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 Sep 2015 Joseph Schneider
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Kiss
 Sep 2015 Joseph Schneider
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Your kiss,
That I always miss.
Your taste,
That I cannot waste.

A Place ...
To where we first kissed.
Oh love! How I missed,
Your sweet strawberry taste.
 Sep 2015 Joseph Schneider
Noelle
I question all sides of everything,
But I know that when I look at people
I can’t
For long
Because the gaze that I am met with is not yours.
And that is something.
And I Found Myself
Dreaming In Reverse.
You Just Wouldn't Understand.
 Sep 2015 Joseph Schneider
IoneH
If I stay,
You'll fly away
If I go,
You'll never know.
YOU ARE THE SONG

You are the song
I am the singer
You are the dream
I am the dreamer.

You are the rose
I am the dew that does gather
And falls and dwells
Within you the love-receiver.

You are the swan that glides
Over me the river
You are the sunlight
I am the mist you scatter.

You are the romance
I am the writer
You are the poem
I am the reciter.

You are the violin
I am the violin-player
You are the painting
I am the painter.

You are the golden bead
I am the thread that strings it together
You are the silken linen
I am the proud wearer.

You are the beautiful and chaste princess in the castle
I am your loyal knight and protector
You are the royal prize
I am the humble suitor.

You are the gentle breeze that blows
I am a leaf you carry in cool weather
You are the beautiful tree
Under which I seek shelter.

You are the heaven
I am a tiny star and faint light-bearer
You are the voice that behests
I am the faithful messenger.

You are the song
That fades never
I am the singer
Who loves you forever.
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Love hungry
It's written on my skin
Desperate to get rid of every blank slate inside of myself
All these places I feel an absence of something I'm unsure of
Like I'm trying to soak it all up
Trying to absorb every last bit of anything I can
Your touch on my skin
I don't know why I'm beggining to think that was the best place to begin
Again I'm trying to suffocate my soul
I'm trying to let it morph and melt and turn into something else because maybe it's never really even been there
I don't want to feel me
I feel my chest weighing heavy and I wish it was because someone else's was on top of it
But it isn't and all these thoughts keep making my body so much heavier
Stacking itself up on top of my bones
They seem so strong but after all this time they are cracking
I know that no one can take this from me
That all the skin and eyes and hands and words and poison won't undo all the things that I have let saturate me
They won't change them into anything else
Even if you paint over something, what was there before will always show when the paint begins to peel but I never even get to the point of letting it dry and falling in love changes my colors but it's all just stacking up and mixing into itself and all I am is ******* messy beyond a previous point
I should have stopped
All it's done has turned me black and heavy
I've been mixing all these colors because I don't understand what moderation is and I don't know why I won't stop trying to cover everything in a different color to be something other than what I am and what I'm not
I have become a bit of it all but I'm beginning to think that nothing can ever make me whole
Not having someone love me through their entire soul, not even that will make me whole
It's just wasting time waiting for the downpour and it won't even bring me a fresh page but something even harder for me to grasp
My lack of understanding is never ending and I'm still screaming at the sky for not having a silver lining or at least one that I could ever find and it's too **** difficult to just make up my mind
All I can say to myself now is I'm sorry, I tried
Not really into this after the fact and I'm really contradicting but it was very raw I guess, so there's that.
vento
primavera,
ao longe uma música estranha

sinto a vida escorrer
sinto a sombra das almas passar
com uma sede louca pelo néctar da vida

agrilhoadas pela putrefacção da sua demência
percorrem os caminhos efémeros
rumo ao salão dos mortos

a lua respira
num último adeus à eternidade
numa interminável noite sem estrelas

no trono
o herdeiro da morte

dança
no fogo do inferno
sou prisioneiro dentro de mim

no ventre de satanás
pobre homem empalado
banha-se no sangue
dos amanhãs do mundo

estou pronto para abandonar
esta vida mundana
e entregar-me à magnificência
do seu SER

e o diabo cospe na divindade
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