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Seduction By Trade - prt 2BANG
My eyes fly open and I almost knock myself clean out again as I jerk forward from the carseat, reaching for my gun that's no longer in it's holster. Shit. I look around, no Bambi either. Double shit. Damn woman must've taken off with my gun, God only knows what she was doing with it. And where in the hell where we anyway?
I step out of the car and am greeted with a brief gust of wind that whips my hair into my face and eyes, slamming the door shut for me and almost toppling the car itself. There was nothing but sand and heat for miles, and I look around like a dumb ape, rubbing my beading forehead with a calloused hand in bemused annoyance. Then my gun goes off again and my feet move before my head in the direction of the sound. Picking up speed I begin to see a figure in the distance, wavering from the heat rising up from the scorching sand. I get closer and can pick out some distinguishing features. Those huge curls tied up out of her face, that perfect silhouette clad only in l
Seduction By TradeI feel the cold breeze hit the back of my leather jacket hard, and my nostrils are assulted with foreign perfume as the door of the bar is opened, and I don't have to turn around to know who's standing in it. She is a demon in the form of a Goddess. Perfection that eats mens hearts as they watch still devotedly, bleeding and broken beneath her. She goes by many names, but to me she was known as Bambi. Such a gentle name for a woman so wild. I get out my cigarettes in readiness as I hear her heels clicking towards me, lighting one for myself and leaving the box on the table. I exhale the first sweet drag of smoke as the flashing eyed temptress wafts across my vision, flicking her soft curls through the hazy veil, and her perfume hits me again. She leans in and kisses my cheek while smoothly sliding her hand across the bar to reach for my cigarettes. I answer with my customary steely silence and a quick acknowleding glance in her direction, before jerking my head at the waitress to ask f
Soak Me, Beautiful"I've taken to eating nothing but bread" she exclaimed more to herself than to her counter part that stood in the doorway.
"And why is that?" said the counterpart amusedly
"Well, have you ever dipped bread into milk? It soaks it all up into itself until the whole piece is full, even if you only dip in a little."
Her counterparts' head turned in slightly confused curiosity
She glanced fleetingly at the doorway to give her counterpart the once over, before returning her gaze to the piece of bread she repeatedly turned over in her hands.
"It feels like my stomach is full of milk. Cold, black, inky milk, half full of heavyness and half empty of anything. I need the bread to soak up the milk. Anything else would just make it heavier."
She tore off a piece of bread from the corner and shoved it into her mouth, her eyes drifting off into the distance infront of her.
Her counterpart watched her seep into another place inside her head, and knew that the conversation was over.
In Your EyesIt's hard to watch a friend break
It's even harder to watch it over and over
And know there is absolutely nothing you can do to help...
There was laughter once
I watched it
There was love once
There was pain once
I felt it
There was innocence and awe
New laughter danced and sparkled
New love was a brand new start
New pain brought back your innocence
But the tears came from your heart
I will watch that laughter, as i watched it once before
And i will see again, that love that i once saw
Yes, the pain will bring back memories, that seem to never end
But look into my eyes and see the love, felt just for you
Forever Fallingi watch from the fragile confines of my glass imprisonmement
as the harsh blades of rain beat down upon the muted surface
it blindly thrusts itself forward, thrown about by the ever anxious wind
trying in vain to penetrate my hollow second skin
Seeking Sanitywhat do i seek
i seek a world where everything is real
and where my heart will stay in one place,
and not have to be strapped down with chains of knowing
i seek solace in the art of complete confidence in oneself
and the satisfaction of near on predictable outcomes
i seek an understanding between the eyes of two seperates
and a love that can keep constant in its rationalities
i no longer want to live in a faerie tale world of make believe and intrigue
where lives twist and turn about each other and happy endings threaten
so help pull me out of this delude
for if i am forever falling inside my own sleepless dreamings
i will surely fall away from you
unpercievably changedi feel the cold collect around my fingers
as they quietly stiffen and slow with every second
and the rain falls motionless to the ground
i will wait
just like every drop of cold that falls from the sky waits to hit the desolate earth
that in turn waits for it
i will wait
"kisses"When i kiss you can you feel it?
When i kiss you can you see?
When i kiss you am i different?
When i kiss you am i me?
Do i hide behind my happiness,
Or a dark mask of despair?
Do you really think i'm precious...
When i kiss you am i there?
His LullabyHis gentle breath washes over me
All misty, warm and deep
And as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sing me to sleep
A dark and murderous world
Where all of my fears do creep
Yet as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sing me to sleep
I don't think I shall ever wake
From his slowly dying song
I really can't imagine
This not being where I belong
And then he disapeared
No longer mine to keep
But as soft and sweetly as a lullaby
His words sang me to sleep
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
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
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
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
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
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.
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.
Spinning On The EdgeTwisting and twirling
Spinning through life
Spinning and twirling
On the edge of a knife
Dancing with sorrow, dancing with grace
Dancing like blood seeping into white lace
Turning and twirling until the lights fade
Continuously spinning on the edge of the blade
Dancing the steps as if they were new
Dancing with meaning and dancing with you
Leaping and sailing 'til broken hearts meet
Endlessly spinning on two little feet
Dancing like tears glistening on skin
Dance to release the pain from within
Twisting and twirling on the edge of the knife
Spinning and twirling 'til the end of your life
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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