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BarelyABard Mar 2014
If I was a bird flying over the sea, would you stop for a moment and gaze up at me?
The wind under feather with curious weather...
away from the the worries that bind like a tether.

The waves singing songs as I soar far ahead with notes filled with passion like mothers singing to bed,
their children who sleep,
children too young to know,
the vast choppy waters
and the storms vicious blow.

If I was a bird flying over the sea, would you long for purpose?
Would you long to be free?
Would you long to stretch outward like the branch of a tree?

Though now I am chained to a wall made by pride and the ignorant static that is nestled inside,
one day I will open my troublesome eyes and arrive to a peace found in being truly alive.

Until then I fall, until then I fail, but with every bruise comes a truth in the gale.
So have faith in me and I send you this plea.
That one day you'll see me with wings,
flying over the sea.
I am not feeling the best at the moment.
But above all else, hope keeps us alive.
BarelyABard Mar 2014
The parade is passing while children are throwing candy unknowingly laced with poison into the open palms of those blinded by chasing the American dream all the way into the open grave dug by those who planted false ideas and needs.
I am hiding in art galleries and sneaking through back alleys to remain in silence and pick up as much candy as possible.
I am just a periferal glimpse with noble attempts, but their eyes are as jaded as my heart tries to be and perhaps I am seen as a vagabond without meaning or purpose.
If I can **** the poison in at least one vein, then perhaps dealing with the grey skies can be worth it.
Mar 2014 · 1.1k
A Velvet Lantern
BarelyABard Mar 2014
Purple clouds are hanging over my head and fingers are beckoning me to the bed.
I am running with ropes tied around my legs attempting to escape from useless dread.
I struck a match with violet flame but wasn't ready to play this game.
Too late to turn back now.  
Better douse my body in gasoline and become a velvet lantern.
Mar 2014 · 837
The Audience Can Wait
BarelyABard Mar 2014
It is almost midnight and there are things in my veins controlling the reigns,
causing a grin to cross my face.
You make it so hard to think while causing a hungry roar in the back of my mind.
Let my lips set the stage and let my fingers provide the music,
because your eyes are about to make me put on my mask, and take off yours...

Now close the curtains, the audience can wait while I
give you my own personal standing ovation.
Mar 2014 · 485
Buried In Myself
BarelyABard Mar 2014
I heard that perhaps this planet is just the hell for another, and I hope with all my heart those words are false.
With every sunset and every broken heart , a veil is placed over the eyes straining for morning and beautiful songs in the distance.
Over my eyes...
Cynicism is a poison running through my veins and paranoia is the noose around my neck.
"There is a degree of difficulty in dealing with me."
I can see in their words,
hear in your voice, how I can make a simple life hard.
Call me chaos because I am anything but easy.
Find me walking through the abandoned playgrounds trying to hold on to the child in me because he is the only thing fighting to keep me free..
Find me and swing away.
Hold my hand now and again and
don't let me get buried in myself...
Mar 2014 · 871
My Best Friends
BarelyABard Mar 2014
My best friends are smoke rings from the cigar in my hand
and the words of men  long dead.
BarelyABard Mar 2014
I found you standing in a field, dancing to music I couldn't hear.

The world spun slowly while my heart pumped quickly and the unbalance I found left me feeling quite... sickly.
Your eyes met mine and I melted away, falling and spinning with nothing to say...
I heard words whispering in the back of my mind and I didn't listen, finding bliss in the fall, but slowly and surely, as I tried thinking purely, the words reached my senses...

  "Love makes fools of us all."

I looked to my side as you were holding my hand and I remembered...
I am merely a haunting who walks through this land.
Then my hand dropped through yours like water in sand...

Now I am back to my senses, somewhat numb from the fall
to keep speaking and searching,
always walking through walls.

Hopefully you remain by my side like an lovely room I can haunt and we can smile and laugh away...

Forever I'll see you waltzing so softly through fog and yes,
I'm still bleeding like wounds from a flog
but scars can be hidden like my soul was meant to be...

Somewhere in shadow and words they can't read.


