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Spirit GuideIt's from my heart's deep desire,
That I truly must inquire.
The questions from my guide,
Through dreams that I design.
Upon a prayer this I do call.
That you travel from heaven's own hall.
Either by feet, by wings, or by paws.
And revive a young spirit that falls.
For I am one that desires to know.
Who it is that can help me learn and grow.
So I may find guidance for pleasure and peace.
To fill the void and pain I find inside me.
CryIt is a sad sight to see a young man wail while entangled in the arms of another.It is pure sadness that is cried out in his uncontrollable sobs. All emotion coming from a heart that has been warped, twisted, abused, and forgotten. His past has happened and is gone, leaving him only harsh memories, emptiness and pain. Things that no one can easily escape from.
Whimpers escape his lips as he feels the pain from what has plagued his mind; Thinking of what could have been. Maybe something more then a friendship, or maybe something even more special then love itself. But now all hope is gone and all that is left is a wounded soul and a broken spirit.
His voice is raspy from crying. "I have always always been there for you." The tears continue to flow while his voice mumbles a grievous monotone sound. " I Would have given you the moon if I could, but you just didn't want. Anything." There is no anger in his voice, only sadness. It is not accusations that he
I HungerI hunger... for warmth.
The warmth of happiness- To feel serene at the end of the day.
The warmth from you- To hug and to hold and to be happy together.
The warmth of a pack- To rest easy as I'm surrounded by people who care.
The warmth of hope- To keep my spirit alive so it can fight the next day.
I hunger... and I'm tired of feeling cold.
My Seven Deadly SinsGluttony:
I've never thought of myself to be very gluttonous. I might be a bit hefty weight wise, but I don't eat and eat and eat and then get sick and eat some more. That's what I think of when someone mentions the deadly sin of Gluttony and so I feel I don't fail in that aspect. However, maybe I need to look at other qualities beside food. Gluttony is taking in too much other than what you need. The most obvious and first thought of being a gluten is eating too much food, but you could also put this under many things. Video games for my example. I play enough video games that it makes me ponder if I'm being Gluttonous. However, video games do not hamper my ability to communicate with friends or family (infact, they can be very good catalysts for enjoying a good night) I do not spend my time 24/7 on video games to where it seriously interferes with work or school. Nor am I 'addicted' to where I MUST play video games or I'm going to kill someone
TwistedYou found me while my life was crumpled into a tight ball.
My worry and stress all twisted and matted together into my pain and dreams.
Then piece by piece, you carefully un-crumpled me.
Slowly and carefully undoing the ball that this world had tightly wound.
And then you gazed in awe.
All the web of scars that was left had shaped a broken beauty.
Then you drew pictures upon my tattered page; wrote whispers of serenity upon those broken lines.
The ink stained over the scars like blood in a cloth; never to be removed.
And then knowing you could do no more for me.
The paper was tenderly folded once more and placed beside your heart.
Yet it still hurt.
Just as life crumpled my life, your folding too was painful.
But you folded with love.
Instead of with hate that life waded into me.
And now, what is to be done?
Now that these feelings are upon themselves once again.
I can feel the edges of the folds curling inward.
As well as the ink sweating as the note burns with yearning to be not besi
Hurting for youMy heart inside is broken,
It fell apart for you.
No more tears inside my eyelids,
For I cried them out for you.
No more voice to mourn my problems,
Because I wept and moaned for you.
My feelings are forever hurting,
Because I see that you are blue.
Even though I gave my everything,
My heart still breaks for you.
Because in this life it's just not fair,
When your happiness alludes you.
My ItemOn the outside you are small and simple, but inside, you can hold some real personal qualities. Size and color varies with taste, but your smooth, orange texture is just right for me. You are with me on the go and lighter than a handful of change, yet weighted down with the memories of the past.
You're a catalyst for fun, as well as a tool of opportunity for good times. You're like the keys to an adventure; one that can be as exciting or as mundane as the user makes it.
You're not biased or judgmental, but equal on every side. Yet, more often times than not, someone feels that the chances are swayed for better or worse.
You're like a best friend. Someone who can get you into some interesting situations, but can also save your butt when you least expect it.
Most importantly, you are a gift from an old friend. Someone who I will never forget may mourn over for all eternity.
My twenty-sided dice.
Learning How To Walk AgainLearning how to live my life without you feels like trying to learn how to walk after a terrible car accident.
