BarelyABard

BarelyABard Feb 2013

I only take orders from my commanding officer and the woman lying on top of me.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

I wonder at times what would happen if I were to suddenly die and someone found this journal, found my words.
I wonder whether they would even read it... would they find it interesting?
I bet they would think, "What an angry and cynical little boy this writer must be."

I guess that what I ay can be a little rough around the edges but that is only because life can be the same way. I look through my own words from years before to now and try to find exactly what I am trying to say. My words bounce around at times building up on each other or breaking down.
Is there a method to my madness or is it just ranting drifting around a smouldering fire?

Maybe when I am older I can look back and someone much wiser and well along in their years will understand and nod their head slowly in compassion for a twisted soul stumbling deaf, dumb, and blind in a world that cannot be understood and a universe that forgets to place flowers on your grave.

-Joshua Haynes

BarelyABard Feb 2013

Being A Jedi Pirate

Oh how I wish I was a Jedi Pirate.
Can you imagine how bad *** that would be?
Dressed in awesome sea faring garb
and carrying a lightsaber and blaster on my side.

I know that jedis stand for justice and peace and siths stand for emotion and power.
I can't pick a side.
So I guess I'll stay in the middle.
I'll sail the cosmic seas
and feel the force within the breeze.
With a bottle of *** in my hand
and force lightning at my command.

God that would be ******* awesome.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

I Had A Dream

I was at my old church and I don't really remember seeing the faces of anyone from my past.
This building inside my head was filled with the voices of those who linger like gargoyles; stony and immovable.
The voices who told me I was a hypocrite and filled me with fear of going to hell.
The voices who never accepted my family and I because we were not wealthy and we weren't like them.
The building I now walked through though held no voice or figure from memory.
They were all new to my eyes and yet I got the same shiver as before.
It felt odd.

Perhaps the ghosts who haunt us never fully disappear, they just change forms.

I walked outside though and people I know from college and high school, various jobs and random places began to appear.
Those many I have seen who never really were my friends, they only pretended to be.
They all started talking and having a good time.
Then I turned around and walked away.
No one followed.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

The Eternal Similarities

Is there a difference between whispers and screams?
This bombastic expulsion of soul...

To ears who might listen, or eternal silence.
hearts and minds are far from control.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

Anyone out there?

I am drunk and my mind is racing.

Anyone wish to talk tonight and spread a word?

BarelyABard Feb 2013

COME ONE COME ALL! ...and hear me squall...

Words and words
Words and words.
I love to see these words and words.

But I gotta say,
don't mean to be rude...
Stop ******* and moaning
and get over the dude.

Words and words
Pages of words.
I can't dispute these souls, these words.

But when more often than not
(and this happens a lot)
the girls are tweeting
a #lovesickthought

I love these words
and I'd hate to be a ****...

(That was a lie, it was said with a smirk)

but I think I'll have to start avoiding
these tweeny love poems... they're ******* annoying.

-A personal note from Joshua