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The butterflies stopped chasing me
once I told them I ran out of honey,
and the bumblebees offered to sting me
if I'd give them more of my money.
Today was fun, right?
Or was that yesterday?
I lit up my hair like an orange purple sunset,
and I rubbed down my arms with lotions and creams,
but it wasn't until I tried eating bologna backwards
that I ever really noticed how much I hated steam.
Where is the daffodil I left by the counter?
Did you take it? Did I?
Where is the lemon drop I dropped in the garbage?
Did the man come and steal that too?
Yogurt and daydreams were made for skies like those,
and simpler answers would work to this tougher problem.
My mother used to scold me for leaving a mess,
and would wag her finger with a promise:
"One day you'll have a house to clean of your own,
and you'll understand all my troubles with this!"
The message came at exactly nine-thirty last night. He spoke with tears in his words
Winded TimeThe winds of change blow softly
through open panes and doors,
and little sparks of wonder
do scurry 'cross our floors.
Will morrow bring the answers
to questions still not asked,
when daylight meets the treetops
and sparrows are unmasked?
If darkness will not help us,
and moonlight shines too dim,
there's hope still in our dreaming,
within the pillow's whim.
Our slumber may not ease us,
or take away this pain,
but time itself will comfort,
and sorrow too will wane.
The Binder, The Turtle, and The RavineOn the last day of tests, the last day of his senior year of high school, Joshua went on a hike. It wasn't a walk of thoughtfulness, or even an opportunity for celebration apart from everyone else. No, this day had a purpose, and his walk was as much need as it was determination, as much purpose as it was pursuit. One locale waited for him up ahead, and one final destination was now just minutes away.
The little turtle had been wandering. Some vegetation off to his south had always looked appealing, even though his elders often warned him when he was young to stay far away from that area. "There's danger there you cannot see," they'd said. "The food to be found there is just not worth it to reach."
Joshua could see the end of the path now far up ahead, closing in fast. It beckoned to him just as he beckoned to it. This was the last day of high school as he'd always imagined it to be: hot, boring, stupid, and pointless. Only co
My pace these daysFrenzied by choice,
confused at times,
but managing well
overall. And my whines
won't get me anywhere
anyway. I'm moving now
I have no idea how
much time I'll have left.
I'm my own secret kept.
The ZitzesHer mother and I hadn't spoken in two years. It was just one of those lulls in life when no one died, no one got married, and no other event brought us together in the same place and time. Kaley was my firstborn, and she was blessed with all her mother's brains, but thankfully none of her mother's bad habits. Her graduation from the university was imminent for four years now, and as each day ticked forward closer to the date, I knew it also meant I'd see her mother again.
We'd created an effective invisible protector shield from each other the past few years, neither of us ever having to see the other, all thanks to Kaley. She hated it all, of course, but the only thing she hated more than seeing us apart was seeing us together.
Once the 16th arrived, I did everything I could to stay locked up in my hotel room, the fear of God--and Kim--keeping me from any needed convenience store runs the day or two before the ceremony. It was bad enough we'd be seated in
Just In CaseShe reached for her mirror beside the stack of books, and began the ritual. Check the eyes, check the ears, check the face, check the hair. Looking decent enough for the kitchen made no sense, but she always felt it best, just in case. Just in case someone watched her through the kitchen window, or her doorbell rang at 7:30 in the morning, or any number of improbable circumstances. I must always be presentable.
Setting the mirror back down carefully, she breathed out a sigh of acceptance, a promise to make this day more special than the last. Pulling aside the bedspread, she slid her legs out, and moved her feet comfortably into her slippers.
The coffee seemed to make itself, the way she moved so quickly around the kitchen, not even thinking any more of where the various parts were hidden away. The filters, the coffee, the sugar, and the cream. In just a few minutes' time, her toast was up and her coffee poured.
She sat dow
yangBeneath the pretty stars,
are not-so-pretty nights,
a triumph for the darkness,
the source of all our frights.
