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An ex Fiancee's memoryWhen a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you think of her still,
The way she hugged and kissed you,
Forgetting her you never will,
She is apart of everything you do,
Her memory is all that is left to be had,
And you cannot smile or be glad.
Don't Fall AwayRest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Instead of hate and vengeance,
Let those nights be filled with dreams,
And let your life stitch it's seams,
So that everyday doesn't blur away,
In regretful words you wished you didn't say.
My Life, My Family, My way of beingOne year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
Something gone and never forgotten,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant heart,
Who would give our all from the start.
In This DeathAnd as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
Do not cry or run away,
Though life is hard and cruel sometimes,
It is always filled with loving rhymes.
My Life Thus FarLooking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left like the nature around me,
Growing ever forward to be free,
Happiness lay in the eye of the beholder,
And I date step just a bit bolder,
Into my future knowing this,
Each sunrise is a new days kiss.
Life's cruel journeyBless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating heart,
and hear it again restart,
so we bless this broken road,
upon which life has based its code.
Forget not the TruthFaith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that can cleave,
Hopes and prayers I hold close,
In solemn regret I take another dose,
Of deceit and woes,
So that I know where true life goes,
Bless me the wondering soul,
Who wishes not to reach the goal,
Of heart and soul felt pride,
To find those things that you hide.
Never DoneWhy is your head down,
Why do you wear that wounded frown,
Take a long look around,
See where your life is bound,
The plan might not always be seen,
But it has always been,
Look into the eyes of your family and your friends,
And see that love never truly ends,
It just changes shape,
Sometimes it wears a silver cape,
And sometimes it is a bloody thorn,
Still you should never mourn,
Because love is a blessing in all its forms,
It will guide you home through all life's storms,
So wear a smile proudly,
And sing this life's song loudly,
Because in this fleeting moment,
You are truly without torment,
And you may see life is heaven's gift,
A thing to repair any rift,
And happiness is now,
What you will soon learn how,
To spread with joyous wings,
And with abundant pride it sings,
This is the life of everyone,
And in this moment we are never truly done.
The Journey is Just As FunI don't care,
what you've been or where,
How many miles you've seen,
Or how you think yourself unclean,
The world is a fucked up place,
I can see it written all over your face,
And I am just as messed up as you,
People shy away unlike I do,
I have been there and done that,
Got as many lives as a crippled cat,
Never have I been bored with life so far,
Like buying a slightly used car,
I live for the long winded trip,
And not the destinations tip,
Because I just don't care,
I whole heartily love past what some call fair,
Just because the story is better,
Through all this crappy stormy weather,
Left overs or sloppy seconds,
This smile of mine how it beckons,
To arms of true acceptance,
Let me be your life's next reference,
So you will smile and soon move on,
Even after I may be gone.
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
Days that are no MoreIt conjures up old memories
nothing on earth could compare.
The words, in thirst of expression
of my heart
can at all times be found there...
Where cardinals rest
on snow covered branches
in trees, of winters' past...
I would peacefully watch
my warm breath before me
become a cloud of smoke
in the cold contrast.
...And they would take flight on occasion,
but always to return again.
Their red wings denoting
their comings and goings
always, without a question...
So suddenly, is the feeling
of what it is that I'm longing for...
A memory...With silver lining.
Days - that are no more.
By loveis-linda AKA LindArtz ©
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
All the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
She is not a ModelShe is not a model.
She is only just fourteen.
You will not find her marketed
Upon the silver screen.
She is not a model,
She may be a size eighteen,
But does that really matter?
Not a model, but a Queen.
She is not a model,
Her long hair has been cut off.
And most don't even bother
To find the diamond in the rough.
She is not a model,
She may have some issues, too.
However, when she feels like it,
She can act, well, just like you.
She is not a model,
She trips over in heels,
But after the exterior,
Can you tell how she feels?
She is not a model,
And really, who should care?
Judging someone by their looks
Is really just unfair.
She is not a model,
She can dress just how she wants,
She doesn't need you for confidence
And her awesome style she flaunts.
She is not a model,
And this poem she will write,
Just because she's feeling mad
At 12:00 midnight.
God s wondrous work of artWe all come into this world the same way,
we´re just born on different days.
Everyone is so unique,
some are strong , some are weak.
Some do good, some do wrong,
some are touched by the devils prong.
Society and up bringing play a central part,
in how a person performs and acts
and if he has a heart.
Parental love can influence
the way a child behaves
and fill his life with happiness
throughout his childhood days.
we are all so very different
we must learn to get along
showing love in this world
to which we all belong
cos every man knows deep down
at the center of his heart,
we´re all great individuals,
Gods wondrous work of art.
by Suzanne Karbach 17th August 2014
Eagle and the BearBorn in the land of the eagle
unto the blood of the bear.
I learned early across horizons of time
that life, is never fair.
Yet I've found, through many failures
have come out of them more gain;
for born unto me of freedom, the wings of the eagle
and the fight of the bear in my veins.
For with grace I soar
and in strength I roar.
My spirit, ANGERS for justice!
Together, with the eagle's eye
and the bear's great, fighting size;
Opression - shall BOW
Time For Adventurous ProcrastinationTime is at my fingertips everyday
Yet I spend them on words and play
Instead of taking the time to work
I venture where the dust bunnies lurk
It's strange to spend my day away
To go off the beaten path and stray
It's not bad, not a crime of any sort
Discovery is worthy as a golden quartz
It's my mini adventure from home
Where I can fly, surf, and roam
I meet invisible, unreachable friends
They give me nice chats that rarely end
Wish, grant my wish to escape reality!
Give me something without normality!
Let me surf on the silky, silvery sea
And unlock many more happiness for me
And so I continue to use, not misuse
The precious time where I let loose
Death's Truth“I have never kept the truth from you,” Death said to me.
“I have never locked it away deep inside of me.
The truth I tell is for your own good, and I just want you to see
What will always be expected in the years you will live freely —
I took the happiness that kept you sane, which was luminously,
As it dwelled in the darkness that engulfed you so profoundly.
In all your youth years, you’ve claimed you were lonely,
And then I came along and took another from you not angrily
But caringly. Without me, you wouldn’t have been awakened and aimlessly,
Allowing Life to fool you into their game and carelessly
Lying to you about what shall come and what shall not continuously.
I am harsh and I know it very well, but I am not the villain many say clearly.
I assist players, who need the devastating pain to help them move onward bravely,
But then I’m considered the bad guy as the player does my job for me and does it abruptly.
The truth is, you don’
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