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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
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