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The War Sent from the HeavensThe stars shoot like wandering
Fallen angels through the cosmos
On their unpredictable, universal journey.
They light the sky and call with a bloom
Whispering to men to start a war
While the heavens above frolic.
And so, the warriors frolic
About the fields of blood like the wandering
Arrows fired during the war,
And the Gods up in the cosmos
Laugh and mock the bloom,
The beginning, of another useless journey.
The phalanxes joined this journey
Watching as weapons did frolic
About the air and brought with them the bloom
Of scarlet drops and panicked screams wandering
Through the air up to the cosmos,
But the Gods reveled in man’s war.
And with fallen angels, the war
Did continue on its wayward journey.
Man below prayed to the cosmos,
But heavenly figures continue to frolic
And left man to their wandering,
Searching for that one pristine bloom.
The flowers still did bloom
A horrid shade, reflecting the war.
As man, in vain, continued their wandering
And praying for the end of the j
The broken windThe broken wind
of yonder hill
caresses me forcefully,
tipping me over the edge.
I fall into the abyss,
at the broken wind
that pushed me.
I want to live;
it wants me to lose.
I give in, and
am no longer myself.
Forgotten I stare up at the world like I always do. A world full of colorful skies and places ever changes as time moves on. If I am lucky, I can glimpse grass or snow in my peripheral vision. There is only one thing I have never seen, but I do not know if it even exists to be seen. I have only heard about it from you.
Throughout the years, I change just like everything else does, just like you do. However, you do not notice my changes as often as I notice yours. You gradually age and grow taller, but I am constantly changing.
You played with me when you were a child. As years went on, you played with me less and less until you forgot about me entirely. We are no longer the friends we once were. Our relationship is one of a leader and a follower. Wherever you go, I must follow. I have no will of my own anymore. Though, I might not have had one to begin with. I go where you go. I do what you do. No questions asked. I am always with you, but you forgot about me. I am forgotten
A flame burns
in my heart
a passionate way.
-Please, don't leave-
But, as time
slowly passes by,
It fades away.
And I forget
it was ever...
Kiss of PoisonKiss of Poison
You jerk! I HATE you! she screamed at me.
What did I do wrong? I asked, confused.
Like you dont know! You broke my heart, and now youre going to pay. Oteru kisera ando unten posin! There! Now you are cursed for the rest of your life! Tears streamed down her face as she ran away.
Now, for the first time in five years-has it really been that long? - I see her again. Her long platinum hair makes rays of sunshine down her back. Her skin is the color of sand. She uses the voice of a Siren as she talks to the librarian. As she turns around, I notice her sea-blue eyes. How could I have ever let her leave me, I wonder. She walks right past me and does not show any signs of recognition. Hi. Sierra, how have you been? I politely ask.
Who are you? And how do you know my name? she demands, slamming her hands on the table.
My name is Angel, m
A Modern KnightA Modern Knight
Ding dong! Ding dong! "Lilia, Chris is here!" my mom shouts as she opens the front door. I hear the creak of the steps and then the pounding on my door. My mom stops knocking and asks," May I come in?" I allow her to enter while I stare in the mirror and see myself, a girl with a heart-shaped face, eyes the color of dead grass, and pale blond hair that falls halfway down my back. I'm suddenly nervous; this is going to be my first "real" date with Chris. The handsome Chris, I think, with his brown hair and eyes the color of the sky at midnight. I gather my purse and take a quick glance at the mirror to check my hair and outfit one more time. I race down the steps and spot Chris. Chris is too busy looking at the many pictures and books that fill the bookshelves; he doesn't notice me until I embrace him from behind. After I unclasp my hands, Chris pivots around. He grabs my hand and kisses it, like a noble night that just rescued a princ
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
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.
Writer's ProblemsThis pen feels,
So right in my hand.
With the ability,
To do what only I can.
Ideas fly from my mind,
In a manner, distraught.
But they stick to my pen,
Writers with their problems,
Ideas with their wings.
But take your imagination,
And shoot down the damn things
StargazingCome with me and stay a while
To marvel at the night sky
For darkness brings forth beauty
That daylight might disguise
Oh how the heavens simply teem
With spritely dancing hues
That paint the blackness up above
In purples, pinks, and blues
And did you know that the stars
Are the best at telling a story
About dancing bears or a mighty hunter
Or a hero's road to glory
And the moon sings me to sleep
With a celestial lullaby
And whispers an offer in my ear
To join him in the sky
But then I fall asleep
And the stars still shine
And the colors still dance
And I'll have nothing but these dreams of mine
These dreams that tempt me
To leave this world behind
For a life amongst the stars
Where there's adventure worth to find
But as much as I'd love to go
I know that I must stay
That's why I need you here with me
'Cause I'm afraid I'll drift away
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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