To, the love of my life.
Last night I sat outside in the corridor. The place where the two buildings met, where there was a cold wind blowing.
I shivered, but it was a good kind of shiver, you know? The one you would gladly take, because along with it came absolute peace. The knowledge that everyone was asleep, and you had the night to yourself.
The buildings with the lights still on looked like stars, and reminded me of pablo neruda's poetry, you know "tonight I can write the saddest lines"?.
But no sad lines would come to me tonight, I was at peace.
I could have cried and laughed and danced and there would have been no one to see, no one to hear. The phrase 'dance like nobody's watching' would have applied well, because nobody, was watching.
So why? When I was revelling in this silent night, did I think of you?
Why did I wish you were here.
Granted, I was happy on my own.
So why did I think you to hold me in your arms?
Why did I want to hear your voice?
Why did I want you to watch me dance?
Why did I want to break this godly silence?
I would rather be here with you.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
*Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour
A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be
Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys
Another sleepless night
Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...*
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
It's in his shadow we plead
Under his wrath we bleed
His destruction leaks hate into the weak
Leaving the unsubstantial reaping his critique
His actions scorned through years of neglect
It's in his perception only, that we become wrecked
Why do we follow knowing wrong from right
Pushing those we love away from the light
His power is without doubt equal to the greats
Although derived from stray minded it opens the gates
The gates into the souls of those who are tattered
Turning old memories to ones now shattered
Although through it all, we have nothing to fear
For he is nothing more than a broken mirror
It just takes practice to realize his weakness
All his power is nothing to the strong but bleakness
It's in his own prison he will rot
Although it's up to us to become the Juggernaut
-Joseph B Schneider
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by
***Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes***
-Joseph B Schneider
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
still theres a tiny drop left in me
red and golden
wet with anticipation
To give to you
take my blood, as you have have taken my soul.
Oh, be happy for me.
i wont sacrifice my thousand breaths for your one, ill give them all for nothing.
if only you would look at me, look at me, and say you know.
Say you know me.
I shall not want health in your sickness nor shall I rejoice in your pain.
I will only bleed when you need me.
Better you than me.
I would die inch by inch to add a little more to your smile.
And relish the ache if it brings back the fire in your eyes.
Oh my love.
Better you, than me
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand
My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again
My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone
Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Remember the long ago when we lay together
In a pain of tenderness and counted
Our dreams: long summer afternoons
When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn’t time that’s passing by,
It is you and I.
— Ruskin Bond
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
I broke a heart.
Crushed it under my toe.
Like a China plate, pieces pieces on the floor.
They cut me too.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC