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JudgmentNo matter what we do in life we're judged. Good, bad....we're judged by everyone...every choice we make or don't make seems to be examined as though we're rats in a lab trying to pick which path to go to reach the cheese. Those that do the judging, most of the time, think that they are entitled to think they know the reason behind whatever action you may have performed, therefore, forming a fabric...ated misunderstanding within their minds. Like a man that beats a woman; though the act in itself isn't justifiable, perhaps as a child...that little boy was beat everyday by his mother or father...or in a different view...witnesses his father beating the mother, or vice versa, and wanted to be just like Daddy and/or Mommy. The only thing that people see is a brute of a man seeming to have some sort of complex, taking it out on the woman thus calling him a monster...the same thing is said when the rolls are reversed and it is the woman that is deemed the aggressor...seen as the monster.
Lion of my DreamsI saw a little black kitty today and in the spirit of Halloween, I thought there might be a witch nearby. Laughing to myself, shaking my head, I just kept walking to my house where I knew my kitten was waiting for me. Fur of black, just like midnight, with a pale white stripe, as white as the moon, going down the back and covering the paws...it came up to me and purred like an engine. I picked it up and cuddled it so, but felt something really off. The next thing I knew, in my arms, wasn't a kitten at all...it was a spider. I yelled from fright, dropped it and moved back, only to have the blasted thing chase me. You better bet your bottom dollar I took off running then and just kept running....out of the house, down the street, around the corner, and then down another street. That's when I decided to stop, trying to catch my breath, but then I heard something. Looking up with a sharp movement of my head, I noticed I had run straight into an alley way. Dark it was, ever so dark that
Realm of SleepHave you ever been taken within the arms of sleep,
Your body ever so tired, exhausted, and weary,
Ableto pass quickly through the gates of dreams,
So taken by the weight of your slumber so deep,
Thinking that you'll never again wake up to reality,
Because within the world of hopes and dreams,
Things seem to be okay, to be at peace,
Such a tempting idea, such a tempting treat,
To never wake up, to stay within the realm of sleep.
ImportanceWhat is there to do when everything seems to be crashing upon you in never ending waves of stress and struggle?
What is there to try when all efforts at anything seem to fail before things are started, before they are even put into place?
What is there to possibly think when each and every thought seems to be nothing more than a silly notion?
And, what is there to ever say when each and ever word is neither heard nor listened to?
Nothing can be done when each wave has more force and impact than the body can handle.
Nothing can be tired, for the efforts clearly aren't enough and only seem to be a waste of time.
Nothing should be thought, or rather, each of those thoughts should be kept within and hidden away from the opinions of others.
Nothing could possibly be said for the words would only fall upon deaf ears.
No no no...
Even though struggle may exist within each path you try and take, there is always something to learn from the struggle itself....t
Through every stage in life, tThrough every stage in life, things always seem to backfire.
They always have that option to go completely wrong one way or another.
To open up one door is to close the other, leaving things behind.
But when things take a turn for the worst, there is no rewinding of time.
What's done is done, what's been said cannot be taken back or ever forgotten.
Perhaps, it can be let go, but most hold it inside, leaving it to become rotten.
Guards get let down, hopes are boosted too high, and dreams become too big.
But life always finds a way to tear them apart as if they never existed.
Then again, there is a bright side that many just do not ever see.
For them, it's more of a struggle to reach the end of THAT journey.
Even so, there's always going to be up's and down's to everything....
How many there are just depends on how one chooses to write their story.
Always The ServantA healer, despite their powers, is never seen as a grand wizard.
Just as a king or queen is never seen in the body of a servant.
To Love and CareTo love and to care for someone is to worry about them on a daily basis whether or not that worry is known by them. To love and to care for someone is to twist and bend til each party is sore from fighting and stress. But really, when nothing seems to really get through all that much...when is the right time to let that person be and just...slowly start learning to let them go? Perhaps, never, for the heart never really lets people go or lets that care for the other person fade away completely. Even if we try as hard as possible to make it all disappear, move away, never see that face again...eventually it'll strike you once more from a passing glance of them...all the memories and emotions draw right back up at the speed of light. Words might not be exchanged or an entire conversation could play out but when all is said and done, you did once care and love this person whether you like it or not. Whether or not it was a mistake in your mind. Whether or not the parting of ways was a sou
WishingTake the time and close your eyes for a mere second. Think of a darkened sky, the moon
in the phase of being new, and millions of glowing stars filling this darkened space. You
see the constellations make their appearances, make the endless river of sky larger…as
though it has no end to it. Now, you open your eyes to meet this mysterious scene before
you until…a streak of light flashes by, which hardly gives you the time to glimpse what it
was. You catch a second flash of glittering light, catching what it's supposed to be this
time. Well, what do you know? A shooting star to wish upon its glow. Once again, you
shut your eyes, but this time with excitement. Hands clasp before you and a silent air
takes place for naught but a few minutes as you're there left wishing.
What Makes a Dancer?The Dancer; perfect form, elegant and strong lines, and beautifully posed movements. What is it that makes a dancer, well…a dancer? Is it everything that was said before the question was asked? Is it the way in which a dancer comes out with a steady flow of steps to a song they've never heard? Is it how a dancer can create their own style? Or, is it how they can capture the eyes of an audience, getting those individuals to feel each emotion placed within the dance itself?
Many styles of dance exist around us. Jazz, Hip Hop, Funk, Bollywood, Salsa, and Ballet just to name a few. Each style has a different dancer. Every dancer has their own unique steps. In a way, dancing is like painting a beautiful picture. The different hues and careful brush strokes could be the dancer picking which steps to put in their painting to make everything flow and blend seamlessly.
One, two, step, two…one, two, three, turn…skip, turn, one, step, two. There are so many ways to compose a dance, so many ways t
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To puruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life, a ‘stalker’
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
This I Who I
ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
Death's DaughterEverything to lose, nothing to gain.
There is so very little that remains.
A soul of light has turned to dark.
It's now littered with cuts and scars.
Noting to gain, everything to lose.
Death is the only option to choose.
He walks by her...he takes her hand...
She looks at him and knows he understands.
Coldness rest upon the skin,
Only seeming to sink further within.
She sits by a fire, begging for warmth...
But she wont...can't...feel it anymore.
Now, there is nothing to lose...
Now is there everything to gain.
Death now has a daughter in his home...
And there...in his arms...she'll always remain.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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