You will always be dancing in the back of my head to the music of midnight, the beat of the drum.
I am sorry for being such a sad apparition,
you were an unraveling seam,
a beautiful dream,
my heart was pleading not to wake from...
Mar 2014 · 938
Lions and Wolves
BarelyABard Mar 2014
On the outside I'm the sun but inside I'm the moon.
Bright in shades of gold and green but underneath, a world unseen.
Take a step inside my skin and feel the war which constantly rages between
snarling wolves
who are locked behind cages and
lions with courage
to last through the ages.
BarelyABard Mar 2014
I watched you as you dreamed away.
...thoughts inside that hidden mind...
behind a lock and key never cease to fascinate me...

I stand outside and look within,
watching and waiting as you
smile and frown,  
knowing that you are a prize most can never seem to win.
I seem to have caught you, for at least a moment and I am grateful for eyes bright and dark that gaze into mine with a strong softness.
The images playing throughout my brain like kisses planted in pouring rain, and chocolate milk bubbles as I smile at you...
will remain on my heart like a fresh tattoo.

You whisper about monsters beneath your bed and I whisper lovely things to you instead.
Demons fly and demons lie.
Angels sigh and angels die.
But if I dance with you under the moonlight,  can we push away the thoughts that make us cry...?
I have seen the scars that hell has made and the beatings never seem to fade but all I want to beat are the devils away so you can gaze into the sun...
Yes I stumble, yes I fall.
Yes, I am a ghost that walks the hall.
But in this house that that is broken down,
an incredible sight is what I found.
Wildflowers were growing on the walls and voices were music like waterfalls.
You ******* out of hiding and not every view is worth the calls...
But I try to breathe, I try to see... the better parts that exist in me,
so I can help bring out the best in you.

So when it is light and when it is dark, when we are together or we are apart...
I'll be the shadows in the back of the room attempting to chase away the gloom...
Whenever wildflowers start to to wither away
A ghostly hand will be there to stop the decay...

...because you are worth the fight
and somewhere in you exists a light that makes the sun jealous of all you bring and causes the universe to dance and sing at the soul existing for just the blink of an eye but one who can light up an entire sky....
Feb 2014 · 1.2k
Light a Lantern
BarelyABard Feb 2014
If an apparition is all the gods have called me to be,
then I will grit my teeth and scream my way into eternity.

Unleashing words that few care to hear and tingles up your spine that some might think to be a strange and mysterious fear.
Being used to falling in the dirt can cause a dangerous smile to cross your lips
and most don't expect what they find if they take a peak inside.
Don't blink because I might be gone and the ones who light a lantern to search for me in the dark are the only ones worth singing to.

If I hide, who will search for me?
If I sink, who will swim with me?
If I fall, will you try to catch me?

Light a lantern if you care because I am always partly fading away...
Feb 2014 · 732
Somewhere Unseen
BarelyABard Feb 2014
Music notes float softly one by one from the ceiling while I lay in bed dancing between universes.
Thoughts of sadness, thoughts of madness, creep up my spine like the knives of Brutus,
while joyous dreams and hopeful themes flow through my blood like angels unraveling blackened seams...

So in this state I lay in patience while the music rains softly down and emotion trickles all around but I'm not scared for somewhere in the shadows you are there...
Feb 2014 · 376
Puzzle Pieces On The Floor
BarelyABard Feb 2014
Puzzle pieces are spread throughout the floor when more keep falling through the door.
The pieces are frayed by creatures who made an effort in keeping confusion a lord.
I'm struggling to fit the pieces together but always and never I come to an edge where nothing comes further, and falls off the ledge...

I need to stop and breath in peace because my nerves bring such unease when I'm looking in your eyes so bright I just want to keep them full of light....
Feb 2014 · 885
Romantic Rage
BarelyABard Feb 2014
The world is a joke and I am the punchline.
Let the rhythm fill your senses and waltz in time like a pantomime.
Puppets have no need of string and most will even dance and sing!
For who believes such
SILLY things
as string, yes string,
that controls the theme.
But in the darkness, they feel the sting...
Still shadows dance along the walls and men with guns will roam the halls in search of what their told to hunt but never questioning.
never questioning...
as freedom falls...

