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Dark clouds roll over, rain fall's down. Lighting strikes perfectly and hits the ground, clouds clear up rain settles down.sun comes out and wipes away the frowns.
The clouds will clear up eventually XD.
The sun and flowers
didn't seem to
       shine today.
But the smile
upon my face
                      did.
Sometimes things don't always go as planned.
But that shouldn't prevent you from having a good day!
Make the best of every situation!
Although it's easier said than done,
it sure as hell won't hurt to try!
I don't wish for my poems to be explained by teachers,
scholars, or philosophers.
I do not wish to have them broken down to find meaning within
or for them to be celebrated by others
because of who I may become.
I wish that my poems speak to your soul, heart and mind.
I want my words to resinate with your spirit.
More than any other words could.
Let the poems, speak to your soul.
Let it speak its own message.
I wish for this to be the examination of my work.
- n.s.
Let my work be, let it speak its own message.
Do you remember last cascades of laughter
Till your breath couldn’t take it anymore
Your seams almost opened belly ruptured
From standing you came down to floor!

You laughed first once and then couldn’t hold
Their peals kept gushing like a flood
Mouth hole bared from eyes tears rolled
Laughter invaded your blood!

People wouldn’t know if you laughed or wept
As tears flowed down your cheeks
Such was the fun it did you suffocate
Seemed wouldn’t stop for weeks!

If you remember please pass onto me
I’ll preserve in a bottle that stuff
Only to uncork when it needs be
In the days that I find pretty tough!
I lie here soaked in my own confusion

My mind seems at dismay searching for its conclusion

I wonder why decisions I've made have my life in disarray

As I search for myself those memories replay

The seeds I've planted I hope one day will grow bright

Although now I remember, these seeds were bought in spite

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

Never shape decisions through greed, revenge, or pure spite.
  Jun 2014 elizabeth capital
TheExpat
My heart is not a toy
Not there to be abused  
Nor for you to destroy
My heart is not amused

We've settled on a plan       
If you say it will be
If you say we sure can  
That isn't a maybe
                              
My heart is not a toy
But living part within                    
My heart I redeploy
My patience grew too thin
I try to stay positive, I try to smile I always try to look happy. And never show my sorrow, I wear a mask to protect my secret identity.no not for me but for the people that care about me.
It's just what I'm felling right now...
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