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.
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,in the depths of your mind,That it's easy being a male,but let me tell you, that's a lieDo you know how it feels,to reach societies expectations,and if you fail to do so,must give everyone an explanation?Or the pain you feel,when walking with a group of friends,and a lone girl walks by,and you stare at her instead.Not because you lust over her,or because she's revealing,put because she has beauty,like an angel in the clearing.But you must want to rape her,or call her a slut,and because of wishful thoughts,you have the right to be punched in the gut.And what's the point of compliments,when they come from your heart,you're obviously being sexist,wasn't that your intention for the start?Do you know how it feels,to be raped and feel meaningless,but to be shunned by society,And blamed for feeling so senseless.You are a guy,“strong proud and tall”you're not a girl,so it doesn't matter at all.That is painful,to hear an
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 orbinside of all their hearts,must be cherished protected and loved,lest it fall apart.A remark out of placeis like a slap in the face.Taking the fooland 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 brokenand bullied into misery.With apologies you may want forgiveness,like the paper you try to smooth out the creases.But the paper is beyond repairjust like a soul full of despairIt´s too late to pick up the pieces.Poetry by Suzanne Karbach October 2014.
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyesThe endless abyss of the soulBehind this mask I hideThe enigma of my whole
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthoodWhere direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understoodIf your education is the chain that weighs your body downThen your labor is the shackle that binds your body nowThe journey will be rough, but don’t look backForgiveness is lost on those who might lackIt’s time you prepare to make a choiceIn one you certainly won’t rejoiceRelease the dreams you plottedThey’re simply not allottedIn the land you’re to enterWhere work is the only centerThis black and white city of miseryA schedule fit so the strong grow wearyA country ruled by the king named MoneyWhose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honeyYes, here in the real world, your life is now controlledNow, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re toldUntil the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel placeJust another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
The RobinClipped are the wings of freedom's song,her cry a distant call.locked inward a cage of grief,her time shall not be long.She dreams to soar the sky above,to taste the morning sun.To fly above oppression's reach,in hopes she may find love.
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,and they know it’s true,just take a long looksee what other have been through.This world is terrible,I’ve heard it all beforeand the problems we faceare like a stone locked door.War in one state,death in anotherGood God, I’m surprisedwe 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 oddswith what’s a sin or notBut loving whom you chooseis just a wishful thought.And what is this ISISwho claims to do right?When poor, terrified familiescan’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.Thing
Why She's FeministThey took the light from her eyes,when they took the light from him.An even to this day,he wishes his life could end.She wasn’t a feminist,until she turned seventeen,and she hadn’t put much thought into it,it really wasn’t what it seemed.But one night when things,were silent and casual,she and her brother,studied like usual.However she noticed,without having to say,that her little brother was nervoushe began to act in strange ways.She wanted to ask himif everything was alrightbut she wasn’t at all preparedfor what else would happen that night.She screamed louder than everwhen those boys broke in,they attacked her first,she wasn’t a match for them.She fell to the ground,with a bruise on her cheekshe watched helplessly as the boystook her brother off his feet.They hit him and beat himthrew him to the groundignored his tearsright before they began to crowd.They stripped him one by oneand by that time she tried to movebut her
Fullmetal HeartThoughts can be useless.They don't help in a fight.In the spur of the moment,We don't think quite right.For us it was years though.With no time to wasteAll that we wantedWas Mom's smiling face...Instead I lost one.My brother's sound fateA soul clad in armorMy horrific mistake.But now we're relentless.We search for a wayTo correct our mistakesAnd go on, come what may.Now my future is set.No regrets, can't backpedal.I'll jump into the frayWith a heart made Fullmetal.
Her Broken HeartThere was a little girl,With a broken heart.That spent every night,Trying to mend it back together.Her heart,Was like glass.It would fall,And shatter to pieces.She was missing something,Her heart would never be whole.The pieces were stolen,And would never be given back.She didn't know how to survive,Every memory tormented her.And the scars would only,Bring them back to life.All she ever wanted,Was to be loved.To not be invisible,To everyone in the world.Alone, fighting.But she'll put on a smile.Because she doesn't want anyone to see,That this girl is me.
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.