFind refuge and release;This quiet pen-and-paper worldEnfolds my heart in peace.
Disastrous EscapeNow I know of your painplease stop lying,you know you're going insaneI want to save you from yourselfThey hurt youand I want to help youbut we both knowhow this is going to endI'll run to beg you stopbut I'm too lateas I see the gun dropI'll find your body on the groundwith blood scatteredall aroundI touch your faceso serene, so coldI will not leave your story untoldfor this was your disastrous escape.
I've Done What I CanYou’ll be able to see one dayI’ll never lose my faith in youIf there’s something you want to sayYou know just what to doI’ll be waiting here for your voiceI've already done what I can for nowBut it’s up to you to make the choiceYou’re the only one that knows howNo matter how dark the nightThere is nothing to fearThere’s no need to fightThe dawn is already here
The Savage Setting SunI stood upon a growling rockAmidst 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 tearTo see its life was done.The glint of red upon the waves,It slowly seemed to slipBehind the gold horizon likeA fleeting funeral ship.And in a feral funeral chantThe ocean seemed to roar.I faintly heard the pipe of PanThat howled upon the shore.The wind joined in this symphony.It howled with dancing PanAnd echoed through the hallowed earthAnd through the hearts of man.The innocence of savagery,Barbaric songs of yoreLike wild Cuhullin criedAnd then were heard no more.The glowing eye was finally shut;The ship had finally goneFar, far away into the deepAnd silent great beyond.The waves then ceased their feral chant,And Pan his flute’s sweet trill;The wind then ceased it’s mighty howlAnd all the earth was still.I stood amidst this silence andI 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.
BreezeHe set my soul on fireJust to watch it burn.It feels like it's happened again;It's like they're taking turns.Is that all that a man does,To hurt and hurt again?If so, Then no, I cannot goAnd bring myself to them.