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1.1k · Jan 2014
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..
1.1k · Jan 2013
Borders
BarelyABard Jan 2013
I ate a taco the other day and smiled because I couldn't think of what side of the fence to stand on in war and love and self defense.





And I am okay with that.
BarelyABard Jan 2013
I must say that these last couple months have been interesting since I found this site.
It has given my an inspiration to let more of my words out and to search for all of your words.
So far I am amazed.
We won't save the world but at least we can show how similar and different, light and dark we are.
We are the soul of this age and I don't want a single person here to foget that.

Keep up bearing your souls.
We all have something to say.

And as always I will bear my soul to you as well butl leave it up to the viewer what might be seen.

Your lover, brother, and other,

Joshua Haynes
1.0k · Dec 2013
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.
1.0k · Jul 2015
Open My Body, Page By Page
BarelyABard Jul 2015
You want to breathe my shadow?
You want to feel my rage?
You want to see me howl and roar like phantom wolves inside a cage?


They throw my body in cell,
I bare my teeth and grin.
They leave me where I tripped and fell but I remember
every
sin...
My eyes,
they stare,
my face is calm...
But creatures stir inside my veins...

If I let go of all control,
the fire of hell would swallow me whole.

What's this...?

But you my dear...
you wish to see,
the darkest parts I hide in me...
I find it strange,
I can't explain,
you choose to never turn and run.
You touch my lips and gently kiss
what burns like violence from the sun...

Well if you insist...

Show me your anger. Show me your rage.
Open my body,
page by page...
Give me wounds inside this cage.

Roar with my fear,
moan in my ear,
scream with me,
perhaps we'll see...
why your demons play so well with me...
Well this one is different...
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...
BarelyABard Jul 2016
I’m the man humming to himself in the corner.
The one you will not notice,
until ten years down the road
when it’s last call,
and the dance floor has begun to clear.

When you are left all alone.

                                But that is fine,
                                                           I honestly don’t mind.

   I have a flask in my pocket and the taste of trouble on my lips.

I do enjoy dancing now and then, but never mind going home alone.
Sometimes it is preferred.

You will walk up to me
    and timidly ask
                              through drunken words
            for my hand to dance.

I will smile and answer,

“No.”

Then I will softly brush away the tear running down your cheek
and leave you to drown
under all the bridges you have burned.
Sorry everyone, but I am really ******* lately.
1.0k · Feb 2013
No Promise But This
BarelyABard Feb 2013
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
1.0k · Nov 2012
An Actors Reflection
BarelyABard Nov 2012
The stage is empty and the audience gone
I walk my scene in silence.
Cue to cue, the curtain drawn.
I bow in soft defiance.

No soul is here that I can see
I practice to dance and to wiggle
Then the spotlight turned on me,
And I heard a whispered giggle.

I gazed the seats with a confused frown
and saw not a ghost in the place.
But then I looked directly down
And saw a grinning face.

A little girl was standing there
smiling face focused on me.
She had limitless eyes and golden hair.
So young so pure... so free.

I smiled at her and continued to dance.
She clapped and laughed away.
A foxtrot here, a pirouette glance,
keeping absolutely nothing at bay.

I finished my trot and bowed at her.
She giggled and told me goodbye.
Alone once more in a wonderful blur,
I smiled and felt more alive.
1.0k · Apr 2017
An Ode To Springtime
BarelyABard Apr 2017
The honeysuckle blooms,
emitting fumes,
of blissful change
and sweet delight.

The dripping of nectar
through colorful rays,
soothe and sway
an endless day.

A season to die,
a season to grow,
an ocean of time,
the ebb and flow.

Winter is waiting with songs left unsung,
but now it is winter and life is still young.
1.0k · Nov 2012
The Void
BarelyABard Nov 2012
Every eye gazing through bars

can never catch the weeping stars.

For magic cannot bring new birth

when they can never reach the earth.

And so the eyes will always stare,

without meaning and without care.

But stars will never cease their fight

until the void is filled with light.
1.0k · Dec 2012
Never Wake In Fear
BarelyABard Dec 2012
Oh I never wake in fear

at men who scream and men who sneer

and people chanting, "hounds draw near!"

Oh I never wake in fear.



The ignorance of jeers and hate

are always thrashing at the gate,

but all they do is seal our fate

for I never wake in fear.



The warden points and dogs do bite

in finding ways to prove what's right.

While all we do is breed despite

and I never wake in fear.



His lasting words, a dying impression

draw from wrath a pleading confession

laughing at a virtue regression

still I never wake in fear.



