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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
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
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sidewalks were a rainbow
butterflies were grey
the sun was filled with darkness
the moon lit up the day...

the seas were full of concrete
buildings made of salt
right was always welcome
wrong was still a fault...

birds flew away backwards
roots grew up like trees
leaves and flowers never wilted
frogs swirrled in the breeze...

the rich lived in the hedgerows
poor people in a manor
war was never thought of
the white flag was a banner...

but I've never seen
these things before
nor tasted salty wine
'til i drank on my own tears
and knew you were not mine...

when these strange occurrences
are there for all to see
then i will receive your love
and you'll come back to me.


soulsurvivor
(c) january 26, 2015
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Thanks to Poetic T for the inspiration

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 Dec 2014 Julia O'Neary
Joey
You cannot deny me your breath
the warmth I feel on my face and neck
I will die and melt
into the floorboard as a speck
a fleck, picked off by a flea
from me, your heart must not go
it guides my every decision
I mold myself
from your footsteps
the imprint in sifting sand you create with your feet
you cannot deny me your flesh
or this body I occupy will
crumble down folding in on itself
decrepitated it will lay
deflated on the ground
you cannot deny me your eyes
they scream to my ears
and keep me awake
else I sleep through the rest of my life
eyes open but nothing inside.
A lone drop of coffee
Running down the side
Of my cup
Escaping the terror
Of teeth and tongue

Black gold in the morning
A precious liquid
Awakes me from a slumber
And brightens my day
Sip by sip

Rejuvenates the body,
Mind and soul
Caffeine flows
Through my veins

Motivation in a mug
Brewing is an art
Coffee so dark
It can wake the dead
But instead
Wakes me
Every morning
 Dec 2014 Julia O'Neary
Carolin
She has ink dripping
from her lips. He blames
that on the poetry she
drinks after each and
every kiss she gives to
him on his cheeks and
ribs. Sometimes in his
mouth as she claims that
it's her cathedral and the
only place where she
confesses all of her darkest
sins. He sends kisses down
her spine. As if it holds the
knobs to the doors of her
fragile broken soul. Hoping
that each kiss will lead him
in. This is the story of where
their new life begins. There
tangled in the sheets of his
warm cozy bed. And that was
the moment when they both
paused and said the best is yet
to come. And our young love
will live on and on* ~
I miss your thumb gently brushing my breast
Soft gentle strokes
Making goosebumps rise and prickle my body,
My spine curl with shivers.
I miss breathing in air as you whispered
"Anything. Anything to feel your heartbeat
On my hands."
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