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
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,
in the depths of your mind,
That it's easy being a male,
but let me tell you, that's a lie
Do you know how it feels,
to reach societies expectations,
and if you fail to do so,
must give everyone an explanation?
Or the pain you feel,
when walking with a group of friends,
and a lone girl walks by,
and you stare at her instead.
Not because you lust over her,
or because she's revealing,
put because she has beauty,
like an angel in the clearing.
But you must want to rape her,
or call her a slut,
and because of wishful thoughts,
you have the right to be punched in the gut.
And what's the point of compliments,
when they come from your heart,
you're obviously being sexist,
wasn't that your intention for the start?
Do you know how it feels,
to be raped and feel meaningless,
but to be shunned by society,
And blamed for feeling so senseless.
You are a guy,
“strong proud and tall”
you're not a girl,
so it doesn't matter at all.
That is painful,
to hear an
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,
as a pristine delicate paper ball,
filled with love and happiness,
innocent and whole.
This fine intricately woven filigree orb
inside of all their hearts,
must be cherished protected and loved,
lest it fall apart.
A remark out of place
is like a slap in the face.
Taking the fool
and all ridicule,
can crush and destroy this beautiful soul,
leaving irreparable damage untold.
When paper is crumpled, creased, dashed and trodden,
the marks left are plain to see.
With the soul it´s the same, hurt, scarred and broken
and bullied into misery.
With apologies you may want forgiveness,
like the paper you try to smooth out the creases.
But the paper is beyond repair
just like a soul full of despair
It´s too late to pick up the pieces.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach October 2014.
Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyes
The endless abyss of the soul
Behind this mask I hide
The enigma of my whole
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthood
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,
and they know it’s true,
just take a long look
see what other have been through.
This world is terrible,
I’ve heard it all before
and the problems we face
are like a stone locked door.
War in one state,
death in another
Good God, I’m surprised
we haven’t killed each other.
Ebola is a virus,
you’ve all heard it I know,
It’s serious isn’t it,
yet people joke like it’s a comedy show.
People are at odds
with what’s a sin or not
But loving whom you choose
is just a wishful thought.
And what is this ISIS
who claims to do right?
When poor, terrified families
can’t even sleep without fright.
And let’s take a step back,
look at western feminism,
which is a pitiful joke,
compared to right-stricken women.
And what about men,
people turn a blind eye,
to rape, murder and abuse,
feminist alike still deny.
Children are poor,
in some of the richest countries,
they beg in the streets,
in wealth filled cities.
The RobinClipped are the wings of freedom's song,
her cry a distant call.
locked inward a cage of grief,
her time shall not be long.
She dreams to soar the sky above,
to taste the morning sun.
To fly above oppression's reach,
in hopes she may find love.
Why She's FeministThey took the light from her eyes,
when they took the light from him.
An even to this day,
he wishes his life could end.
She wasn’t a feminist,
until she turned seventeen,
and she hadn’t put much thought into it,
it really wasn’t what it seemed.
But one night when things,
were silent and casual,
she and her brother,
studied like usual.
However she noticed,
without having to say,
that her little brother was nervous
he began to act in strange ways.
She wanted to ask him
if everything was alright
but she wasn’t at all prepared
for what else would happen that night.
She screamed louder than ever
when those boys broke in,
they attacked her first,
she wasn’t a match for them.
She fell to the ground,
with a bruise on her cheek
she watched helplessly as the boys
took her brother off his feet.
They hit him and beat him
threw him to the ground
ignored his tears
right before they began to crowd.
They stripped him one by one
and by that time she tried to move
Never EndingIt´s something that´s so hard to bear
After losing a dear loved one,
the days go by without ever changing,
uneventful and dull.
On waking every morning, you face the day , you try.
You´re going through the motions
but there´s something not quite right.
There´s an empty space in your broken heart
that´s now full of disappointment.
With no hope of ever healing it,
no cure , or soothing ointment.
It´s like waking up on Christmas morn
to hear it´s been called off
and every day driving miles and miles
around in thick dense fog.
Daily greetings from the Ground Hog,
each day it seems the same.
For this never ending sadness
is your broken heart to blame.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach October 2014
Her Broken HeartThere was a little girl,
With a broken heart.
That spent every night,
Trying to mend it back together.
Was like glass.
It would fall,
And shatter to pieces.
She was missing something,
Her heart would never be whole.
The pieces were stolen,
And would never be given back.
She didn't know how to survive,
Every memory tormented her.
And the scars would only,
Bring them back to life.
All she ever wanted,
Was to be loved.
To not be invisible,
To everyone in the world.
But she'll put on a smile.
Because she doesn't want anyone to see,
That this girl is me.