You hope they shiver at your blade..?

At all the WONDEROUS things you've made?

When all their morals, you invade?

Strange I never wake in fear!



How you claw, to fully erase

the hopeless, foul things in this place.

When mirrors are your only face...

why can't I ever wake in fear?



My time is done, my mind is clear.

Yet, still I wonder why I'm here...

With hope, one day, I'll shed a tear,

the day that I wake up in fear...
1.0k · May 2017
Treacherous Waters
BarelyABard May 2017
I barely dipped my feet
while you dove head first,
into treacherous waters,
seeking enlightenment
only to find each euphoric second
drip away
draining your sea.

Ten dollars a hit,
five dollars a hit.
"I promise I'm finished,
I promise I'll quit."

A cost higher than you imagined, unfortunately.
Not just for you,
but me as well.

We got high in the mountains,
dilated eyes gazing up to the stars,
seeing God masterfully paint the universe.
It was beyond description.
Then...
it ended.
I treasured the memory like a secret lover
you chased it in fervor,
one after another.


****** powder dripping from your nostrils,
hiding holes in your skin,
you stared in my eyes claiming you saw the heavens,
opening your palm,
as if you held the key to paradise.
I closed it and offered mine,
a key to escape the unseen prison
you've bound yourself in.
You frowned and turned away.

I wanted to scream,
whisper,
plead...
but I said nothing.
I let you sink farther and deeper into chasms of the deep.
Merely, watching.

Now I sit here at the edge,
with the waves around my feet,
watching your figure disappear
into the foam
and the unforgiving jaws
of choices you've made.
Forgive me.
I gazed into the abyss while it swallowed you whole,
I could have done more to save you.
I should have tried to save your soul.


**...but I didn't...
Drugs will steal you. Save yourself and those around you, when you can.
995 · Feb 2013
Everyone Is An Artist
BarelyABard Feb 2013
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.
989 · Mar 2015
I Want You To See Us
BarelyABard Mar 2015
I want to be Hemingway at the bar
and Shakespeare in the bedroom.
I want to be Dante in the classroom
but Hunter S. Thompson on the weekends.
I want to be Tolkien in the library
and Fitzgerald in the night clubs.
I want to be Poe in the gutters
but Kafka in the alley ways.
I want to be Carroll in the closet  
and Twain on the street corner.

I want you to see... us.

There.

In the background watching with a pen,
and thoughts born of words
aching to breathe.
BarelyABard Jan 2013
You'll find me where the sand meets the grass.
Where the forest and the trees meet the beaches and the seas.
The mountains high and mighty and the ocean far and fierce.
One foot in sand,
gently warm and mysterious.
One foot in grass,
cool and calmly curious.
I'll wait for you there until the sun and sky collide.
When the whispers of our universe softly lay us down to sleep
and our souls fly side by side...
Hurry please because we do not have long.
You'll find me where the sand meets the grass.
983 · Nov 2012
Cynical-lacinyC
BarelyABard Nov 2012
The universe is nothing more than
Words
in line with one another
Forming
incoherent realities
People
are born into, constantly filling the cesspool
Between
the then, the here, and the now. The
Time
when the cord is cut in the beginning and the end.
982 · Dec 2012
Like An Event Horizon
BarelyABard Dec 2012
If time is relative then why are we moving at all?
I look around
and to me we all seem to be standing still...
Frozen in our civic and social duties.
Like watching a game show,
Or buying a frozen pizza.
...dressing up to go to church.

We become frozen in these moments and they end up defining who we are instead of the other way around.

Maybe the world is in an event horizon and I am stuck outside watching everyone seem to move in no direction at all.
Yet I see myself as well.
Sitting completely still and becoming a mannequin...

I would say that we are moving towards a black hole,
******* the light and life out of us,
but that would be foolish.

Because we are the black hole.
We steal the life and desire.
Hopes and dreams
from ourselves and throw our souls away for a paycheck and death certificate.

If I could find the warehouse of man and stumble upon the assembly line, I would shoot the foreman and break the machine.

