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I would say it all to you if it would make a difference;
I love you
and
I'll miss you
and
I'm better for having known you
and
I will never forget you
I would say all that and so much more
if it would  make a difference
if it would matter at all
if somehow hackneyed words could break this fall
I would say them
(I would say them all)
But ******* can't stand up against time
Those words would be washed away and forgotten
so hold me tight in this moment
say nothing
and
say nothing
I know and you know
and that is enough
and that is all
that is all
and all
and all
The Sun, He calls to me
And I go to Him with a subtle hesitation
Knowing I’ve been hurt before
(I knew that I’d been hurt before)
But still I run
And fall down before Him
And He kisses my cold white face
And I melt under His hot red heat
And He says He will make me beautiful
And I believe Him
(and I believed Him)
And the longer I stay, the harder it is to leave
He begs of me a few more minutes
And then a few more
And more
And He tells me He loves me
And I love Him back
(and I loved Him back)
And then the time comes when we both must depart
And I wave goodbye
And He tells me to come back soon
And I tell Him I will if He does
But after He is gone
It takes me some time to realize
That I am not the same
(and I am not the same)
Because He has stained me with His crimson mark
Burned me with His good intentions
Blinded by His beauty I allowed my surface to be altered
And the sting on my flesh is a familiar one
Because this is not the first time
This happens to me year after year
And I never learn
Because He looked so innocent
So enticing
         So intoxicating
And He called to me
And I could not refuse
(and I cannot refuse)
But that was the last time
(and this is the last time)
Though altercations of a secessionist sound stern,
Their minds are stuck and never learn.
Through a disabled rebellion their built,
Words designed to deplete one's self are spilt.
Although it's said consummation executes in the leaning vice of the secessionist,
The desecration becomes the birth of the segregationist.
The segregation of closed mindedness with those of the voice.
The voice has sculpted our worlds obedience choice by choice.
The voice has seen demons at their best and angels at their worst,
There is a reason why this world hasn't burst.
You see, our world is seen through a lens,
This lens doesn't defy our worth and script the uncleansed.
It simply sets a standard for the closed minded to follow,
The voice, doesn't have a standard to follow, this voice makes the lens for those left to follow tomorrow.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

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Hi
Hi...Just the Devil dropping by
Big *** sigh..No longer do I wonder why
Angels burn while Hell does turn
Cold like my heart..still I yearn
Fiction fanatic..My words are my magic
Hair stands up from my static
Hate me lovely..Beautiful is ugly
What eyes behold..go ahead judge me
I want to care..My heart wont dare
Still I look..Can't help to stare
From afar..A distant star
Reality a reflection of what we are
I am here..You are there
I can rip..You can tear
Open up to a fantasy
Door from you straight to me
Twist the ****..Drop on by
Spark up a bowl..We can get high
Vibe together side by side
Inside each other we can't hide
Truth today told me a lie
No good is bye so I say Hi..
M.A.N 6-13-14 This is an odd one but I enjoyed writing it..
When you feel the emptiness
Fill yourself with all the Love
Wash away the thirst and loneliness
With renewed energy, face the world
Lose yourself in the embrace of Love
Realize the pure essence, and Feel
All your senses are in congruence
There is no ‘why’ or how’, but only Love
Love represents purity of heart
We walk into every walk of life
We have to meet with an open mind
Not clenching our hands
But extending our handshake
We are all connected, part of the humanity
It’s one heartbeat of the residents
Of this celestial body, we inhabit
We receive or reject the invisible signals
We call them vibes, sometimes they align
Understanding this multitude of emotions
From the inhabitants of this common ground
An open mind gives the space to analyze
Differences in the common species
Rituals, cultures, beliefs, faith
Different, yet part of this humanity
We thrive in finding a commonality
Looking at the bigger canvas, we feel the camaraderie
We walk together, with our friends from all walks of life
We walk in this cosmic space
And uphold the spirit of this celestial body
 Jul 2014 Don Akasha
S Smoothie
The stars have fallen,
The night's a shroud over dark velvet seas
Blackened and soulless.
The sky has fallen,
the moon refused to rise.
Poignant.

The crest has fallen weary
The rage of Poseidon's realm
Thunders in the thick charcoal air
******* in disdain and pouring fury out
Crashing
Pain, pain, pain.

The invisible sand rushes, grabs and pulls
Sinking, pulling hope into the pits of despair
Rushing backwards dizzily, swallowing deeper and deeper
Lost eyes in an unlit void screaming brightly
Blinding
Lies, lies, lies.

A fury so black.
A sadness so dark.
A love lost forever
the moment it was spoken
The stars fell out of the sky.
an old poem updated a little.
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