The rebels screaming in the street believe the paths beneath their feet, so I'll turn and walk away from those behind a self made cage and let my lonesome comedic soul fill with slight romantic rage.
Feb 2014 · 634
Whispers In Hell
BarelyABard Feb 2014
I am frozen in hell when I'd rather be melting.
The ice around my neck has gripped me tighter than the noose and the hatred for what I've done doesn't have a single use.
The wailing and the moaning of the children born in fire ring forever like a symphonic melody rising from the deep...
From the trenches in the deep...
I strain to speak but my words fall short and God has turned his face away but I feel his sadness as I decay.
Perhaps they'll learn from our mistakes and avoid the traps in which we fell,
with hope they'll choose a different path so they won't see a sight as me whispering for forgiveness here in hell.
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
Once Again In Neverland
BarelyABard Jan 2014
Once again,
once again,
I fly away to Neverland
but this time I'm not the only one pretending to be Peter Pan.
Once again
as I ascend
I see a soul that hates a life seemingly driven to just unbend.

Songs behind bars are worth more than songs behind altars
and feet stumbling forward will not learn unless they falter.
A tripping to the dirt will teach us all to fly away.
You deserve to fly as much as anyone
and if you close your eyes and sing the song that made you free
I promise the sky will truly be the limit.

I am a ghost who loves the stumbling and you are a soul who braces for rumbling
but if I gave you a flower at midnight will you promise to stop the crumbling...?
At least for a moment...

If I could be the reflection in your mirror
for a minute or two,
I'd make you see the loveliness in you.

Unfortunately I am just a boy so I guess I'll just throw paper airplane compliments in the hope you catch them before it starts to rain.

Don't let your chin point toward the ground,
don't let the tears cause you to drown...
Just turn a grimace upside down
and let that smile become a crown,

because it fits your head perfectly...

Once again,
once again.
I am watching the twinkling in Neverland
with my toes digging softly into the sand.
Once again,
but with a friend,
I'm sailing the waves beyond this land,
and perhaps for a night we both can pretend to be
Peter Pan..
BarelyABard Jan 2014
Why are we so comfortable on your knees when we should be comfortable with ****** knuckles?
I will use the shadows against them.
No chain in hell can hold me and no amount of rain can drown me.
My lungs are full of ash but still you will find me when the fire is raging, running as fast as I can.
The abyss is what you make it, and I have made it a punching bag.
Use your whips and release the hounds,
but they will strike at air
and teeth cannot bite the heels of a ghost.
Keep pretending you are kings.
One day you will fall asleep in your beds made of all our dreams.
**but you won't wake up anymore...
Jan 2014 · 688
One Day You Will
BarelyABard Jan 2014
A boy was walking alone in the woods weeping softly when he sat down on the stump of a long dead tree between a vast field and a lonely lake. The boy sat and wept for a good while before his sounds attracted the attention of an old shaggy dog that happened to be chasing rabbits in the field. The dog trotted up to the boy and asked, “Why do cry in such a way child? What bothers you so?”

The child wiped away his tears and blew his nose before answering. “My father hates me! He yells at me for everything, even when I try to help him! He must wish that I was gone, so I just ran away.”

The dog sat down next to him and asked, “What happened to spur your decision to run away today? What did he yell at you for?”

The boy seemed to remember the incident freshly and became angry once more before puffing his chest and ranting, “It is very cold this winter and our house must stay heated constantly, so my father is always cutting wood. I do not like being so small and I want to become big and strong so I asked my father if I could go to the log pile and split some wood for the fire. My father told me no and to stay away from the wood pile. But I do not like that he is constantly telling me what I cannot do! I wanted to help, so when he wasn’t looking, I went to the pile and I started to split a log. My father came out and screamed at me to get back inside right away. I ran back and received a lashing and he yelled at me once more and told me that I must listen to what he says. I began to cry and I yelled at him before I ran away and kept running. I do not mean to return.”

The boy finished talking and began to cry once more. The dog quietly stared at him and let him regain his composure before speaking.

“Child, you must understand that even though your father may yell at you and may punish you, this does not mean he loves you any less.”

The boy interrupted and shouted, “He does not love me, and he wishes I was gone! If he loved me, he would not treat me so!”

The dog immediately jumped on the boy and licked his face.

“Child there are things you do not yet understand and even though your father may tell you certain things that you disagree with, there is always a reason behind his words. He asked you not to split the wood and you disobeyed. For this reason he punished you. This does not mean he wants you to leave, this means he wants you to follow his words. When you are older, you will understand.”

The child grumbled and said, “I would not yell at someone like that. I would let them do whatever they want.”

The dog smiled and licked the boys face once more. “One day you will understand. Go back home child. You are beginning to get cold and darkness is coming soon. Your father loves you and if you do not return soon, he will be up all night searching for you.”

