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A Letter HomeDear father,
I know this may seem hard to believe but something very strange happened to me the day that I went ‘missing’. I do not know how long it will take from my sudden disappearance for this to make it to you as it is going to be passed down from daughter to daughter starting with a dear friend of mine and her family. I regret, absolutely that we parted on such bad terms that day and the years that I have been living in this world have only deepened that regret for there is so much in my life that you have missed.
Enclosed in the trunk are letters and diary entries of my time here as well as some paintings of my new home and family. I do so hope that they will bring some comfort to your troubled mind. Tell Marie-Anne that I love her dearly and that I have enclosed some items for her (I hope they are still in good condition) and there is some gifts for you and my old friends also. Each gift is wrapped in cloth and labelled and I am certain that Marie will help you dist
OldAge is not what people see,
It is what we are to be.
Old is not a word of doom,
It is a passage of what we will be soon.
Old is just a word and phrase,
But to some it will only be a phase.
BooksSome books are for cooks,
Some are for fun,
Others are for brothers and sisters as one.
Some are very old,
But some are really new,
And some cant be seperated from me or from you.
Some books come in threes,
others in fives,
But most books help us to live our lives.
Some tell us stories,
Some tell us facts.
But most importantly of all is that it allways stays on track.
Some books are for cooks,
Some are for fun,
And others are just ment to be read one by one.
Pregnancythey say there is a glow,
most say this isnt so,
they say there is a joy,
most say this is just a ploy,
they say it will be fun,
most say it weighs a ton,
they say it will be something,
and that so far is true.
WaterlilyWater is life,
Fire is death,
White spokes of a watery crown,
Green pad of the frog and toad,
Beauty in its simplicity,
That is the waterlily.
DawnThe night grows light as fire blazes,
Apollo begins his journey now,
A goldon chariot that rides on the light,
An orb called the sun begins to rise.
PowerCrackling lightning in the sky,
Burning fire in the forest,
Tidal waves that touch the clouds,
Hurricane winds that destroy the land.
These powers are all of our Mother Earth,
Marval at the power she holds.
StardustA shimmering shining blinding light,
A flash across the sky,
Shimmering sparks begin to rain,
The last remaints of a falling star.
A storm is comingA storm is coming, it's drawing near,
A storm is coming, do not fear,
A storm is coming, the wind blows strong,
A storm is coming, something is wrong,
A storm is coming, the tide is fierce,
A storm is coming, the cold does peirce,
A storm is coming, the clouds speed by,
A storm is coming, so close your eyes.
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To puruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life, a ‘stalker’
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
This I Who I
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
TrustA girl and a boy begin to play,
They wish their young short lives away,
Make believe and lets pretend,
But its all just fiction in the end.
Fairy tales cant come true,
And so the world is always blue,
Love is just a game to play,
But the winner is never clear as day.
Promises and saying i do,
They are seldom ever really true,
But hope ever springs forever,
So long as we all stick together.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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