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Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Wanderer Tis I

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr

Wanderer Tis I

I only hope that the grass is greener
on the other side of the pond.

I have had this idea to teach choir in Spain. I hope that it's everything that I imagine it to be.

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Cowards...

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

SøułSurvivør

Cowards...

... stab people in the back
and avoid their eyes.

10W
Soul Survivor

Gossip is purely vicious. I'm dealing with some slander right now. The people perpetrating it are bullies and can't confront me face to face. I have made the decision to forgive them. But I will NEVER FORGET.

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

but

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Qadriah

but

but
the skies aren't always blue
there'll be days where the flowers don't bloom
and the grass isn't always greener on the other side
but
the milk spills
and you get blamed
and you'll run out of cereal
but
everybody dies
and nothing lasts forever
but
it's a secret
you should not know
but
you won't walk this pavement again
because everyday is a bad day

but
you know happiness is a choice
- and that you need no reason to be happy
for reasons may leave
or be taken away -
amidst the buts

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Have You Ever

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

The Unspoken

Have You Ever

Have you ever downed that bottle, in it the most bitter of drinks that could burn your throat to ashes...
Have you ever taken that blade, watched yourself bleed over and over...
Have you ever snapped and screamed out so loud, the world took you to an asylum...
Have you ever cried, minutes and hours days that your tears stop flowing and only your heart groans...
Have you ever felt so much pain deep inside, that there was Nothing else left to Fear?

...I have been there, am there, often...
But am slowly,
Coming alive again.
My skin is healing.
I Breath.
©The Unspoken

#Sigh

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

The Day That I Stopped Loving You

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

KMD

The Day That I Stopped Loving You

It was the 15th day of September
that is when it all fell apart
it was then on that very dreaded Monday
that you sat down and broke my heart

Sorrow attacked me like it was the plague
it made for my very worst Fall
I cried when I tired to see the color in the leaves
I slumped when I tried to stand tall

December came and December went
and still I could not feel
there were lights and love all around me
but I could not find Christmas cheer

February saw a month of pain
this feeling I could not shake
and with every stupid, flaming beat of my heart
I could feel it ache

Spring came like it promised it would
brought with it flowers and rain
and the third day into May I awoke
and my heart, it felt no pain

All of a sudden I did not feel angry
I certainty did not feel blue
because the third day into May my dear
was the day that I stopped loving you

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Smile

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Jojo

Smile

Woman,
Too old for her age,
Constant frown engrained,
Into her once beautiful face,
Telling of lost love
And trials in her difficult life.
She taught me,
To prevent what plagued her

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Pompeii

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Wednesday

Pompeii

Moth wings fluttering against my cheekbones
you are warmth
you are light

I am standing at the edge of this ocean
watching the galaxy pool around me

I do not care if it is a halo or horns
you have hiding out beneath your hat

It does not matter to me if you have shoulder blades
where your wings should be

We can press our bones together for all of eternity
We can be an archeological discovery

Love buried in ash
You are forever all I will need

#bones #pompeii

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Bring me the sunset in a cup

Mar 2014 Klaudia Karboviak

Emily Dickinson

Bring me the sunset in a cup

128

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?