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FataleMore sirens sing than angels in this town,
and seduction'll bring you higher than saints;
so stay bold, and keep morality faint
if you're headed anywhere but the ground.
Keep your enemies close, till you can feel
their heartbeat, feel how it always races
when you drop your act, forget which faces
to keep up, and wonder which ones are real.
'Cause kid, if you can't tell, nobody will.
Let each smile, wink, word, and every caress
make it so that they, and you, know you less.
And when it's time –you'll know– go for the kill.
'Cause there's only one way out, and it's through;
or the one left singing'll never be you.
NocturneYou open your eyes
To a serene scene;
somewhere, your soul flies.
You slip in between
shadows and cracks; Yet,
you remain asleep.
Landing in regrets
You couldn’t help but keep,
Dream becomes nightmare.
Sweat upon your brow;
Scared beyond compare.
What will you do now?
The watershed moment dries, stilling your tears
As your bleating alarm allays all your fears.
Full Circle“Can’t you go on your own?”
“That’s not the point, James. You’ve got to get used to the way things are now; I know it’s tough, but it’ll only get harder the longer you wait, and it’s already been months.
This argument was nothing new, but Adam doubted he’d ever get used to it. Ever since the Surveillance Revolution ended in Canada, a new, exasperating paranoia had taken hold of some of the more fragile youth: they were afraid to be out of sight. Before the Pan-American Surveillance Agency was dissolved, their main line of propaganda defense had been to assure the public that their programs were in everyone’s best interest: because how else could they catch the bad guys? They didn’t catch them, of course. Not really. Not the valuable ones. But when you’re young and Stranger Danger feels as real as ever, the idea of having somebody always watching your back was co
Smoking gun in a housefireNothing can feel
real, when death is
a question asked twice
over, by ever
more voices and faces,
distorting and contorting and
in every direction
except straight (but then,
when have we ever been?)
CataclysmThe floodwater’s coming,
kid, and you can hardly skip
puddles anymore, with your legs
bent in all the wrong places.
And you may say one world’s
too much, but three won’t be
enough to keep you high /
dry this time; not that you’ve
ever been the type to take
pilgrimages away from the sea.
Abject fear frames your face well,
though, and you were always headed
for the deep end anyways,
with limbs leadening and pulling
back to the source.
Your voice is hoarse, but the under-
tone is clear: your life as a shipwreck starts /
OceanicOur words flew over time-torn seas
and feelings grew deeply enough
for foundations to hold against fierce ocean breeze.
We bonded over words, and meaning in keys
was found in earnest; but now, in love,
I’m lost inside your memories.
And I’ll never grow used to these
obsessions over thoughts thrown off the cuff.
Our words flew over time-torn seas;
I’m lost inside your memories.
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To puruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life, a ‘stalker’
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
This I Who I
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
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