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Theres a place I long to be,
A place where only I belong.
A place that everyone sees,
But its perfect just for me.
*Home
My home - My heaven
 Jan 2017 Joseph Schneider
ryn
He doesn't see past the horizon of his life
He doesn't indulge in the myth of the hereafter
He doesn't believe he is worthy of such a notion
He doesn't make it a habit to put pen to paper

But with her...

He envisions the future like he's lived it before
He sings of his plans that span several lifetimes
He romanticises his thoughts as soon as they're conceived
He converses in paintings and writes only in rhymes
 Jan 2017 Joseph Schneider
ryn
Eyes have vision
Mind decisive
Words bear meaning
Actions hardly furtive

Body is hale
And legs could carry
Resolution never stronger
But heart remains a liability
.
The hardest of men bear the softest of hearts.
.
 Jan 2017 Joseph Schneider
ryn
Days of sunshine,
skies of azure
and scents of blooming flowers.

Days of never ending conversations,
careless guffaws
and childlike jests.

Days of heartfelt promises,
unrestrained caresses
and wild beating hearts.


I think I've fallen again...

.
I don't know how to describe how I feel but even if I did,
I still don't think you would understand.
But I have to say it anyways.
There's a hole in my heart where you should be.
While walking to any destination, I only long for your presence.
I long for our body's to touch.
I long for your warmth.
I long to fall asleep on your chest to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
I desire to fall asleep and wake up next to you.
I long to hear your voice.
I long to go on a drive with you, blasting country music,
with the windows down, singing at the top of our lungs.
There is no way to explain how you made me feel,
except for saying that you made me feel infinite
and if you have never felt that, you'll never know why I'm broken.
These scars won't fade,
They're engraved into my memory
as much as they are in my skin.
They won't go away.
They'll never fade.
Always there to whisper in my ear
of the failure that I've become.
scars failure memory skin fad whisper always
friendship
runs a long distant race
so full of grace
how endurance
knows
we pull and stretch
to keep the pace
while
we
paint
a naked image of
the soul
President ****
A massive old grump
Talks like a garbage dump.
Throws the country into a slump.

Has no heart to go thump.
Gave racism a big jump.
Gathered fascists into a clump.
Now we all have to ****.

He should be inconsequential
As he has no credentials.
Nothing presidential.
Statesmanship? Purely residential.

He’s mostly pestilential.
No morals evidential.
Facts ruled non-essential
To mindless millennials.

Suddenly he has at hand
The highest office in the land.
Confetti and a brass band.
No ceremony is too grand.

The laws he doesn’t understand
With money ostentatiously fanned
He showed he had the winning hand
But still can’t spell words like ampersand.

Now we’ve made him king of all
Among villains he will stand tall.
We should give Ghostbusters a call.
This **** has us against a wall.

A wall to be built that will surely fall
But for now he is having a ball
With American bigots in full thrall,
Their white God has heard their call.
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