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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
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
It's like screaming
and wailing so loud.
Then, it's like being trampled
by the oncoming crowd.

It's like feeling
you're better than them all.
Then, you start shrinking
and become so small.

It is like wading
into safe, shallow waters.
Then, it's like drowning
and your breath begins to falter.

It is like wanting
to have all you need.
Then, it's like understanding
what you felt was greed.

It is like transforming,
becoming strong and invincible.
Then, it's like being scared
of turning weak and invisible.

It is like questioning,
asking them all, 'why?'.
Then, it's like realising
in the end, all must die.

The things we know.
The emotions we feel.
Yes, they wound us.
But, in time, they all heal.
It was a blur,
the day we met.
Thank you for the memories,
I am forever in you debt.

I never imagined anyone
staying till the end.
Least of all you,
who became my best friend.

Thank you for the memories.
They’re something I shall cherish.
Till the end of time
and until I perish.

You, my friend,
you made me strong.
You stood by my side,
righting my wrong.

You accepted me
without a second thought.
You do not know
the joy you bought.

You were there for me
you always listened.
You were a gem
who always glistened.

It is difficult to imagine
my life without you.
If you weren't there,
who would I turn to?

Thank you for the memories.
My one and only treasure.
Being your friend has been
an honour and a pleasure.

You were there for me
when times were rough.
You were there for me
when times were tough.

You always caught me
each time I fell.
You always saw through me.
How, I can never tell.

You are unique
for you’re one of a kind.
People like you are
very difficult to find.

Thank you for the memories.
They’ll stay with me forever more.
You were the greatest friend
I could ever wish for.
Pari, this one's yours!
I can never find the apt words to appreciate your involvement in my life
 Oct 2014 eccedentesiast
Taylor
anxiety comes as a haywire mind
a situation in your head
worlds away from everyone
words unsaid
scared to be anyone, much less yourself

but most of all
it comes
and it never really leaves.

— The End —