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 Mar 2018 JoshuaHaines
skyler
don't fall in love

it is a chemical chaos
out of your hands
where nothing ever goes
according to your plans

you're giving your heart
to someone new
my love, people are clumsy
their words aren't always true

s.s
 Mar 2018 JoshuaHaines
skyler
pull you close
grab my waist
rest my hands
on your face
kiss you slow
close embrace
lift me up
wearing lace
hands will drift
press and trace
melting with
the sweet taste
love on lips
time to waste
you and i
in this place

s.s
 Mar 2018 JoshuaHaines
alexa
there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
to all my HePo followers/friends/ fellow poets! you have all given me a beautiful escape from Life <3
 Mar 2018 JoshuaHaines
skyler
you look so lovely
when you lie
keep saying you love me
till the day i die

s.s
We were a drunk adventure,
at hotel emergency stairs.
We were cold bodies,
and tropical kisses.
We were exploding techno songs,
and we hit like ecstasy.
We were the calm before the storm,
and the smell after summer rain.
We were flower touch,
and dirtier than martinis.
We were caring friends,
and destructive lovers.
We were oven-like smiles,
and cold beer tears.
We were everything,
and we are empty nothings.
 Feb 2018 JoshuaHaines
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
 Feb 2018 JoshuaHaines
skyler
11:11
 Feb 2018 JoshuaHaines
skyler
i miss you

we deserved
so much better

s.s
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