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Encounter in StrangelthornG'd eve'nin, all. Dey call me Tova, an' dis 'un here be called Toko. He be walkin' wit' a bandaged leg, you mit'ave seen. Dis is how he got it. See, he be a black boar, obvi'sly, an' dat be rare out in Strangle T'orn, if ya didn' know. When mah fatha gave 'im ta me, Ah held him up, an' he grunt'd wit joy, an' Ah called him Toko. Nao, he mighta been a tineh lil' ting, but dat be okay, he gonna grow inta his name, I sayd.
So one day we be headin' off inta da jungle. Da sun was beatin' down wit' dat hot, bright light, enuff so dat da big wild raptas'd go an' find someplace else da be. Dat's just wut we be wantin', cuz we be lookin' fer wild rapta eggs. Why dem? Cuz dey be *good* eattin', mon.. An' da big'uns are bein' mighty fierce 'round dem nests, so da eggs--dey'd be good proof a us bein' wort'y a da names we had, an' da fine meal dey'd be makin'.
Enyway, lil' Toko be a sniffn' good o'er dere, an' I be a searchin' o'er here, an' Ah lift'd leaves outta da way an' found me a big ol' nest
brain chowder Stone cold steel did little to lighten the mood, nor did the callous glow cast by the florescent ceiling lights bolted and caged running down the hallway. The light seeped in through the transparent windows of thick bulletproof glass, bathing all it touched in a faint scarlet. They had discovered that metal bars just couldn't hold their lab rats.
Staring at her feet, but not really seeing them, hollow eyes gazed off into nothingness. Stiff arms gripped the edge of the cot-like bed, slim ankles crossed jadedly underneath. Shallow breath came as silenced gasps and sighs, quivering from either the gnawing sensation in her stomach and involuntarily soaking in latest events that further blemished her already scarred existence.
A silent tear fell from those empty eyes. It slid down her gaunt face, revealing a thin line of ashen skin that hadn't seen the light of day, felt the delicious warmth of the sun
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save me
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
The Word Count Is NoneYou once said you’d write a poem to my mother
About how much you loved her only son
But something seems to have changed in your heart of late
And now the word count has become none
I know I am not your knight in shining armour
In fact no armour could protect me
From all the nights I have spent sitting in the dark
With no moon to light up my misery
You once said you had dreamt of the two of us
Young lovers stood knee deep in a lake
But you chose to increase the depth of the water
Before I even had a chance to wake
Now I am drowning in the dreams of your sunset
As I can't get a handle on my blues
Still I offer you my shoulders to stand on
So you can breathe but of course you refuse
You once said that you were writing me a letter
And told me to read it with a smile
But I’m not sure if I can remember how to
Since it has been such a very long while
Still I begin to read it with a hopeful heart
And each swirl of your calligraphic scrawl
Forms a butterfly that takes flight from th
Rainy DaysOn dismal ,dark and
the weather mirrors all
The grey clouds shroud
your depth of mind,
reflect the mood
you have inside,
but just as rain clouds melt,
hope`s renew in the setting sun.
Light and warmth can
for a new tomorrow.
if you get caught and you get wet
take heart remember with no regret.
After rainy days,dark,forlorn,
the sun ascends on a brand new morn.
By Suzanne karbach 31.07.2014
Sweet Music MelodySweet Music Melody lend a mid-night dance to me
Oh what tender lips are these that lay sweet kisses on my cheeks
Making my bashful heart sing...sing...sing
Sweet Music Melody lend a mid-night song to me
Oh what beautiful notes your voice is to a lover's song
beckoning a drifting soul home sweet home
Sweet Music Melody never let your music end
Play your seductive heart's song again and again
Step by step, song by song, you and I are forever one
Winds Of TimeThe cool winds of time change from day to day
Yesterday to soon turns into tomorrow
But today is never twice the same
And in heavenly stars I search, but I have yet to find my way
Still, as time marches on, my soul can find no resting place
In the mist of this violent quake
Of many dimensions of being I lies awake
Until the hours of dark meet a brilliant day break
leaving me to, once again ponder an uncertain fate
Four EverSugar coated, and devoted
To the bright side of life.
Optimistic, and artistic
With a blessed soul and mind.
May God bless you, for breaking through
The darkest side of death.
Keep your smile clear, my precious dear
For it brightens the sky.
Cane's ContritionA scream of screams, torn at the seams bore likeness to a tune
A dance I danced, a stance entranced stood calling to the moon
Misguided plea did meet with she, she met with some discord
To meet my eye upon some lie ensnared upon a sword
Now in a daze, caught in the haze, impaled a deft derision
A grimaced stare stood to beware this derelict in schism
Denoted now, whilst to her brow repulsed by this attrition
But woe is me and all but he, conniving Cane's contrition.
PossibilityOne moment of action, and all futures shatter;
Outcomes collapse, and a future falls through.
One of two answers, a gamble on quanta -
Yet, left undecided, both answers ring true.
Making decisions will close off new avenues.
Making a choice will end infinite lives.
Existing in parallel, safe, unexamined;
But open the box, and just one path survives.
Is chance ever real? We make life by observing:
Existence is nothing if never perceived.
Reality falters before it is looked at:
Unwitnessed, untrusted, unseen, unbelieved.
Don't look at your future, for then you define it.
Don't open the box, for the atom decides.
In the superposition, your dreams are still possible,
Tangled in nightmares, all ticking inside.
Prayer of the Long VigilNow the bright old sun will end
This lovely night of ours
Drifting through the clouds above
Collecting all the stars
My darling, close your tired eyes
And dream your sacred dream
Soul within the verdant realm,
Your body safe with me
Our Mother Moon, your sleeping form
She watches night and day
Never alone, the Forest Lord
Walks with you all the way
Bear and Saber prowl the ground
The Owl and Crow above
Our blades are sharp, our land is strong
You need not fear, my love
The blinding light that marks the day
Reigns over all save when
The ever shining sun does set
And night is ours again
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