BarelyABard

BarelyABard Feb 2013

I woke with a sleepy start to find the devil standing over my bed.
I screamed in alarm and punched that ******* in the head.

He frowned then said he was feeing lonely
with a sad little shrug
So I laughed and gave him a big bear hug.

Then God sent me to hell for being nice

0_0

BarelyABard Feb 2013

Everyone Is An Artist

Through eyes of red and thoughts of green
there's always more that can be seen.
Within the word of poet thieves,
that break the windows,
steal the keys,
you
choose
to make your own decrees.
A man is more than just a man
and space is full of more than sand...
But who will lend a helping hand
when eyes are closed across this land..?

I think your job may be the chain
in which you build your own domain.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

You Sure?

Be careful dear,
I am just a match looking for kindling.
Hopefully you don't mind getting burned.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

I Just Had An Idea

This city is an abandoned house.
The paint has been peeling for quite some time and the roof has gone to hell.
I am not even sure if the door is attached to the framework at all
or just hanging there.
The couch is covered in dust and the pantry is filled with generic green beans and cereal boxes.
They must have had a dog. I see chew toys here and there.
The television has a chair sticking out of it.
That isn't a good sign.
How odd.
The bathroom is the cleanest looking room in the house.
The backyard seems lonely. I see a bike that wants a rider and a trampoline missing a spring.
I gotta get out of here. Try a different house.
I look down the road and see nothing but similar vacancies.
******.

It guess that's all in existence now.
Abandoned houses along an abandoned street.

hmmm...

Let's burn them down.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

No Promise But This

Sigh.
This is hard.

My eyes are getting heavier with each passing day and the boy I see in the mirror
looks almost like a man.
Almost.

I am thankful for all the unkind words.
They made me strong and they made me carefree.
But when the lights go off and piano notes dance around my room the sheets feel lonely and my room feels cold.
When I close my eyes, my fingers are running along your cheek and my lips are brushing your nose.
You're not here.
I don't even know...

who
you
are.
But I hear myself whisper your name.

I know that somewhere in the universe, pieces of our souls flown through lonely tears and childhood wishes are are dancing with one another in the rain.
...kissing after dinner...
..making love after a fight...

I am so madly in love with you and I have no idea who you are.
Whether you even exist at all yet or whether I pass you every day.

I make no promise that I will caress your skin.
I make no promise that I will hear you laugh.
I make no promise that I will ever find you.

But I promise to always keep looking,
so keep your eyes open too...

With all my love whoever you are,

Joshua Haynes

BarelyABard Feb 2013

I Control Them, Not The Other Way Around

We are all strangers to ourselves.

Ghosts are more alive than dead and they haunt us in the shadows that we don't speak of at parties.

Don't worry though.

You're more powerful than they are.

...if you want to be.

BarelyABard Feb 2013

Refuse To Bow

I'm walking down a crowded street.
I close my eyes, thrown off my feet.
The smell of unknown smoke and ***...

Feeling just
an empty
hum.

The flash of thigh across my skin.
Beautiful and full of sin.

I'm less than what the clock can count,
but more than in your bank account...

My lids fly up and see those eyes.
Full of
confusion
and peculiar surprise.
Apparently I was dancing down
the ******* sidewalk like a clown.

I stuff my face inside a book
and gave the government a look.
Religion too, but all I saw
were dead things and a vultures caw.

I'll never see the ******* point
at bending our souls out of joint.

I'd rather have you in my bed
moaning till we both are dead.

The smell of sweat and flashing lights.
Fiery ghosts aren't out of sight.
If we're the noise of generation now,
Then
****
the
static.

Refuse to bow.