Stars are blind

stars by ~je-ne-sais-pas at www.deviantart.com

nights

full of blind stars

secrets of one

treasures of soul

feel like silk

over stone

of haunting thoughts

on feminine

empty home

At the clouds of thoughts

I rediscovered the sky
and it said something to me...
capricious flavor of ominous poem
not even far I could define
if white black blue or colored my future
or just that soft flavor of newness on the tip of the tongue
that precedes the surprise in discovering the tone of a new feeling
the more I inquired the indigo roof
the more questions assaulted my curious and detailing look
soul torn to pieces heart turned greyer…
forms agitated in delicate cloud ballet...
would that be only impression?!
no clouds. Nothing…
would that be my eyes?
would that be exposed under the sky of thoughts,
my most beautiful and infinite moments,
of peace and regret?...

Feet under sheet

Everything’s already on the floor
And life’s to ask for passage
Always cleaned place, organized
demonstrates there’s no living people on it

People wants spreaded books
full bookshelf and kept stockings...
Bare-footed feet under sheets
Twisting themselves asking for affection...
Just as walking with given hands
But leaving them free,
to touch the stars...

Between a dream and another
I go organizing the landscapes
Oh, life! How lucky I am
for having four feet in my bed!

Caroline Schneider
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Woman, with warlike soul

There are flowers on my yard
‘Cause nobody give them to me,
To be honest,
I was born in the wrong body…

I am woman, with warlike soul
I came to earth
To fight as man...
For the sustenance of the family
For the smile every day
For my own harmony!

No bouquet in favor of sweetness
was given me
Nor was given me the chance
of being delicate and fragile

But while nobody discovers the woman
backwards the warrior armor
I go for the world,
offering my petals
while passing by and playing with the flip-flap
of the happy butterflies
that in me recognize the coloring of the soul
that only a true woman has...
the coloring of who knows
planting and sowing and picking and enjoying
the flowers of its proper garden!

Caroline Schneider
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Line of life

My eyes glimpse
the poetry of being
the line of life
Evaporated from my hand
Transmuted in inspiration

Caroline Schneider
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