You stumble frequently and those first few steps seem to hurt the most. The pain lingers on and on, until you wake up one morning and realize the pain has faded into the thing of the past. But then on those stormy nights, good ole author comes knocking on your door and you're haunted with those drilling aches and pains in your most tender joints.
The next few nights, or walks, are very painful. Stress so strong it's as if you can't compare it to your first step. You cry out as your heart breaks, the sound of cracking as your feet slowly grind back into its original place. You just have to keep walking and endure the fact that he's gone and never coming back.
Every new day, or every step forward, feels very numb. Then suddenly arthritis starts stabbing at your heart. It beats heavily to the awkward rhythm of your stumbling footsteps. I find no solace in what used to bring me jo
I cried again todayI cried again today...
Because the moment I thought was so pleasant,
Turned into the blade the split open my heart-
Causing the pain and emotion to go fleeting,
Until my soul was empty of all feeling.
I cried again today,
Because what memories I thought would fill the void in my heart,
Was actually the catalyst to tear my tears away-
which became trapped into my blankets and pillow,
As they muffled my sobs of pain.
I cried again today,
Because the name that was so wonderful,
Now only makes me feel sorrowful-
And what really feels so horrible,
That I don't think this will ever change.
I cried again today,
Because my prayers of thanks and forgiveness,
Evolved into regrets and repentance-
Then I teared up after this sentence,
"I'm already forgiven yet still lost in my ways."
I cried again today...
Because there was nothing left to do,
After a restless night of feeling blue-
Tossing and turning just thinking about you,
And hoping that my 'this is only a dream' wish would come true.
Stretched out on the couch
you start to purr
so soft and fluffy
is your fur
eyes so bright
a soft pale green
the coldest nose
I´ve ever seen.
The gait so gracious
full of stealth
a shiny coat
glowing with health.
for you an art
at catching mice
you are so smart.
you can be stubborn
who you´re going to rub on.
you can do real good
and at meal times,
well it´s understood
Only the best
for you we chose
you turn up your nose
but you know
how to bring us round
make us laugh
just fooling around.
We are here
to do your biddin`
we love you so
you´re our little kitten.
written by Suzanne Karbach September 2014
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
No more Glory DaysAppropriate behavior will make students soar quickly
Technology controls the student's minds, wasting valuable time
Treating your fellow classmates with respect
Inexperienced students fall behind, destroying their futures
Tick-tock, tick-tock, you are running out of time...
Under the clock's constant melody, it rings throughout your ears
Don't fall behind; time runs out from everyone
Everybody has those days...don't let the failure consume you!
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…
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energy
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
ForetellersTruly there are unknown meadows
Fallen trees left bare and sallow
Distant hills shrunk smaller still
By fingers closed around one's eyes
Flying glass on insect forms
Singing winds as sunlight warms
With so many little creatures
Awakened by the brightened skies
Fellow mystic, stay with me
Let us rest awhile and see
The many dragonflies climb high
Shake dew drops off in crystal rain
Think through windows moving fast
The unknown places of the past
And erstwhile wait in patient mind
The watchers of the moving plain
Do our trails depicted match
As wandering the flecks that snatch
A tapestry thread from aquamarine
Flash to us for moment's fame
I suspect with little will
How wisest beings would be kept still
Intertwined to connate paths
That we foretellers cannot name
But blues are drowned in open sea
And shades of red outwardly bleed
So can my eyes be sharp enough
For future's secrets held beneath
We mysticists deemed capable
Merely inherit the empty stable
And fill each field with flying sh
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 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 created
So I dug deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the freedom that you sto
ConfidenceOnly by trying can we find out what is what is wrong and what is right.
Only by risking damn cold shower can we find our true forever lover.
Only by creating our own blend can we meet a lifelong friend.
Only by treating others with respect can we the same of them expect.
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
Christmas PrayerDear God,
Tonight I'm writing to you instead of that old fat guy. Now it may sound weird at first, which as you know that probably suits me perfectly, but this year I would like some new body-parts. I would like a new brain for starters. One that doesn't think as much, because I find myself focusing on the things that make me sad; which makes my good, happy days seem bad. I would also like a new heart. One that doesn't desire complicated things that is next to impossible to achieve, or that desires the comfort from people that do not desire to give that comfort. Both attributes can be very painfully to balance and can really put anyone into a depressive funk. I would also like some new eyes and ears this year. I find my old pair is starting to only perceive the bad in this world and not the good that is still in it. Thank you for all you do. What you have given me is more then I deserve. Yet, if it's not too much trouble to ask. If you don't feel comfortable replacing these body-parts,
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