The dog turned around and headed back to the field. He stopped for a moment and turned around once more and looked at the red faced child once more.

“Remember this; there is always reason and truth when there is love and kindness within the heart.”

With those last words, the dog barked once and vanished into the field.

The boy sat on the stump for only a little while more, still brewing on his bitterness and the words of the dog playing behind his anger, before he stood up and slowly trudged home.

The boy eventually made it home when the sun was beginning to hang low in the sky. He still had anger in his heart and meant to confront his father once more and demand better treatment. The boy looked over at the wood pile and immediately froze in his tracks. His father was standing over the pile with the bodies of three dead rattlesnakes hanging over his axe. The father looked up his son. The eyes of the child filled with tears before running to his father and embracing him while the old shaggy dog playfully chased rabbits in the field.
BarelyABard Jan 2014
I have a flask in my back pocket and a little bit of nothing in my wallet.
My thoughts are stumbling more than my feet and there is jazz somewhere out in the darkness.

My heart is full of rage and ***,
but parts of it are slightly numb,
when faces passing in the street
can always seem so grey and glum.

The sun hid out of sight today and echoes asked for light to see.
They faded in the raindrops and the clouds ignored the sound.

I watched the sunset through the white
and prayed for moonlight to give me sight
but the warmth that ran throughout my veins
decided to end a losing fight.



**to be continued...
Dec 2013 · 561
The Real Prize
BarelyABard Dec 2013
The man in the booth said, "Pick a hand and win a prize!"
It took me a while to realize that both hands were empty and the prize was learning not to trust those who promise lovely things.
You only get let down in the end.
Dec 2013 · 971
A Stranger Skin
BarelyABard Dec 2013
The world is full of bears and rabbits.
Migrating in caves and starting bad habbits.
If one should eat the others flesh,
would they take on another distress?
For when you crawl inside a stranger's skin
the world seems more or less in sin.
And though your heart may seem more pure
don't make the assumption,
"I'm here to cure."...

The ******* beings in the shade
can't understand why leaves can fade
and whsipering children in the sun
are puzzled by why shadows run.
Look to the west, look to the east,
there waits a grand and splendid feast.
Gaze to the north,
gaze to the south
and let the silence fill your mouth.
We all are children of the green
whose faces will remain unseen.
So try to see a different view
besides what settles just for you.
Nov 2013 · 1.5k
Sailors Sing Your Song
BarelyABard Nov 2013
The hull is full of skeletons but I cannot prove a thing,
so instead I'll heave around the lines and softly start to sing.
Perhaps they'll send me to the brig
or have me dance a gallows jig.
but either way, I'm here to stay
until my body fades away.

So fellow sailors start to chant, I want t hear your voices.
They mean more to me than you will ever know.



*I'll be gone for a while but I'll be back...
Nov 2013 · 1.1k
Footprints
BarelyABard Nov 2013
I do feel in another time.
The cultures of a life long past mine,
the voices long dead and the thoughts of those who once questioned the reason of living and the mystery of dying linger here where we think we rule.
I can breathe the same air, think the same thoughts...
Ghosts become ghosts and we carry the past in all our movements.

Every step we take may not be in the exact footprint as those who came before us, but they are in the same dirt.
Nov 2013 · 588
A Drunken Text
BarelyABard Nov 2013
With all hope I will be alive by tomorrow afternoon,  if not, well... tell the folks back home I am worth more than a bank statement and a birth certificate.
BarelyABard Nov 2013
It is a good death that I die today.
The sun is speaking with warmth to clouds who
drift along to hear the tales.
The waters flow with guidance from the wind
and the trees sigh with delight.
You are standing before me and the silence is overwhelming.
I stare into your eyes and you smile softly
vanishing with the leaves.
It is a good death that I die today.
My footfalls leave no trace and the faces pass me by.
So full of wonder, full of life,
but hard to see through eyes that strain,
minute by minute,
adjusting to a world so bright,
it seems so dark...
It is a good death that I die today,
to come from a shout in the everlasting black mystery,
a lonely heartbeat surviving in the cold;
a place where stars fall and children whisper dreams...
Oct 2013 · 557
You Are In Me
BarelyABard Oct 2013
The last time I saw your eyes, I stopped breathing.
But I haven't seen them since I realized you never truly existed.

