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I miss youIf there could be any way
That I could just reach your hand
And hold it tight in mine
Is it so far away
I just seem to be unable
To catch it
I love you
The moon's full now
And keeps me awake
All along the dark night
The stars get weaker every time
I look above at them
And you aren't there
I love you
It's been too long
Your eyes are fading from my mind
I can't remember them in detail
Your face's lines
Are blurry when I try to see it in my head
I love you
I miss you too much even
My tears are all used up
My eyes are dry as the cold wind
Blowing around me
I'm frozen to the bones
I miss you
Autumn's arrivalClouds flying over
Bringing rain and wind
From the west
Making the mornings and evenings
Darker bit by bit
Sown all over the sky
Accompanying the cold moon
Sleeping deep as a rose
Covered with dew
Dreamy nightShe sat on the cathedral
Looking at the stars at night
Trying to count them all
But there were more than
She could ever imagine
She was accompanied
By the moon
The huge night
Was like a big black space
In front of her
But the stars came to her
And gave her imagination
She saw a little bear
Sleeping on the moon
And a smile appeared on her face
She dozed off
When a thousand snowy little birds
Came to close her eyes
And cover her
With a woolen duvet
To keep her warm
During this frozen dark night
I miss youWhile the year will be moving on
The autumn leaves will fall
I will wear a coat and my ochre colored trousers
And I'll think of you
Christmas will come soon
And snowflakes will whiten the roofs and trees
Bells will ring
A Christmas tree will be cheering up the house
And I'll think of you
New Year will follow as well
With all its fireworks and feasts
I'll wish you a happy new year from afar
Full of good moments and luck
Spring will show up again
With Carnival and Easter eggs
It will make me feel light and cheerful
But there will be a few tears
And I'll think of you
Summer will follow and dry the tears
And at the end of August
After all the vacation
We will meet again the last week
After a year full of ups and downs
But a hug will fix my broken heart
Before scars show up again
For a next year
Running through the crackling snow
Under my feet
Everything is white
White and frozen
I hear the trees
Whisper to each other
Words of secrets
I see the ravens fly away
Flapping their wings
As I pass by
Closer and closer
My breaths freeze
Into a white cold cloud
Nobody to be seen
Only the footprints I left behind me
When I close my eyes
A thousand snow white wolves
By my sides
Their ocean blue eyes
Freezing my heart
Cold but warm
At the same time
LostIf I walk down this street
Tonight it's too silent
The stars are away
The moon hides somewhere else
I can't hear a noise
I can't see anything
Groping in the dark
Trying to find a way
Someone help me out
Before I'm taken away
Fading in black
Seized by darkness' claws
Fly with meIf we could just
Fly up into the sky
And chase the dreams we have
I'll show you the most beautiful places
And the most beautiful nature
If you will keep holding my hand
And kiss me once in a while
We'll walk on the clouds
Grey or white or pink
No matter if it starts to rain
WinterThe sun is shining bright
The stars show up at night
But when I think of you
I feel like I'm cosily wrapped in
An autumn scarf
My hands in my coats woolen pockets
Watching the wind carry the leaves
Further and further
The sky is blue and clear
No clouds to be seen
But when I think of your eyes
I feel like I'm on a soft couch
In front of the warming fire
Watching the snowflakes fall down
Behind the window
The sun is dry and scorching
No rain to fall
But when I hear your voice
It sounds like a thousand bells
Ringing at Christmas Eve
While we're sitting next to
The Christmas tree
In the warm glow
Of the candles
Watching the snow
Holding frozen hands
As long asAs long as you'll come back
Once in a while
Just to see me again
And remember all the friendship
I'll keep smiling
I'll keep doing what I do
As long as I'll see your face
Once or twice in the year
I'll be happy
I'll keep dreaming
As long as you will
Show up again sometimes
Smile at me and look in my eyes
Do what you and I do
I won't be sad
I won't cry
On reflectionOn looking back into your past
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
QuatrainMirrored by a rippling shadow
Looming over the watery reflection
Their bodies reaching high with golden tips
Bestowed by the waning light of nature
Burdened by an ageless battle
Their old scabrous impression
The serene elevation over Earth's pits
Nestled within verdant nature's cradle
Pelted by hail until leaves turn to tatter
The leaves regrow with nature's own fixation
High enough to grasp the sky to sip
Drinking deep from Neptune's own ladle
Listening to your lies..Pulling on my insides..
Spilling my intestines..
Burning my throat..
Searing my body.
Listening to your lies,
is like being stung with a million bees,
being stabbed a million times,
being set on fire,
and then peed on..
Stop lying to me..Just tell me what you really mean!
Wrap me in ink, wrap me in beauty.
Only break the silence to say something soothing.
Wrap me in beauty, wrap me in water.
Is there bad news to share? Save it for later.
Wrap me in water, wrap me in black.
I will be gone a while, then I'll be back.
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must flee
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly said
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your untamed rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you alone created
So I dug down deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the f
Nope And No Way
No rhymes tonight
Something is off
And just not right,
Empty that trough
There in your head.
Take a shower
Get in your bed.
Spend your hours
With your old cat
And that is that!
Der GrafDer letzte Biss ist schon lang her
und junges Blut ist sein Begehr.
Doch mittlerweile ist er alt.
Der Schrei der Furcht ist lang verhallt.
Denn mit dem blöden Kunstgebiss,
hat vor dem Grafen niemand Schiss.
Und selbst sein Schloss, das ist verfallen.
Verstaubt und still die großen Hallen,
wo einst noch Feste voller Glanz,
gefeiert mit manch heißem Tanz.
Doch diese Zeiten sind vorbei,
Das Ende sehnt er nun herbei.
Statt schöne Hälse zu beschaun,
erwartet er - das Morgengraun.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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