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 Aug 2015 Joshua Haines
Artemis
Please stop and know that this goes further back than you can
It feels like I was born harboring this fear of empty boxes
But I know it didn't surface until after the night I first kissed you
They say you know you're in love when you kiss her
And you find her words buried deep in the back of your mouth
I found them crawling towards the tip of my tongue for months after you left
I remember when 4 am was spent holding you as you fell asleep
But its nothing like that now and I'm convinced nothing ever will be
The halls are turned inside out and all I can hear are these lamenting hymns
Each one painting a picture of our horrendous end
A car crash and a noose hanging from a tree with eyes too young for this
Somehow you escaped this place and I'm stuck here crawling through piles of broken glass
I don't know what took you away from me
But if I could stand before it I know that I wouldn't be able to still my hands
Not in the same way that I could still the breath in your lungs
I can't tell you how much it hurt when you told me you couldn't kiss me without smiling
Because I believed you even when your outline became blurred
Before disappearing altogether
*~W.C.
15 | 31 Poems for August

I’m slowly progressing but progressing nonetheless.
The worst thing I could do is give up on myself.
The worst thing I did this week was give up on myself.
Sometimes dreams delayed feel like dreams denied.
If you asked how I’m holding up and I responded by saying “I’m okay” then chances are I probably just lied.
Everyone’s caught up in their own world, if you don’t see me tomorrow then know that I tried.
I’m sorry I don’t want to bother or burden anyone with my problems.
I know you’ve never seen me cry but I can no longer hide all that I’m feeling inside.
Some people suffer in silence because of self-importance and a little bit of pride.
But that’s not me, I put my heart on paper and I let it all bleed.
But lately I’ve come to realise that not everyone likes to read.
So I ask myself, who am I writing all these resplendent poems to?
 Aug 2015 Joshua Haines
Sarah
It doesn't seem fair
that the stairs
are there
when I'm unaware
of how to go
where
I need to be
hopelessly
honestly
following
steps as I count
the hypocrisy
engrained in me
plain to see
ascending,
descending unending
tragedy

is it up
is it down
is it all in the sound
of a breath
on a step
as I'm hitting my
head to
climb up the
staircase
and
for
what,
again?

It doesn't seem fair that the stairs always know
where they're going.
 Jul 2015 Joshua Haines
Curtis
Its hard to move forward
When i dont know
Where forward is

So worried
Always
That i may misplace a step
Sometimes
I forget to take one
She said, "maybe we will meet again, in another lifetime or maybe we won't, we will continue searching for eachother lifetime after lifetime. Trying to find what we have now. It's a sad dark world out there, but between these sheets, with your skin pressing against mine. I feel no fear."

He said, "I love you." And her eyes shot bright like fireflies in the dead of night.

She pressed herself closer to him hearing his sigh of relief as her chest lays on his. Smiling, her caresses her cheek and kisses her forehead. Saying, "I will find you again when the worlds collide."
 Jun 2015 Joshua Haines
Kim
I wonder...
If I climb up a hill
When the morning is still
(dark)
If I lift up my eyes
To watch the sun rise
(gracefully)
If I fall into the sky
It'll take me up high
(carry me)
And I'll soar with the winds
And I'll float on the clouds
And I'll reach for the stars
As they come crashing down
(around me)
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