Only the reflection I created for you beside me did.
I turned my head one day and noticed you weren't there.
So I went searching the world and cried your name

Now I look around me at all the ones that could take your place and I hang my head.
You aren't out there.
You are in me and no one will ever be able to get closer until I find a way to live with you or leave you in the darkness.
BarelyABard Oct 2013
I will live forever because I do not exist.

I turned the metal into gold and bought the rights to the future.
The past is just a number on my account statement
and I can change whatever I please.

I do not own your today, but I will purchase your tomorrow
Don't worry, I will sell it back with a low interest rate.

It's all a joke.
You're too serious.


My goal is to write a manual on how to live and make you study until you ***** nonsense.
Wait,
scratch that.
I'll pay someone to do it for me.

You bore me.
I think I'll go for a walk.


You need that paycheck.
My history will tell you that.


...and I don't give a ****.





**I bled this out today and I am not sure what to make of it. Anyone care to help?
Oct 2013 · 1.2k
The Man You Cannot Tame
BarelyABard Oct 2013
Run your lips across my cheek
and whisper all the wild things that you seek.
The wants of those who rarely sleep
leave remnants that can make us
weak.

...and in these wants I taste your skin
and hear your longing sigh.
I grin at what they think is sin
and run my fingers up your thigh...

Within the spot beneath my sheets,
there hangs a spot I'd like to show;
where maps and seconds don't exist
and burning's all I wish to show...


The latitude
the longitude
will stop
as I dive into you.

The
tick
tick
tick,
The
tock
tock
tock
Will vanish as I smash the clock.

I'll pull you close and say your name,
and then without an ounce of shame,
become the man you cannot tame.
Oct 2013 · 837
We Are Ghosts
BarelyABard Oct 2013
We are ghosts.
Transparent in nature.

A haunting.
Who drifts through walls
to phantom halls.

Our scream,
an echoed whisper.
The faintest rustling of curtains...
A door which opens in the night
to those who glimpse a flash of white...

We exist in different worlds
on stranger maps
through ancient times...

from those who laugh and breathe the air,
in crowded rooms
through haunted homes...
Oct 2013 · 840
A Specter
BarelyABard Oct 2013
I saw the
                   frozen
                              w a t e r...

                                                          ­                                           ...strange that sweat
                                                         ­                             was pouring down my face....

                                                       The children playing silly games
                                                         seemed icy figures lost in space.

   ...and though cold flowed throughout
         my bones
  like rivers made of snowy stone...


                                                  ­                                                                 ­               warm was my skin like
                                                            ­                                                                 ­              drunken sin,
                                                            ­                                                             and now I'm lost;
                                                           ­                                                  a specter alone...
Oct 2013 · 695
The East And West Of Me
BarelyABard Oct 2013
The moon looks the same everywhere that I go... forever lovely and whiter than snow.

I stare in the sky and ask my questions
with a slightly
humble
voice,
but all that goes throughout my mind
is snatched up
by a different
choice.

The west of me wants only to see
the world in raging fearful fire.
While the east of me,
which craves the free,
wants only to calm the hostile desire.

With hope they'll break the selfish hand and work towards more than something grand...
Oct 2013 · 672
A Last Muse
BarelyABard Oct 2013
I tried to make a home inside my head where columns stood with pride.
The walls were made of gingerbread and all were free to come inside.
I couldn't fix the recipe and the tasted remained so bittersweet.
A cynical romantic soul is all I think I'll ever be...
Oct 2013 · 568
Remember That
BarelyABard Oct 2013
You are stronger than this.

A door was opened a long time ago and it stood there for many years waiting for someone to cross the threshold.
No one dared to walk through.
We all stared in fear at it and talked amongst ourselves, wondering what could wait on the other side.
The door just sat there gathering dust and age gnawed away.

I believe in you.

We heard a whispering on the other side and always questioned the words.
They never were loud enough to startle us but they were not quiet enough to put us to sleep.
We still stood in fear at what could be waiting for us.

I understand why you hide, I understand why you cry.

I watched a man run out of the darkness one day.
He leaped through the door and fell a thousand stories.
I never heard him hit the ground and so I took a step closer.
Then I took another.
I heard someone take a step behind me.

One day You will understand and you will step into the sunlight.

I started running and I leapt through the door.
Now I am falling through the sky and it is so beautiful.
The stars are guiding me along...


