I spent a lifetime
Once, trying to love you right
Didn't work, sorry
SunrisesI want to fall asleep with you
and run my hand up and down your spine
counting the ridges as I go
I want to feel your breath on mine
from shallow to deep with aching sleep
and barely brushing my eyelashes
I want to place my hand on your hip
and run my thumb over it, softly
just to watch your eyes flutter
I want to push your hair out of my face
when you turn and nudge into my neck
and your nose presses to my cheek
I want to fall in love with you
as the sun rises early morning
and casts an orange glow around the room
UntitledI am the wind howling in the eaves
pacing the trails of your dragging knees
I watch as you mourn, gaze as
your darkened eyes hollow out
little by little, day by day
You do not see me and I, not you
I gather the clues you leave behind
I piece them together in my mind
with the string unraveled from your guise
But when I find you, when I see you
I do not expect your forlorn figure, lined
in moonlight, crumpled between
I acknowledge you will have faded
your drawling footsteps will have ended there
And I may whistle around the spot you have been
but I will not see you; you have not lived
So close and
I'm so very different than you
I cannot win you dearly pallid
Ivory sullen and ghastly
Face sunken in your love in me
Your cheekbones are visibly silver
I only wish
I could lose you
My transparency child
BlackYour fingers drape on porcelain skin
They blind me in the blacklight
Ebony and pale and all inbetween
Who could love another but you?
For you are the one of the eclipse
UV rays on sunlit days
The satellite to my star
And D, all of the above
I only wish
I could hold you
A Cliche Killjoy FanFic Chapter 2ZERO HERO'S P.O.V.
Done and done, I thought as I strolled out of the back door to the BL/ind hospital, pushing a cart of oxygen tanks in front of me. I was a drac, nobody cared. I grinned under my drac mask as I loaded the oxygen tanks, one by one, into the back of the car. Thirty tanks were loaded, and Neg and I were ready to go. I pushed the cart away from me, and climbed in the front seat.
It took my a second to realize there was no Negative Grenade. "Negative?!" I called frantically, twisting around in my seat. "Neegaative?" There was no answer, of course, just an eerie silence and an empty space where Negative should have been. "Negative, don't kid!" Stumbling out of my car, I saw there was a troupe of draculoids heading towards me. By now I had taken off my mask. There was nowhere to hide.
Instead, I jumped back in the car and pressed. It sped forward; this was my only desperate attempt to get away. The bulle
A Cliche Killjoy FanFic Chapter 1ZERO HERO'S P.O.V.
It's almost been a year out here in the desert. A year since I pulled the IV line out of Negative Grenade and wheeled his gurney out of the hospital, boxes and boxes of medication beside him. A year since the second trip back to retrieve the carts of oxygen tanks needed for Neg's survival. Two years since Neg himself was diagnosed with lung cancer - the specific name unknown.
Neg and I haven't even met the Fabulous Killjoys yet. At least, not the main four. We've definitely met several out here in the zones, people like House Rules and Atomic Nucleus(she really liked science, by the way). Mostly I've been keeping myself away from them, though, hiding myself and Negative Grenade in an abandoned shed along the road. We meet the 'Joys to stock up on food and catch up on news around the zones. But still, most of our information comes from Dr. Death Defying's radio station.
Today was oxygen day
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyes
The endless abyss of the soul
Behind this mask I hide
The enigma of my whole
A Night With The Captain...When sinks of blood
run dry as bone,
thus whiskey cleanse the stains.
I grasp my pen
elect to bleed,
and grant the sorrows drain.
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.
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.
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
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
HealingMy life was torn apart;
I was left for dead with a
I felt so sad & alone,
With a heart now made of stone.
That's when you entered my
Piercing the darkness with your light.
Healing what my previous friend
And showing what love's really worth.
You showed me kindness, hope, & love;
A gentle heart that could only come
I thank you for healing my broken spirit
& bringing me back to my feet;
Cause of sweet, loving you,
I know now that you're all I'll need.