Love is not made, gained.
Love is not even earned or won.
Love just simply is.
Left.I have neither hearth nor home.
Time nor gold.
This world has taken much from me.
But what I do have.
The moment.Some might say.
That in that moment we were infinite.
But I do not believe so.
In that moment, there was only me.
And there was only you.
And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.
But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.
So with these words I shall try and redeem.
These hands of their predetermined deed.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.
Taken to and fro by the breeze.
Locations seen that could no be believed.
Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.
And I'm not invited.
They've got me trapped. in my skin
And I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.
I'll pound on the walls of this cage.
I'll not stop till you know my despair.
I'll make these words till my heart breaks.
I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.
The space between us is cavernous.
But I wouldn't have anything less.
Yes I have this cellular phone.
But I've never felt so alone.
You're nothing but an instant away.
But I know your so far from me.
TrappedNow it may seem that sadness is all I am.
But I can promise it is only the penultimate.
There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.
It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,
A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.
To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.
And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"
Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Because I never lost the memories.You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
My longing for you has gone on so long.
To imagine me without it would be madness.
I always imagined you were to far gone.
Now do I reply? What do you say?
When happiness is a step away.
Behind a door.
But behind that door.
Could be despair just as easily.
How do I step forward,
When It could snap the only string,
that's keeping me together.
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.
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
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.