You are beautiful. Remember that.
BarelyABard Oct 2013
...and yet even now I look out my window and see something new.
I stepped off my doorstep and fell a couple thousand stories,
but here I am walking and talking like an actual human being.


Though, as usual, I am drunk and listening to tropical music. for some reason it calms me down, and right now I need it.
There are no faces or voices here I recognize.  I guess it is time to get used to it.

I know this isn't really a poem but I wanted to say something while I still can breathe.

Hopefully this will go until the...

dusk.
Oct 2013 · 845
I Hide For Now...
BarelyABard Oct 2013
When I see the roaches crawling,
the disgust can be hidden by fascination and understanding.
Besides,
they clean themselves after touching our skin.

I have been through things many have not and yet I still feel like nothing more than a boy walking alone down a hallway filled with people who know exactly what they want.
I think that this hallway is not meant for me and yet all the doors lead to classrooms that teach lessons proven wrong long ago.

"Come with me and I will show you something more than this, just be careful where you tread because the fire I hold does not give off much light."

I am not a broken boy by any means and I love with all of my heart.
If only I knew in which direction to send my love.
I am ******* and I want to ****.
I think this clouds my judgement and the walls around me turn into film that plays an image not yet created.


I am so confused when the world is going east when I am going west.

If you think I have forgotten you, there is a grave mistake...

A lesson I have learned is I'm a burden when I burn.
The ones I hurt stay close inside and I become a sin to hide.

Please don't run away because my bones are weary and I couldn't begin to chase.
Let me whisper something secret and that smile will pour across your face.


I hide for now, but I'm still me...
I promise.
Sep 2013 · 1.1k
Giving Chase
BarelyABard Sep 2013
I wake up and my head is spinning.
It feels as if I was just falling and had just landed on my bed.
Did I?
I am not sure.

I stand up and look around my room.

This does look like my room. It smells like my room and sounds like my room. But it does not feel like my room. I look over at the mirror and there is a lovely ocean in the distance. That doesn’t seem normal but I could be mistaken. I will come back to that later.

I walk around my room and the floor feels like I am standing in freshly tilled earth. I smell my room though and smell no earth. I walk over to my computer and I touch it. It melts. That is not good. I have a project due soon and all of my notes are on it. I am not pleased. The melted remnants fall to the floor and reassemble. I smile. Perhaps I should not touch anything for a while.

I call out to see if anyone is around and my voice echoes for what seems like hours. I can see the sound waves bouncing around the room. They are golden and lovely. I hear voices and look over at the poster hanging on the wall. It is having a conversation with the painting next to it. I sit down and listen for a while. I giggle at them and they notice I am listening. They give me a rude look and I apologize.

I stand up and walk over to the window. The trees outside are on fire. It is beautiful. They do not seem to be dying though. In fact, they seem to be blooming in the flame. It starts to rain though and the trees begin to fade. This makes me sad. I sit on the bed and I pick up a book lying on the floor. I am glad that it does not melt. I flip through the book and I hear words whispering to me. I don’t want them to stop. They fascinate me. I can tell they have something important to say and it seems as if no one has listened for a long time. I close my eyes for a moment and I hum a tune that it is stuck in the back of my mind. I hear piano keys.

I open my eyes and the room is completely empty and it seems as if it has aged sixty years. The walls look sad. The mirror is still hanging there though and the ocean looks even lovelier in the decaying structure around me. I walk over to the mirror and I touch it.

The room is no more and I am standing on a platform with the sea all around me. The sky is a deep violet and it seems as if the sun has just fallen out of view. Lightening is flashing but it is not frightening. It is calming. I look down and notice that I am standing on a compass. It is spinning rapidly and it makes my head hurt. It finally comes to a halt at what must be north and I feel as if I had not moved at all. I hear a faint sound and I turn around.

There is a beautiful horse standing there. I walk up to it and it brushes my face with its own. I climb on its back and it turns west. I hear a voice whisper to go west. I urge the horse forward. It takes off running and we jump on the edge. We fall. The water gets closer and closer and then disappears.

We are falling into a void of color and silence. We fall for a long time. I close my eyes and hear a splash. I sit up and I am on a beach. Explosions are happening all around me. It is dark but I hear the sound of gunfire and shouting all around me. There is a war going on and I am soaking wet and hazy.