Then

I

would

burn

that

building

to

the






ground...
977 · Aug 2013
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
971 · Nov 2012
I Was Asleep
BarelyABard Nov 2012
I was asleep when the world started to end.
While the first skyscraper fell, I was under my covers dreaming of somewhere new.
I was asleep when the world started to end.
While the virus ran its course and charged like a legion of soldiers, I was pressed against my pillows watching shadows behind my eyes.
I was asleep when the world started to end.
While the fires broke out in the churches and the bombs went off in the hospitals, a puddle of drool was collecting on my blanket while I snoozed away.
I was asleep when the world started to end.
While the tidal waves hit the shoreline and washed away shopping malls and grocery stores, I was sprawled out across a bed, lightly snoring.
I was asleep when the world started to end.
While the asteroid entered the atmosphere and  the people of this world shouted in terror and confusion, I was talking in my sleep to anyone who cared to listen.
I woke up when the world was over.
BarelyABard Dec 2012
I'm sick of constantly having to update everything.
This system is out of date, rise to our level.
Everytime I want to unplug from the system, life reminds me that while I am still alive and breathing in this moment of our short human history, it is impossible to stay unplugged.
People posting on their facebook walls love letters to their new crush, or to starbucks, or our lord and ******* savior. I wonder if God has a facebook. Imagine the notifications that ******* has to have by now. "Woah! Sherry from Wisonsin tagged me in a post about how much people should love and thank me! I mean, she could be out trying to make friends with the girl she was mocking in the breakroom, but thank Me that she spent time to tag. Guess its time to check my twitter feed."
I am drowning in this sinking ship of updates.
963 · Jan 2013
Get In My Room
BarelyABard Jan 2013
I have some bad news baby.
Writing in pencil wears thin
And a pen will just smear the words away.
You're angry and hurt.
Voices linger in their echos and your screams can't find a way to drown them out,
But shouting at an astroid won't make it turn tail and flee, so put on your gloves and grab something sharp.
The throats you may have to slit are only there to reload another round of insults.

Keep it up baby, get in my room and slide your dress off. Lets put that anger to some good use.
963 · Dec 2012
Nothing's How It Seems
BarelyABard Dec 2012
Let the sweat drip down your brow.
Never again. Never again.
Turn your eyes up to me now.
Always will.
I Always will.
I wrap the flames around my chest.
Keep them tight.
Fill me with light.
The ugly side of me ceaselessly caressed.
The pawn, he moves.
The knight, he takes his chance.
The queen strikes a deadly blow.
The bishop slips quietly out the door.
They stare into me, unaware of what appears.
"Do you think I enjoy finding difficulty in caring for you or myself? A hell that I am glad you cannot comprehend."
Indeed, he has a heart.
Locked away in a place no mortal shadow will ever find.
Until it is set free.
The sun moves in it's preordained path.
Never questions.
Never wonders.
Never dreams. Never laughs.
The ocean lives forever under the sun and the moon.
Endless life from endless strife.
Would we still live if the sun and the sea could feel?
Pain and anger? Loyalty and love?
Humanity would be burned and buried under its own hatred and avarice.
His heart in the cage is not a crime.
He still feels pain.
He still laughs and smiles.
But it will not consume him whole
until he reaches in his soul
and fills that empty hole
with the hand that haunts his dreams.
to prove that nothing's how it seems...
BarelyABard Dec 2012
A Fool’s a gutter trap of drink,
Where wenches and songs a flowin’!
For none can even stop and think,
With “Hey **’s” and music a blowin’!
A Fight, a brawl! A ****** nose!
Men knocking their heads to the ground!
Then laughter and shouts, oh so it goes!
Brotherhood and joy all around!

Oh men, we are so foolishly wrought!
A cry, a laugh, a smash, a groan, a grin!
Why the hell would I get on my knees and pray
When my heart longs for me to proudly stand in sin?!

We smashed the door and jumped the fence,
Sweet Jesus! The wind it was cold.
A snicker, a snip, nevermore were we tense!
The drink it was taking its hold.
We grabbed our tools and made our mark
We will never try to resist!
Why should I strain to contain my bark?!
This ******* world will know I exist!

Oh men, we are so foolishly wrought!
A cry
A laugh
A smash
A groan
A grin!
Why the hell would we get on our knees and pray
When my heart longs for me to proudly stand in sin!
955 · Mar 2014
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.
954 · Mar 2013
She Will Be There
BarelyABard Mar 2013
"How long are you willing to run?", I whispered.

I opened my eyes and I was in a golden hall with polished edges and echoes repeating a language I could never understand.
There was a tearing at my heart and I knew men with with cruel intentions were on the prowl for me even though I could not see them.
I took off running and crashed through the windows, shattering the glass and giving the echoes something to listen to that wasn't a dead whisper. Maybe they can hear the trees now.

I kept running, leaping over anything that came in my path. I ran up walls and slid down buildings. I felt stronger and faster than those who chased me. When I jumped, the sky seemed closer than the ground.

