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Yellow RibbonsI carry a ribbon in my pocket for those who can't stand tall,
For those sitting in the rain just waiting for the fall.
I carry with me a lifeline to help drag you back to shore
All I need from you is to give your faith once more.
As you wipe away your tears with a bottle and a cup
The world becomes a blur so you can't tell which way is up.
And as you leave your feet, the world seems so small
And every word you say is a battle, one against all.
You had your hopes and dreams now their bitter and old,
And the warmth you felt inside is now dead and cold.
The gleam of indifferent steel, as you contemplate suicide
Just know I'm here beside you with hope our hearts collide.
I carry in my hand a flower so stark and milky white.
Tears so cold and lonely help to pass away the night.
Upon the ground I place, this flower on your grave,
If only we could have known, this life we should have saved.
LullabyCan you write me a lullaby to sing me to sleep?
I'll wait in blissful silence, not making a preep.
It'll start off slow and crescendo through the night,
And end after daybreak, as we watch the morning light.
We'll dance in our dreams, as the notes carry us along,
Merrily we'll lift our voices, drunk on another love song.
But when the morning comes the night ends,
And the parting of those dear old friends.
With every step your mind quakes,
And with every beat your heart aches.
And the melody starts coming on strong,
And you can't help to hum along.
Can you write me a lullaby?
So I'll remember you when we say goodbye.
Now wipe those tears from those dreary eyes,
And smile for me, as the sun begins to rise.
Words UnsaidSilent like a long goodbye,
Lonely like the darkest night,
Empty as the years gone by,
Drinking dreams till morning light.
These words ring inside my head,
Like church bells for the unsung.
And from my pen, these words bled
To find a grave on my tounge.
A note sits on my dresser,
Yellowed from the march of time.
Its lines are my confessor
To you-- it's my only crime.
EnigmaAs I peer through the darkness, you are the light
Like a fire that stretches towards the sky.
You're always out of reach, but in my sight
I'll never stop trying till the day I die.
You're something like an enigma my dear
One that someday I hope to solve.
And through eyes clouded, now clear
I begin anew, with strengthened resolve.
Snapshot Story: BetrayalThe burning light of the street lights pushes back the entrenched darkness that lay over the radiant beauty of the flower garden. A warm summer breeze blows, causing the flowers to dance. Two women walk through the well-worn path between two large rose bushes. The further they walk the more animated and tense their voices become.
“Damn it Amelia, you just don’t get it do you!” The shorter woman yells her face flush with anger. Her dark hair bobbing as she throws her head about. “What did you expect Emmy? Was I just supposed to let you go wild?!” Amelia yells back. “I’m not a child anymore, stop calling me ‘Emmy’,” Amelia lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Emily, you’re my kid sister, I got to…” “No, you don’t,” Emily yells tears welling up in her eyes. Off in the distance, a clap of thunder echoes.
The two women stand in silence, glaring at each other. “Come on let’s head back
The Swinging GirlAnother summer has come and gone, and a cold autumn wind blows across the silent, windswept field. In the field stands an old, weathered oak. The silent sentry grimaces as it is battered by the cold winds. Several of the leaves fall as the oak readies for a winter slumber. From the tangle of branches hangs an old wooden swing. A young girl sits in silence as she watches the crimson sun fade behind the distant mountains. In the distance, her mother watches from the kitchen of the small cottage that dots the landscape.
Beside the tree sits a tombstone; a small mound of fresh dirt lies beside it. The harsh winds die down as her mother calls out. “Come in dear, it’s time to go,” The girl slowly raises, her head hanging low. As she moves past the swing, it begins to move. Hearing the creaking branches, the girl turns back once, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
As she walks back, the sun gives a final wink before fading into twilight. A gentle breeze plays with the e
SoulsA film of sea salt clings to the window, like eyes who’ve cried for too long.
Dark clouds pirouette in the sky above,
They dance and twirl overhead, gracefully moving to the siren’s song.
Our vessel crashes over eddies, falling as God gives us a shove.
10,000 souls wait below, in the waters of the heartless sea,
Bones of the hungry, the lost and the dead.
The water rushes above the clouds, blue and grey is all to see,
Grasping air with wistful gazes, death is welcoming in her warm bed.
You can count the bubbles, one,
As the lights fade o
HandsI stare into my hand, clenched into a fist,
It’s shaking, from the fear and hate in my heart.
Coldly, I stand enveloped in the mist,
Created by a myriad of lies, of which I am a part.
I stare into my hand, open and outstretched,
It sits calmly, from the love and temperance in my heart.
Warmly, I stand under the sun, drenched,
In bliss, staring in awe of its cylindrical art.
I stare into my hand, its limp at my side,
It sits idle, from the fear and loneliness in my heart.
Empty, I stand in the forest, trying to hide,
In pity, trying to outrun the start.
I stare into my hand, dirty and bruised,
It’s battered, from all the lies in my heart.
Crying, I stand in the city, broken and used,
In the end, it seems that I wasn’t so smart.
WatchingIn this age of technology, things aren’t always what they seem. You can find out about anything you want with just the push of a button. Twitter, Facebook, Google Maps, Wikipedia… all of these sites are sending and collecting data. Each day, people expose themselves, and each day; a little more is lost.
Every day, trillions of bytes of data are accessed, but not always by us. They are known as the watchers. The watchers aren’t satellites or phishing protocols, they are living beings; but that is our only similarity. They sit in silence, watching the world through our eyes. As our technology grew, so did their “eyes”.
It first started with our satellites. This gave them their first blotted views. Much like an infants, their vision was blurred and spotty, nothing more than flashes in the dark. As time moved on, we gave them more “lenses” to focus through. Now… their vision far surpasses anything that we can hope to achieve.
At first, they
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Autumn's arrivalClouds flying over
Bringing rain and wind
From the west
Making the mornings and evenings
Darker bit by bit
Sown all over the sky
Accompanying the cold moon
Sleeping deep as a rose
Covered with dew
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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