I look up and the horse is staring at me from the edge of the beach. It turns into a dog and runs into the forest. I regain composure quickly and give chase. It is fast but so am I. Bullets are flying around me and fire is claiming lives in the darkness. I keep chasing the dog. We run for a long time.

It eventually stops in a clearing and I stop as well. A sacred feeling comes over me. The dog looks at me and its eyes are piercing. I feel ashamed.

It is quiet here. I hear no explosions and the shouts have died out long ago. It feels very peaceful and yet the shame remains. I hang my head and the sound of my heartbeat rings in my ears. I look up and the dog is gone. The sound of my heartbeat fades and I am alone.

It begins to snow and I notice that I am naked. I must have been the whole time. The clearing fills with snow and yet I do not feel cold. The trees begin to fall away in the snow and I am left with nothing but dazzling white. It is very beautiful.







I close my eyes and whisper three words.







I wake up and my head is spinning. It feels as if I was just falling and had just landed on my bed.
Sep 2013 · 707
A View To Consider
BarelyABard Sep 2013
I can't perceive a single shadow that can call itself a man,
when all they see that's made of gold appears to me as grains of sand.
BarelyABard Aug 2013
Open your eyes
and focus your ears.

Steel all your senses
and cancel your fears.

The sea is calling
so anchors away.

Shut out the darkness
and embrace the day.

The wind is whispering
throughout the blue,

so unfurl the sails
oh captain and crew...

Hoist the colors, all weakness is shed.
Now bring the horizon and quit
when you're dead.
Aug 2013 · 822
I Saw A Question
BarelyABard Aug 2013
The last time I noticed I was alone,
the jester yawned beside the throne.


Then wisdom drained in pouring rain, the kind that causes peculiar pain.
I closed my eyes and dreamed a dream
that gravity had changed its mind
and threw the ones who strive to fly into the freedom of the sky.

But...
those who chained themselves to gods,
some made of words and gold,
were fastened closely to the ground by pride and all they chose to hold.
Then all the thoughts and actions built around my shadow like a tomb,
began to sing a humble song, like voices from a patient womb.

So here I'll stand and wait in wonder as the voices still persist,
until the time will come when I can understand how to exist .
Aug 2013 · 926
A Song From Prison
BarelyABard Aug 2013
A bird dropped down out of the sky and landed in my head, and though I listened as it sung, I couldn't fathom what it said.
I'm sure it spoke of hungry fiends
wishful things
and childish schemes.
But deep within those singing eyes were vast and universal dreams.

Then he flew away in music and I just listened to the silence.


**Newly established Sailor Joshua Haynes here by the way. It is good to be back
Jun 2013 · 1.3k
Well I Am Leaving Soon...
BarelyABard Jun 2013
Dear poets,

I am leaving for bootcamp in three days.
I will come back as a sailor and I will still come back as a writer.

I wanted to say that I have adored every minute I have ever spent on this website.
So many words.
So many souls...

I want whoever reads this to remember something while I am gone.
You're beautiful.
You're loved.
And you're ******* awesome.

I will have someone post the address where I am and if anyone hear would like to send me something, it would be appreciated.

Stay you.
Jun 2013 · 728
Mirrors
BarelyABard Jun 2013
I would point a finger but all I see are mirrors.
Judgements and flaws all seem to point right back. The human flaw is that we don't notice the mirror we are always staring into. We think it is a window...

But who am I to point a finger anyway?
I guess it is just in our nature to punish the world around us on some days
and mend it on another.
I will never know why and I don't really want to.
Sure, insults and bullies made me who I am today.
But I can't blame a tornado for leveling a town, so I will keep my mouth shut and have a drop a shot of empathy to drown the apathy.
I have friends where I need them and more friends where I don't. I still feel alone at times, but there is no point in whining because we all do; ghosts making noise in the dark.

We're just trying to find something new but we look in the wrong places.
We need a real window.
Jun 2013 · 713
Making Noise In The Dark
BarelyABard Jun 2013
I am making noise in the dark but its hard to find out why.
These voices I hear are making words,
words made out of things they've heard.
Things they may have felt or seen
with eyes made out of stars and dreams.
The words they fly and all I hear
is music and pain.
Screams and cheers...

My voice is there of course and it rings the chaos bell,
but sometimes I cannot hear my words and that just means that all is well.