A sunbath for some color
or warmth on summer's day
can burn and it can blister,
bring cancer too our way.
The pills can ease the ache
and please your hurting frame,
but addiction hides inside,
an evil just the same.
The good we see above us
and all around our lives
comes to us with warnings,
reminds of our demise.
Danger lurks with promise,
and pleasure needs its cane,
in each demon is an angel,
in each angel, there is pain.
little bigLittle people, all are we,
dancing through this land,
moving, floating happily,
holding hand in hand.
Little daydreams, little might,
wishes for our lives,
little ways we chase the light,
little means and tries.
All are we, the little ones,
searching all our days,
little humans, little suns,
shining big new ways!
Easter, 2014I rose from bed this morning
expecting of the day,
a dreary-eyed wondering
of all that comes my way.
I'm lifted from my sleeping,
and woken from my dreams,
walking through the open roads
in sunlight and moonbeams.
I live again in promise,
another day to face,
another way to live this life,
to yearn and smell and taste.
Resurrected in the light
of everything I've learned,
I'm breathing in my second chance,
reborn again, returned!
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save me
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
Rainy DaysOn dismal ,dark and
the weather mirrors all
The grey clouds shroud
your depth of mind,
reflect the mood
you have inside,
but just as rain clouds melt,
hope`s renew in the setting sun.
Light and warmth can
for a new tomorrow.
if you get caught and you get wet
take heart remember with no regret.
After rainy days,dark,forlorn,
the sun ascends on a brand new morn.
By Suzanne karbach 31.07.2014
The Word Count Is NoneYou once said you’d write a poem to my mother
About how much you loved her only son
But something seems to have changed in your heart of late
And now the word count has become none
I know I am not your knight in shining armour
In fact no armour could protect me
From all the nights I have spent sitting in the dark
With no moon to light up my misery
You once said you had dreamt of the two of us
Young lovers stood knee deep in a lake
But you chose to increase the depth of the water
Before I even had a chance to wake
Now I am drowning in the dreams of your sunset
As I can't get a handle on my blues
Still I offer you my shoulders to stand on
So you can breathe but of course you refuse
You once said that you were writing me a letter
And told me to read it with a smile
But I’m not sure if I can remember how to
Since it has been such a very long while
Still I begin to read it with a hopeful heart
And each swirl of your calligraphic scrawl
Forms a butterfly that takes flight from th
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time marches on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
Four EverSugar coated, and devoted
To the bright side of life.
Optimistic, and artistic
With a blessed soul and mind.
May God bless you, for breaking through
The darkest side of death.
Keep your smile clear, my precious dear
For it brightens the sky.
PossibilityOne moment of action, and all futures shatter;
Outcomes collapse, and a future falls through.
One of two answers, a gamble on quanta -
Yet, left undecided, both answers ring true.
Making decisions will close off new avenues.
Making a choice will end infinite lives.
Existing in parallel, safe, unexamined;
But open the box, and just one path survives.
Is chance ever real? We make life by observing:
Existence is nothing if never perceived.
Reality falters before it is looked at:
Unwitnessed, untrusted, unseen, unbelieved.
Don't look at your future, for then you define it.
Don't open the box, for the atom decides.
In the superposition, your dreams are still possible,
Tangled in nightmares, all ticking inside.
Life, ObservedStarted: 9:45 PM
Stepping forward almost
walking further back,
wishing by the meadow
of Father's nearest track,
I lept among the flowers,
and danced with lily minds,
the way my mother taught me,
the brightest, sweetest kinds.
Sun upon my forehead
and grass beneath my toes,
I walked through lands of daydreams
and watched as water flowed.
Two kinds of people watched me,
two meanings made my day
a kind of silent testing
in every sort of way.
I moved along the corner,
and danced along the fence
where fireflies and honeybees
made magic quite immense.
And all along the noontime
and all throughout the night,
I learned the birth of nature
and breathed the ray of light.
Two kinds of people watched me,
two souls unknown to me,
the ones I thought I knew
and ones I couldn't see.
Finished: 9:49 PM
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