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to the abyss
drawing blood from stone.
A final sigh of love
over the silken laced dust
to a hole in the ground called home.
As the tears mix with carmine jewelled sand
like crawling ants on the dune horizon.
Keep on riding.
You can't look behind
or even to the side
just always keep on fighting.
Clock ticking as away you run,
pistols clicking empty deciding
her last kiss will taste of the setting sun.
Beauty such as she.Does the world deserve beauty such as she
lay beneath its silken shroud of stars,
with flittering dying balls of nothing
providing light to a hopeful hopeless creation,
is there meaning to this heretical menagerie
whom worship lies and the societies stature,
though they be hunched and broken they believe
this to be true, therefore standing tall in their dilapidation?
How can she exist in this cauldron of disease
that spreads through minds like wildfire,
she remains untouched and yet believes herself false
for the glimpses of pain she sees she takes for beauty,
there is no light in the self starvation and agony
that wracks their forms as they waste away,
if your arms are cut and torn they are still yours
and to kiss them and you until the end of time suits me.
I lay my sword down for you and with it my guard
that I held until I ached because I could not trust,
yet I must protect you with all my might and will
for I am your knight, with your favour around my wrist,
but when I draw my lan
Whorehouse dreaming.A trickle of saliva slithers from your baby's mouth,
your boyfriend won't be home tonight, he's out hitting the town,
getting drunk and starting fights with guys who'll lay him on the ground,
as you lie and try to stop the tear drops falling down onto on your couch.
Your house is made of holes and floor boards rotting in the cold,
the stench of sweat and loveless sex just mixing with the mould,
you don't know how it got this way, so young and yet so old,
you know just how it got this way, didn't do as you were told.
So now loves a word that's laced with laughter and irony as well,
you gave your heart to greed and flesh but your body is to sell,
in the back streets of Las Vegas where they pull up with a swell,
in need of satisfying, no denying that one day you'll lay in hell.
But for now the baby's sound asleep and the money's in your bra,
you still wait for him to turn up someday, in his fancy car,
and offer you a trip somewhere, just as long as you go far.
Dancing with shadows: Chapter two: bad dreams.A cold breeze woke me the next morning, before the glare of a rising sun pierced my shut eyelids. Moaning, I rolled over in the sheets, and found myself draped across Lizzy; that was good, at least. Her scent overwhelmed me for a second, and I moaned again, feeling myself respond to her heady musk, and the excitement trickled through me like a flood of tiny sparks. Her nails dug slightly into my hips, her smiling face a picture of bliss and relief; we didn’t seem to have drank too much last night, though I could now see a few bottles lay here and there in amongst the shadows, and one rolling across the floor. We held each other like that for a second, as memories of last night washed through us, before finally she pulled herself from the bed and swung her feet round off the side of the bed. She was wearing her hair in its natural colour today, it seemed (or at least I took the smooth oaky colour to be her natural one; it seemed to be the one she had most often); I’d come to
A tenner won't get you far.The guitar in the corner of the room has four strings,
a mixture of stains litter its nail scratched body.
Foreign incense smells of cannabis and unwashed sheets,
as we lie beneath stars painted onto the peeling ceiling.
A hollow feeling is inside me as I once again swallow,
but a tightness prevents anything from being attained.
To leave here costs more than it does to enter,
but to enter first you must have sold your soul.
Lined up in chains they sing an epitaph to lost innocence,
breath swirling smoke like tongues slithering on throats.
Against the door leans a woman of undefined age in make up clad,
her armour of contempt leaves a bitter taste for those who pass.
But I lie in this room, broken guitar, incense and an unknown girl,
who asks "How much in your pocket" as I slip into the murky ocean.
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
Secrets and PromisesI am here because of the past,
Because of a promise that is endeavored to be kept.
I can only hope that this dread won't last.
Since the past is also what's killing me the most.
But no one knows,
What goes on in my head.
The painful woes,
That have not yet gone away.
Secrets that can not be shared,
Buried deep, and very far.
Only if anyone cared,
But God knows no one ever will.
Hiding the truth may never feel right,
But I am only doing it for the best.
I am not going to win this fight,
For what is left of me, I'm broken.
Widows FearsIn a graveyard a widow stands
Remembering her lover who lays below
Under the stars
Weeping like a willow
The sky starts crying
In sync with her tears
This is why she had quit trying
Why she’d fallen into her fears
Keep your head up.The weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders,
crushing you down,
and making you smaller.
The more you struggle,
the heavier it gets.
My advice is:
Keep your head up.
When it pushes,
And when the world gets the message,
you will fly.
And when you fly,
you will finally understand what it means to be alive.
And that is,
to keep your head up,
and look at the challenge without flinching,
and once you rein dominance,
you hand it over to another that is giving up.
No one deserves what you previously felt.
A Song for the StarsUnder the night sky, here I stand
To seek for beauty, peace and love
I once have known in human's land
But I now see in stars above.
Beneath the heavens, I look up
To see the wonder of the stars,
Wishing the night would never stop,
That I could always gaze at Mars.
After midnight, I'm still awake,
Thinking of stars and something else -
You whom I love, for goodness' sake,
And my love - none but stars can tell.
The constellations - they remind
Me of your eyes that I hold dear
In my memories, in my mind
(All while I look at stars so clear).
In the midst of dawn, I still stand
To feel your presence once again,
Like when you roamed the human's land
When life was great and free of pain.
Early morning, I now look down
To think of you and other stars;
Although I may not see them now,
They're still there, like you always are.
Pain is all you'll find.Do you see the stars when you look in the night,
or has the darkness in me cut out their light,
does it get to you when you see me here,
and only you can see how I hold back the tears,
only you see the anguish behind the walls I build,
and how I'll stop your dreams from being fulfilled,
yet you stay here with me, regardless of the pain,
you stand with me, face wet from the rain,
from the tears that don't trickle down my cheeks,
you know how I bottle it because it makes me feel week,
so you clasp my hand, pull me up help me climb,
so it ends up that your wrists bleed instead of mine,
and all I want is to take away your struggle,
hold you tight in my arms in an endless cuddle,
kiss the pain out your wrists, tear the pain from your heart,
give you a chance to go back to the start,
take a path that leads you away from all this,
and if I'm causing you pain, then let us have one last kiss,
because your happiness is all that matters to me,
if I get in the way of that, let go and be free.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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