Perhaps this is just a ball floating around with volume turned on high.
Does the cosmic storm give a **** about our blue and cloudy sky?

It may or may not. I'll never know.

But if all I hear until I die are these voices,

...then I am okay with that.

I'll just keep making noise in the dark.
May 2013 · 511
Get Ready To Fall
BarelyABard May 2013
They told me not to burn bridges but I love the smell of smoke.
Let's hope they hear the sound of your voice feel its deserved choke.

If you were even worth it, then I'd gladly cut you down,
but I think I'll let you get crushed by your
phony ******* crown.
BarelyABard May 2013
I wrote this line and I want anyone to contribute. Add anything you want in a comment.

Let's write a poem.**

We wrote letters to men and women that never existed
and they replied long after our deaths.
They sent us flowers and wrote songs about us that always seemed to play at times when everyone listened together with the same ears.
BarelyABard May 2013
I walk on embers made of ice and the skin still melts away.
                 I look through glass to sunshine beasts and still my vision fights decay.



I scream,
I charge,
I draw my sword to fight
the ever,
that endless horde.
                

                                                  But words of steel and wounds unhealed
                                                      will be there tomorrow for me to feel.

For now I lay in silence unbroken and this stands alone on thought filled balloons...

In the morning I'll fight these perilous wars,
one breaching my senses,
one behind closed doors.

But right now I'm grinning
and quite justly sinning
in dwelling on those things my heart branches
towards.
Apr 2013 · 767
I Found A Room
BarelyABard Apr 2013
I walked inside a room one day
and found a seat inside.
The walls and floors were bare and cold
no place for ghosts to hide.
And here I sat for many years
with daylight pouring in.
But I never bothered to step outside
for fear of the devils grin.
But in that fear I lost myself
and feeling seemed to fade.
Here now I wanted something more
than cynicism left to trade.
The chair became a guillotine,
the room a prison cell.
I want to escape from feeling void,
a vacant shallow hell.
But the door, again it opened wide
and there a figure stood
smiling with the daylight gleam
and I finally understood.
I'll never fully leave the room I made
and the ghosts will always prey
but if I can let someone step inside
they can chase away the grey...


*...and you have done an amazing job so far my dusk...
Apr 2013 · 904
Roar
BarelyABard Apr 2013
Sit beside me for a moment and tell me what makes you feel like a snowstorm in summer.

I want to feel your pain then break its neck.
Let's run away on highways made of clouds hand in hand.

Come here. Let me feel your skin. Let me me hear you breathe. Let me see you grin with hidden plans.



I want to listen to your body roar.
Apr 2013 · 833
I Will Not Use That Word
BarelyABard Apr 2013
That word has lost it's meaning and its use has fallen short.*

The camera lens is cold and feels nothing except mathematical equations, performing actions; much like a part of the world that keeps you and I in chains.
But if I look at it, it looks at you and that is all I want to do right now.
So I can bare the cold for a just a little while, because warmth is waiting in patience

You called me timeless once.
            I had not felt such a heartbeat in so long.
...like drums in the forest...

              I am timeless?
My dusk,
          if you were a clock,
      it would melt into water and seep into the fissures of my heart.

Tomorrow
                  may not arrive but you know my
yesterday
                  and you are my
today.

So take my hand and the universe will be our ballroom.
                                                                ­The stars can be our audience and the sea can be the orchestra.

If the garden you were plucked from emanates the
musical and breathtaking fragrance
where you tread,
then it is where beauty first was born.

Forgive me but you have captured my attention and I will not use that word.


My lips can show you what waits within those fissures
and my eyes can tell you what words fail to comprehend.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZkLmomNgA
Apr 2013 · 762
God May Not Be There
BarelyABard Apr 2013
If you take a step into the water and sink towards the bottom, never fear.
God may not be there to pull you back up and the world may not  notice as water fills your nostrils.
The void wants your soul and no divine presence can be found.

But you have arms.
You have legs.

You can swim and climb your way back to the top.
Be your own savior.
BarelyABard Apr 2013
I imagine a world constantly where people were unable to talk. I think this would sometimes be a better place.
So much anger and hatred would eventually fade into nothing if we would just shut the hell up.
Maybe we would just find another way to spread it though.
Humans have a knock for destroying the things they love most and the most beautiful things I have ever seen have just left me speechless.
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