That is where I hope to fly
For you have gone where I cannot reach
A place only dreams can breach
But I know we will meet again
Because the end is never permanent
And we will burnThe words are like fire in my heart and my throat burns as I give them voice.
A solemn apology to a grander time when you, a handsome outsider, called my home interesting.
You left earthquakes in your wake and I promise you they will remain.
Although fate does not have our goals at heart, know that I would defy the universe for you.
How I miss the days when we watched the lights dance just under the void.
Gone are the times where what I called normal had you grinning like a fool and praising the nature of existence.
I know that where you are is far away, yet I also know there is a door waiting for you to find it.
For the first time in so long I am allowed to speak the truth and oh it burns.
Fire is a potent weapon and also a symbol of hope.
To do both for the only place I have ever called home, I set my vocal chords alight.
A solemn apology to grander times long past.
Times never to return.
A thousand “I'm sorry”s to future promises broken.
Goodbyes never given.
OcarinaTell me the days
Show me the nights
Bring me back to when everything was right
You gave me a song
Your melody to keep
A sign that our friendship was ever so deep
It was simpler times
We laughed and we cried
But always together side by side
Now these notes ring hollow
They echo in the empty air
I have to wonder if you are still somewhere out there
The familiar landscape beyond recognition
The world I know has changed
I traverse it with desperate hopes to see you again
The lush forest draws me back
With the faint familiar melody
Yet the only time I call it home is in my memories
Time has taken us apart
And your music is all I have
Within the meadow I take your seat
And play softly your song
on the instrument you gave to me
Full MoonLonely is a hard word to define
Wanting others around?
That being impossible?
Or simply being on your own?
Maybe it's all of the above
But if you've always been alone, does it truly count?
How can you tell the difference if you've never had the opposite?
Darkness can only be defined by lack of light
But if you've never seen the light to begin with...
Apathy is poisonous
That you proved to me and so much more
What was it I said to you that night on the train?
"I'm trusting you to watch my six"
I consider the trust upheld
Though I'm not sure you do
Make no mistake
This fate was chosen of my own free will
After all, apathy may be poison
But so is caring
I know I picked correctly
And next time you see a full moon
Please think of me
But promise you'll smile
Like I should have done more
LiveDo you ever have that feeling?
The urge to just get up and go?
It's not because you hate your home life
It's not because you want to leave this town behind
The feeling comes after you realize that life is short
and you've spent all these seasons inside.
Start the car
It's a summer's eve when you ask your parents for permission
They ask where you want to go and you tell them you aren't sure but you'll be back soon
You try to explain the feeling and they don't quite understand
but they give you the keys anyway
Follow me to anywhere
Bright eyes focus on the road like you were taught
But from your peripheral vision and every single stoplight you feel it
The glow of the stars above you mixed with the aura of the evening air
A warm wind picks up and you turn the car to follow it
City lights pollute the sky
Come with me to a better place
You aren't a wild child
You don't stop the car at bars or parties
You certainly don't entertain the
Teach Me the Magical LyricsTawamu hishigu kanaderu horobi no oto
Tsudou tsumoru kasanaru saigo no uta
Hibike utae tonaeyo kaere
Hai ha hai ni chiri ha chiri ni
The melodious voice fades with the end of the song. He doesn't want it to stop but it's how the game works. He hopes she'll play it again.
"YES! I got a perfect!" she exclaims from the living room. He can't see her at this angle because the figurine table is around the corner, but sound travels well in this house.
"All right, now turn it off so we can go." It's the mother.
"Kay, just give me a minute to quit."
Within ten minutes the familiar double-click of the front door locking can be heard. The house is silent for only a moment before there is hustle and bustle from upstairs, and a shout of "Movie night!" He tries not to look disappointed. It was only the other day that his owner moved him downstairs to join her other figu
Static Wind [Chapter 1]It's foggy.
That's not the first thing he notices upon opening his eyes, but it's a prominent factor for his first realization; this isn't the department store. He sits up and replays the scene in his head. The robot had packed way more of a punch than he'd realized, and he'd been off-balance to boot. Amy and Tails had come to the rescue, and bam, they'd been thrown into a shelf of televisions.
Had he hit his head on one? Crashed into it too hard? Got a concussion? It's beginning to seem like that's kind of the only explanation here. This place can't be real. An empty road stretches into the horizon, which is an ominous sky of jagged black and red stripes. He decides to ignore the weird scenery and try to wake himself up. Because really? He has to have passed out. This place is one heck of a wacky dream, but a hero isn't allowed to fall unconscious in the middle of a battle! He's got a city to save!
Well actually the thought of that city brings to mind the department store, and he hope
Static Wind [Prologue]"Okay, for the life of me I just can't remember the word. Help me out here man."
"There's a word that fits ya to a T. Perfect description. I wanna be able to tell ya but I'm having a bit of memory loss here. Toss me some suggestions."
"Uh, kay. Weird, but kay. I got this. Lemme see, what do the others call me... Brave, heroic, caring, thoughtful,"
"No no. Not any of those. Oh! That's it! I remember now! Pathetic."
"Pathetic. What else would ya call someone who's fallen so far?"
"All right now I'm even more confused. I haven't fallen, whatever ya mean by that. And I'm not pathetic!"
"Oh. Ahahahaha! That's rich, dude! We both know that's a lie. A hero who can't save the day isn't a hero at all. You were wondering all this time why they haven't come to rescue you. Ever realized why? If you couldn't save them, why would they ever bother saving you? I'll say again. Pathetic."