I suddenly noticed a woman following me. She kept a steady pace, running and leaping with me.
I had a distinct feeling that she meant no harm because I felt something new. Her smell lingered around me.
I ran onto the freeway, bouncing from car to car, running from the invisible men and keeping one eye on the woman.

Time stopped and I was flying through the air.

The sound of engines died away and I turned around to see the woman. She was beautiful. The look on her face was that of determination and intrigue. I pulled her close brought my face to hers. We stared at each other for what seemed like years and though our lips never touched, our eyes spoke of fire and patience. I saw what made the sun glow against the universe in those eyes.

Time began to come undone once more and I had to let her go to keep running against men with blood in their eyes.
But still she chased on and I knew she would be right behind me all the way to the end.

I know she will be...

"As long as it takes...", she softly said.*


-Joshua

Based on a dream. Hopefully you like it.
944 · Apr 2013
Am I An Outlet?
BarelyABard Apr 2013
I must be filled with electrical outlets because people are constantly plugging in.


And my extension cord must be too short because I can never reach anyone else
943 · Feb 2014
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.
943 · Feb 2013
I Just Had An Idea
BarelyABard Feb 2013
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.
941 · Feb 2013
Is There A Method
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
935 · Apr 2013
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.
932 · Nov 2012
Rhyme
BarelyABard Nov 2012
Rhyming can be important when you want to write a line.
Keeping form and texture with specific poetic time.
Make sure to count the syllables and make sure they all fit...
Then you can astound the world with a sharp and rapier wit!
If you think you cannot make a rhyme, fear not! Look and see!
Potato potato potato potato potato potato ***.

:D
927 · Mar 2013
Discovery Above Yourself
BarelyABard Mar 2013
I

I took a journey above myself one day and saw the trees below.
In scene by scene and well versed memories,
mistakes and beauty of the past consumed.
And though I know the past doesn't matter, I still took lessons and discovered three absolutes in this world.

wonder

love

and

freedom

If a map for my life exists, it abides in three words.

II

I took a journey above myself one day and saw the trees above.
In jaded laughter and menacing teeth bared,
a truth arose from former ashes.
And though I know the past doesn't matter, I still took lessons and discovered three absolutes in this world.

fear

doubt

and

anger

If a storm for my life exists, it abides in three words.

III

I took a journey above myself one day and just saw the trees.




*Nothing exists without an opposite,
and in that reality, you can find peace
926 · Oct 2016
You Will Remember Me
BarelyABard Oct 2016
In places where my feet have tread,
I never fail to leave a mark.
Remnants of a pensive light,
or wreckage from a noxious dark.

I will walk away a failure
if behind me doesn't yield,
the tattoo of a memory
or a scar that never heals.
924 · Mar 2014
I Won't Be There Anymore
BarelyABard Mar 2014
There are pretty girls getting limo rides with rich men smiling by their sides
while I am singing with flowers between my teeth like romantic swords within a sheath.

I see their pretty eyes fill with city lights.
So very bright... so very bright...
But the gutters are hidden just out of sight and the rats are crawling through the night.

I am riding my bike between the trees while, in my mind, I'm on my knees with sadness at the girls in limos never knowing what will come when the sun goes down and the rats come out to feast...

I am the boy waiting on the beach watching the girls in the city but when the lights leave their eyes and they turn around,  I won't be there anymore.
BarelyABard Mar 2013
I was going through old facebook messages deleting ones that didn't seem like they had a purpose anymore. I found three threads from dead friends. One died in a car crash, she was seventeen. Last thing she said to me was "I'll see you later Joshy-Poo!" and she gave me a hug. She died the next day. Another friend killed himself. Last thing I talked with him about was the good reference I would give him for a job since I was his manager. He blew his head off a couple months back. Now their ghosts are still on my wall. Messages forever stamped in a way. An inbox that will never be checked.
Other messages I went over were just people or untitled "users" that never messaged back or I the other way around because I didn't want them in my thoughts anymore. But still these words remained... until I deleted them.
We all push forward my dear, but entropy increases. It always increases...
916 · Oct 2016
Find Yourself, Then Escape
BarelyABard Oct 2016
I drink too much and love too fast.
This life of mine's not meant to last.
The world I seem to occupy
will never see me eye to eye
when rules which bound our fragile lives,
leave us fractured,
in disguise.
But if I went a different path,
and found some peace in all my wrath,
could I escape into a realm
where'd I'd be captain at the helm?
Rid my soul of all the fear,
that there is only order here.

