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I'll Go Out With A BangI find myself beginning once again.
So far from an elusive end.
My consistent sigh of breath, I detest.
My constant need to inhale and exhale, I repress.
But still I find myself trying to impress.
And I'm still trying to do what's right without seeming suppressed.
But to you, what I'm fighting for, isn't even worth the fight.
And this bending and winding,
With no assurance of an end.
No reassurance to possibly again begin!
Failing is not an option I was given!
You made that crystal when I first began.
This needed perfection.
The weight of the sky.
The air so dense.
The world spinning on top of my shoulders.
I loathe it all.
Then my chest rises into a suppressed dying fall.
Oh! I hate my lungs!
They will not stop moving within.
I feel each of their poundings against my rib and skin.
And then I decided, I shall be an arsonist!
I will coax the flames to get some kind of pleasure.
I need some type of satisfaction!
A thrill I never before had the privilege to ex
PariahThen being alone proved to be more compamy than being with them. And in some weird way you felt at home by being away. And the light seemed dark, especially within the day. And the night seemed also too dark and became a scary place. All because you were once afraid that sinners became saints for their lives became blank and as white as a cotton slate. And somehow you did not belong to this world. You became an alien race, tainted and warped in your alien face! You became a stranger to your friends; their words became putrid laced. They decorated your mind along with every foul thought they would make. And how your heart became at stake of ever getting staked. But the wood they would use, of course, was of a nasty taste. So you ran. You ran and ran coming up on a new place. And the heart never again vulnerable became a heart now saved. And soul
EsyliumI once found myself fabricating,
All alone and separate, simply thinking.
And with my every part hesitating,
I found myself recreating,
And all around imitating,
I guess you could call it replicating,
For my thoughts were well breathing.
My inhaling and exhaling orchestrating,
Every breath lively illustrating,
Never once adulterating,
It all was so exasperating,
All of this make-believing.
But still I kept elaborating,
My very thoughts exaggerating,
My whole self reverberating,
My mind kept impersonating,
But I held to my thoughts rapturing.
In turn, made you more infatuating,
And, in my mind, illumiating,
And I never ceased creating,
GreyAll I remember is grey.
The long faded grey road.
To our right, through smoky eyes I saw.
The small slated rocks that mimicked small grey mountains.
The threatening grey clouds clinging low in the dusky sky,
Practically making it an ashen fog.
That favorite grey shirt that he wore,
Which smelled of cologne and rainy, grey wind.
The silver truck that could not stop.
Yeah, I can not remember anything other than grey.
DyingBefore I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe.
Before my hearts stops all blood, let it beat.
For I became lost some time ago,
When at first I wandered and found myself alone.
To this day, I lay in my coffin of weeds.
Still silent and waiting for you to see me,
And if you happen to come across,
My body on this ground once bare,
Perhaps you'll think me lost;
But if you stopped to stare,
You'll seem to find my chest still fighting to rise.
Barely clinging to breath so you can watch it die.
The Voice of HeavenThe sweetest music fills the atmosphere
The voice of heaven itself
Surfing on waves of air
Sound so pleasant, beyond orgasmic
Listen to the subtle facets of its audible splendor
Every measure, every crescendo, every lick
Everyone is savored
Never have ears been so graced
Graced by such a precious lullaby
Transcendent silvery tones caress the soul
Knees begin to buckle
Everything fades in haunting mist
Oh, harmonious ballad!
The notes sparkle along their silky path
So smooth, so lovely
Sing them forever
Sing sweet love,
Your beautiful heart let shine!
Light up the darkness
Play your songs again and again
Play your songs in my heart
In the heart you've captured and chained to yours
If only everyone could know their magick
Those notes will resonate in me til I die and ever after
I love you, voice of heaven
Lost and FoundHe has prayed as much
as he said "I love you"
in both cases
they were inaudible
Occasionally you can hear him
when he traces the outline of you
similar to the way
a stroke induced December
remembers to speak spring
like he's seen you before in his dreams
You can hear him
when his eyes linger at your smile
as if he could find faith
from your light
trapped, imbedded in insecurity
his way is a broken record even the deaf could listen to
He will not say I love you
not because he doesn't
but because you can not hear a man
you have yet to meet
but when you do, oh god, you will be brutally aware
Because with love like his
you could drown twice
and not want to come up for air
two can play at this gamehelp.
my heart beats
and my lungs
swell with air,
but I swore
my life would
cease to be
if I could
no longer call
you mine. please
By Suzanne Karbach 27th July 2014
sugarclawyou sang, watermystic
rosehips swaying two hearts
to a shell
and i, niagara
fell beneath, earth tesselate
seeping in infinite squares
but this is no desert love
story you are telling, lies
stretched over acres
o' your sweetscented mouth
One Year // TimelessOne Year // Timeless
I wanted to write something,
About being with you for
A whole year.
But I can’t. (So I won’t)
Because it doesn’t feel like
A whole year.
I feel like I just met you,
I feel like I’ve always known you,
There is something meaningless about
“A whole year”.
It feels timeless.
One Year // Timeless
I know from eighth grade Science Class
That energy cannot be
Created (nor destroyed).
This, I’m quite sure, is the case with how I feel about you.
I think this feeling goes beyond me,
It stretches back through time,
And has lived many lives.
It started, I believe, as a far off sun.
All passion and fire and boiling,
Existing that way for many billions of years,
Until it compressed and
All that energy released into the cosmos,
Undamaged, undestroyed, (uncreated).
For a while after that, it existed as the stars.
Every last twinkling one in the sky,
It nestled a bit of itself into.
YouWhen every breath brings a memory,
I begin to dread to breathe.
And in pure haste, I silence my lungs,
Or at least I try.
And every thoughts brings about your face,
The look I have seen a thousand times.
(Even in my reasoning, I cannot deny you.)
I ordain myself to stop.
Or at least in contempt, I attempt.
And damn the night.!
I loathe its darkness.
But more the suffocating dreams...
Because of you I am unable to endure any sleep,
Nor the thoughts that pre-exist.
No; to hell with reminisces of you.
No longer will I let myself commemorate history.
Lovely once? But lovely in perpetuum!
Our once evermore infinitiveness,
Oh, it has turned into almost happenstances.
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