"No. That's not true. I tried my best and that's all anyone
FreefallOh we're falling
and the world keeps turning us around
Yeah we're falling
and we don't know when we'll reach the ground
But my arms are spread
eyes open wide
and if this turns out
to be my last night
I'll enjoy it all the way down
and like always
I won't even make a sound
RunIt's all you've got left
The wind in your face as you rush past it all
Your view blurs into streaks
The colors blend into a new vision
No sound can reach you
It's a safe haven
Here in the fast track
Just keep on going and never look back
This new world that speed alone can create
You promise yourself you'll return eventually
But for now
The world changes
But one thing will always remain the same
The way you see the world
at 340 miles per hour
Being Pro-Life isn't easy."Prolifers’ are crazy fascists
Who complain about abortion,
They put some cells before a life,
And chastise a woman for her choices.
They must not understand,
How it feels to be judged,
To be hated or shunned down upon.
Or deprived of love."
But get this straight right now,
Because that’s not at all true
I have a really good feeling,
You don’t know what we go through.
Pro- life isn’t about abortion,
Whether a fetus is alive or not,
It has a much more deeper meaning,
And it would help to give it some thought.
Pro-life fights for those,
Who are alone, depressed or scared
Who think death is the only way,
To get them anywhere.
Prolife fights for those,
Who are beaten, for their orientation
or those who are looked down by the nation.
Pro life fights for those,
Who starve in other countries,
Why do you think Catholic Groups,
Go to feed the poor and hungry?
Prolife fights for those,
Who simply have nothing left,
Who are alone in the world,
And are welcomed by onl
Little messagesJust when another lonely day, starts to bring me down,
I could be out shopping or just strolling around.
I think of you of course, as I always do.
My dearest love, I´m still missing you.
My sadness, it begins to show,
it is no use, the tears just flow.
Then your spirit seems to talk to me,
cos everywhere there´s a message I see.
Messages on book covers, tell me" I should trust in me".
even on some bath salts, says "don´t worry be happy".
"Keep your chin up", "let your angel always be your guide".
It´s then I know you´re still there for me, always by my side.
The tears still flow, they always will
but now I know you are with me still.
It brings me comfort, it picks me up.
I know for sure, I´ll always have your love.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach November 2014
StargazingThe stars are watching me tonight
as I am gazing at them too,
and imagine what it feels right
beside the one I love; It's you.
I picture you as one of them,
illuminating from afar.
I'll gaze at you, like precious gem,
and dream that we will be at par.
Is it odd that I guessed my fate before I could even piece it together?
With my father and his cruel teachings.
My mother and her superiority.
My brother and his anger.
My sister and her detachment.
I've been smiling this whole time..
This whole time!
But that's all I ever did.
Not breathing, not catching a breath.
But now, I understand why I didn't.
For each time I breathed, I breathed glass.
Sharp pointed shards.
Piercing my throat, cutting my tongue, blood gushing from every slash.
Thick crimson lava dripping down to my adam's apple.
Blood flying out with each cough.
Oh-how this pain defines me!
Oh-how I wish it didn't.
CatharticShut the door and breathe a sigh,
Not many understand
How truly vital is this time;
I take my pen in hand.
I lock myself inside my brain
And tuck away the key;
And finally I open up
Into a writing spree.
Sunlight rushes in upon
The cobwebs of my soul;
The stale air is swept away
My thoughts can now unroll.
Scattering mosaic words
In frenzies on the page;
My spirit soars in victory
Like swallows from a cage.
The bottled feelings that I hide
Find refuge and release;
This quiet pen-and-paper world
Enfolds my heart in peace.
Disastrous EscapeNow I know of your pain
please stop lying,
you know you're going insane
I want to save you from yourself
They hurt you
and I want to help you
but we both know
how this is going to end
I'll run to beg you stop
but I'm too late
as I see the gun drop
I'll find your body on the ground
with blood scattered
I touch your face
so serene, so cold
I will not leave your story untold
for this was your disastrous escape.
I've Done What I CanYou’ll be able to see one day
I’ll never lose my faith in you
If there’s something you want to say
You know just what to do
I’ll be waiting here for your voice
I've already done what I can for now
But it’s up to you to make the choice
You’re the only one that knows how
No matter how dark the night
There is nothing to fear
There’s no need to fight
The dawn is already here
The Savage Setting SunI stood upon a growling rock
Amidst a rabid sea,
And looked into the shutting eye.
That glared right back at me.
And as I stared into the eye,
This savage setting sun,
I could not help but shed a tear
To see its life was done.
The glint of red upon the waves,
It slowly seemed to slip
Behind the gold horizon like
A fleeting funeral ship.
And in a feral funeral chant
The ocean seemed to roar.
I faintly heard the pipe of Pan
That howled upon the shore.
The wind joined in this symphony.
It howled with dancing Pan
And echoed through the hallowed earth
And through the hearts of man.
The innocence of savagery,
Barbaric songs of yore
Like wild Cuhullin cried
And then were heard no more.
The glowing eye was finally shut;
The ship had finally gone
Far, far away into the deep
And silent great beyond.
The waves then ceased their feral chant,
And Pan his flute’s sweet trill;
The wind then ceased it’s mighty howl
And all the earth was still.
I stood amidst this silence and
I beat my thro
Scars decorate my body
Evidence of a troubled past
If only I knew back then
How long scars truly last
Needles and syringes
All have touched my skin
If I had known the consequences
I wouldn’t have done it back then
My body craved the numbness
My lips needed to touch the bottle
An addiction so toxic
It turns you hostile
Beaten into submission
My self-worth forever non-existent
If only I knew how to work my voice
If only I kept my distant
I wrapped the lips around the poison
And shoved it in my lungs
And now I know the danger
Of starting a deadly habit so young
Always searching but never finding
What is it I’m looking for
If only I had known
It was right behind the door