Do not follow what they say
and don't just live from day to day
Fight away the nine to five
and find what makes you feel alive.
Be strange.
Be weird.
Go search for you.
Climb the peaks and sail the blue.
The high you'll feel is not unreal
just emptiness you wish to heal.
BarelyABard Feb 2013
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
911 · Mar 2014
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.
910 · Dec 2012
An End To White
BarelyABard Dec 2012
I could see nothing around me but freezing white.
Snow covered the trees.
The cars broken down here and there.
The house of the rich man was covered along with the poor.
We all were struggling to trudge through the white and the cold.
Men and women alike fell around me and never stood up again.
They let the white consume them.
I wanted to all as well. It seemed easier that way.
Someone was walking along though. He looked like any of us.
But where he stood, the snow melted and he was free to walk as he pleased.
Most ignored him but I stared. He looked at me softly and walked over.
He touched my chest and turned away.
I watched him fade into white.
I started walking and the snow around began to melt.
I saw green grass beneath me.
I smiled and looked up.
A young woman was looking at me.
I started walking over to her.
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.
908 · Nov 2012
Time
BarelyABard Nov 2012
Where does forgotten time escape to? Does it seep away like heat after a heavy rain or does it hang around us all like a fog in the morning? The seconds fall and form wrinkles that stretch across us like scars from a time left behind, a feather that smelled of roses and rotting wood. The minutes feast on us like ravenous vultures waking from a slumber of eternal winter. Our reflections move in slow motion, unnerved and apathetic to the plight of its supposed doppelganger, while we, tangible we, circumnavigate the void of our thoughts and predetermined anarchy with a crazed sight of apprehension and fear. We come around to gaze upon our reflection still running in place, still chasing the forever mystery of right and wrong, love and hate, life and death. We shrug with pity and envy before moving along to circle the world of ourselves once more with the whips of time at our backs and the hounds of hell at our heels.
908 · Feb 2013
You Sure?
BarelyABard Feb 2013
Be careful dear,
I am just a match looking for kindling.
Hopefully you don't mind getting burned.
908 · Nov 2012
A Butterfly
BarelyABard Nov 2012
(This is for someone very dear to me who is very far away...)

The moon hangs above your head as well.
So lonely and cold,
where life cannot dwell.
You close your eyes and sigh in defeat.
Down a worn out street,
merely shuffling your feet.
If I drilled through the earth and came out in stride,
perhaps you'd be standing by my side.
Worlds apart and yet we feel
the same pain and hunger,
the snake biting our heel...
Mistrust and sadness
more like dwelling in madness
when we want to see a shining face
to burn the darkness from this place.
When I want to fall, I remember your smile.
When I feel alone, I remember your words.
I put my hand up to the wall and I see yours there
but I cannot touch you, or kiss your hair...
I hope those around stop and look.
I hope they notice you.
Those who have eyes with unharmed sight
could stare in wonder, so lovely, so bright...
And blind men who feel your words and listen
can even notice how you glisten...

Fools they are who don't stop to see.
The beautiful butterfly
that is staring at me...
BarelyABard Jan 2013
I just raised my fist and stormed across a hell made of anger, guilt, and ignorace that I created for myself.
I was never the same again. I don't even remember who I was before. The ghost of a boy stamping his frustrated feet in the dirt.
I believe I became whatever the universe wanted me to be though.
When you walk through fire, some part of the poison burns off and whatever detriment that remains is charred and visible; able to be conquered like the remnants of a failing army.
874 · Oct 2013
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...
869 · Mar 2014
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.
866 · Oct 2013
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.
863 · Dec 2015
Expecto Patronum
BarelyABard Dec 2015
"I await a guardian."
Shrouded forms who wrench and weave the hidden things I can't percieve,
into twisted thoughts of rage and woe
which drag me through the flames below.
"I await a guardian."
Bony fingers who clench.
Macabre lips who **** to kiss.
Weapons of hunger, instruments of fear...
"I await a guardian."
Joy becomes a distant memory,
replaced with bells that clang and roar.
The light has passed the spectrum,
fading to a shade of emptiness.
Kneeling in the dirt with
hands across my face; demons mistlike in their flight embrace my sorrow,
their sweet delight.
"I await a guardian."
All I need, is hopelessly gone.
All I need is hope... gone.
All I need is hope.
All I need... hope.
I need hope.
...hope.
HOPE.
What brightness in brilliance through such confines of the black. Shadows cannot hide when you shine like the sun.
The brazen bells have silenced and the mist is all but clear, scattered in the lucent are abandoned tools of fear.
"I await a guardian?"
I have become the guardian.
857 · Aug 2013
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 .
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