Left but not forgotten
Aches and pains duly noted
left behind and rotten
Summer stole what winter found
left behind not a sound
We all move on
we all move on
left behind a clue
I will wait for you.
Painted.Awful, just awful
look how the flowers bloom
speaking as an elder
although their life is new
Wisdom is rarely passed
yet to those who learn it well
they win at life's game
Knowledge is a power too fierce for eyes to find
yet for those who cannot get it
they often end up blind
ignorance isn't bliss
to the beggar on the street
stupid isn't nice
for a man too fat to feed
children laying dead are happy for the peace
wealthy are complaining about the blisters on their feet
happy isn't there for those who will not see
and happy isn't there for those who won't believe
The flower may have nothing
yet have something more then I
they have a innocent look
on a dreadful life
look here,now see
the mirror is broken,true
but all I really see
are reflections of you
here now,here now take will of what I tell
We all may have our troubles
but I haven't painted,white, my hell.
But you'd never see it.I am not fear
no I am red
I am not sorrow
no I am black
I am not chaos
no I am calm
A fire that doesn't burn
A pain that fades with time
A love undesired
A filthy lie
I am rage and I am pure white
just as sin.
Cause..I pray aloud to the world
To the powers that are around us
I pray for a while
And I pray for you
Lie in comfort not in pain
know you are loved
Live for the moment and not for the fears
Life for love and live for us
I ask for nothing but hope
I beg for life and another year
all I can do is pray
and hope death feels sympathy just once
If the clock's run out
know that I prayed
Know that I prayed until my blood and tears stopped.
Know that I love you and always will
Please come home safe
cause I prayed
please don't go
cause I prayed
I already lost one
so you can't leave
cause I prayed.
Am ISafe In the Water
Safe in the water
Safe in the water
Waves up on shore
swallow me whole
Safe in the water
drag me to the deep
Safe in the water
Dark and Mysterious
Blue and Enchanting
Safe in the water
Disgusting and Filthy
Black and Consuming
Safe in the water
To be lost to the waters
or dry up on land
know what I'm missing
or content with what I have
Safe in the water?
That I am.
I supposeLonely is the heart that weights
Unload Hypocrisy and see underneath
Is unkindly manners just?
Not much be done for those who deny
not much be done for those who cry
but all be done for a grin.
Pleasantly leave me
faces mock my scorn
black is the cup I hold
gold is the liquid
Is poisonous how they sing
is poisonous how we believe
deathly ill life makes
Suppose but ah that is a mistake
never assume to know each corner of a maze
Love but do not fall
Falling deeper then within
Lonely was the heart that waited
New lightShe wears a white gown, silky and beautiful.
The room is quiet and her thoughts drift to the past. It's OK though since she's made her peace with it.
The face she saw so many times appeared again, his face, the dark purple eyes that held as much sadness as she once did. The smile shared in a halfhearted kiss when they ravished each others bodies.
All fragile and preserved memories.
She puts on her face, Make up covering glowing skin, next she slips on her silver heels and light veil and stands. Tear fell before she could stop them. None were of sadness as she only felt glory as a dream was reflected in the mirror. Interrupted by her fathers knock and entrance she is soon given the signal it was time and followed arm and arm towards her dream.
Music arose as well as the audience as she glided down the isle. She held her breathe seeing happiness all around. and her new angel waiting for her at the end.
Still her mind pulled back to those memories...memorie
havent done this in a whileI use to wear a shadow to hide away my sins
hide the pain of the mistakes burnt deep into my skin
Yet stranded here again back against the wall
sets a screen blasting through my past
as my heart began to fall
I felt the pressure of days gone
and how clocks do turn
my smiles braces every pain but peace is what my soul yearns
I glide through a valley unknown to such things
they wish to see me shatter but I will show no pain
these wounds are alive, parasitic eating me inside
but I carry on and shed not a tear
since salty sweet misery is just as a drug to me
I swore not to frown to live up to my life
bullet through the heartache and a knife to the strife
Living, Loving and fighting true is what I've been known to do
so listen once and listen twice, no soul should take it's own life.
DevouredFleeting love, It passes by
Cannot be seen by a naked eye
It is there in a moment
a shining blister of light
A freckle of reality
A tear in mid flight.
Where it came from...no one knows..
What's it's course....wheres it's goal
no one knows
but it's so rare a beauty by a name so sweet
it seemed that in a second
It's devoured me.
