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.
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 lie
Do 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 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
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 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.
Thoughts 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 waste
All that we wanted
Was Mom's smiling face...
Instead I lost one.
My brother's sound fate
A soul clad in armor
My horrific mistake.
But now we're relentless.
We search for a way
To correct our mistakes
And go on, come what may.
Now my future is set.
No regrets, can't backpedal.
I'll jump into the fray
With a heart made Fullmetal.
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 nervous
he began to act in strange ways.
She wanted to ask him
if everything was alright
but she wasn’t at all prepared
for what else would happen that night.
She screamed louder than ever
when 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 cheek
she watched helplessly as the boys
took her brother off his feet.
They hit him and beat him
threw him to the ground
ignored his tears
right before they began to crowd.
They stripped him one by one
and by that time she tried to move
Her Broken HeartThere was a little girl,
With a broken heart.
That spent every night,
Trying to mend it back together.
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.
But she'll put on a smile.
Because she doesn't want anyone to see,
That this girl is me.
Never EndingIt´s something that´s so hard to bear
After losing a dear loved one,
the days go by without ever changing,
uneventful and dull.
On waking every morning, you face the day , you try.
You´re going through the motions
but there´s something not quite right.
There´s an empty space in your broken heart
that´s now full of disappointment.
With no hope of ever healing it,
no cure , or soothing ointment.
It´s like waking up on Christmas morn
to hear it´s been called off
and every day driving miles and miles
around in thick dense fog.
Daily greetings from the Ground Hog,
each day it seems the same.
For this never ending sadness
is your broken heart to blame.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach October 2014