Letter to myselfCrying out into the night.
I yell my whispered dreams
the fairy float by laughing,cruel as it seems.
Is it foolish to believe that in one's self truth lies
or is it a fools dance to live within those lies
is ignorance your failure or is it your saint
Am I free from it or am I just a slave?
Shakled to my choices living life is grand
Should I thank the heavens or join satan's band
Neither suit me well, this limbo is my whim
Can it save me from love
or am I more bound to a simple little fate?
Wings of white glory can glitter in like gold
but it can only strengthen these shadow's hold
one against the other
balance,as it seems, is lost with in the tears
that formed this agony
I suppose we can care
join forces in the end
yet those broken families
will they ever mend
And this my letter true
to my future self
if lost within your fate
never lose yourself
for pain is bound to all
feelings come and go
though it's never right
listen to your heart
I Find MyselfI find myself in my bedroom walls,
Silent and ever watchful.
I find myself in the worn living room floors,
Beaten down until used to it.
I find myself underneath my bed,
Understanding that I am my own monster.
I find myself looking at the door,
Wondering when it will open.
I find myself peeping through the window,
But night leaves nothing in my sight.
I find myself in old conversations,
My heart finally still.
I find myself stamped into black words,
Wishing for white paint.
I find myself in moonlight,
And beg for the sun.
I find myself in a dream,
After all of this nightmare.
I find myself crying,
Because you are still there.
I find myself hoping that this,
This is the last time.
I find myself turning from you,
There is no use lying.
I find myself smiling,
I find myself a lost cause,
I always find myself
Waiting for you.
Rising from the ashesI sank down
All the way to the bottom
And I thought
I'd never rise again
But I've found my way
I relied on great friends
I fought hard
And even if I still have
A long way to go
I'll keep trying
I will survive
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
There was a time
when he had long, curly hair
to rival that of any
his father called him
"My little Princess"
but he was always a
Prince, and couldn't see
why his Mother did not
There were two times
where he went to a church
once for a Christmas service and
he couldn't understand how
"God is love," when he
had been cursed with a body
not his own -
another a few years later
when his outside
matched his inside,
but they turned him away
still claiming that
"God is love," and he
still couldn't understand
how that was possible.
There were three times
when other boys at school
followed him home cursing
every bone in his body,
calling him names, there
was one with blue eyes
who had a knife and left him
and the nurses in hospital
called him the wrong name -
at night he cried bitterly
about the world's ignorance.
There were four times
when he wondered if there
was a special heaven
for boys like him and,
hoping there was,
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
I won't cryyou can ask me how I am.
that's okay I won't cry
I don't know how I am, I can't correctly describe it.
Other than to say there's a constant ache in my chest
and a tightness in my throat,
with swelled up emotions sitting somewhere at the back of my eyes.
You should be careful what you say
but then I can't even explain what triggers these feelings
so say what you like,I'll just react in which ever way,
cos I have no controll now.
The way I feel everyday, has become so familiar to me,
since I lost him.
Sometimes it's so hard to bear,
the constant ache in my chest threatens to crush me
It's hard to breath.
The tightness im my throat burns,
I want to wail out loud my inarticulate utterances of grief
and release all my pent up emotions.
But don't worry you can ask me how I am.
It's okay, I won't cry.
Written by Suzanne karbach
21st may 2015
The Bright Side of DyslexiaI was born with auditory dyslexia.
I once heard of someone who wrote, directed, and coastguard in their own movie.
I knew what the right word was, but it still got me thinking:
About the invigorating music of waves crashing against my vessel,
The challenge of serving to the best of my skills,
The pride of keeping the shores of my homeland safe.
That was how I found my career,
And it's been just as rewarding as I had hoped.
An episode of CSI mentioned literature marks on the vic's neck,
Which inspired a fulfilling side project of poetry.
In a later CSI, taunts were exchanged:
"I'm the king of the jingle here! You don't stand a chants!"
"That's what you think! This isn't my first radio!"
(It wasn't a very well-written episode.)
Anyway, with that I tried adding tunes to my rhymes.
The result was better than I expected;
A local morning show even played one of my works on the radio!
My girlfriend told me she needed a shoulder to crayon.
This inspired me to
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
AlcoholicYour tux is the color
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work-
something you’ve never
had to experience
yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of people
will turn to black coal,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.