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

It's your sweet boyish laugh filled with all the glee of the universe
It's your devilish stare revealing the thoughts I want to observe.
It's the way you make me feel, so silly and jolly, my face split in two with delight
It's the comfort and warmth of your body I long for so badly alone in bed at night
It's the serenity of the atmoshpere around us that makes me miss the dreamy world we exist in together.
It's how you allow me to drop the weight from my shoulders and freely float, flying further.

This is what keeps me from walking away.
This is what makes me weak.
Chokes my soul to know you are making another feel this way.
Why do I let you do this to me?

You tell me I don't deserve this pain; that you made a big mistake.
You tell me you regret all that you did.
You tell me it just wasn't the right time or place.
You tell me sorry for the words you never said.
You tell me everything will be okay
And you tell me you miss me everyday.

This is what keeps me from moving on.
This is what makes me weak.
And so I tell myself to be strong.
Why do I let you do this to me?

You have your faults and I have mine.
I am sure as time continues I'll be just fine.

You don’t have to be popular to be somebody
You don’t need to pretend to impress anybody
All you need is to be yourself to inspire everybody

you shine best by just being you

*© Pax

Feels like running my hands through water.
Smells like the freshness after rain.
Sounds like butterflies fluttering against a flower
Taste like a sweet candy cane.
Looks like a faraway dream come true.
And yes I'm talking about you.

I think poets are aliens… from another planet
I mean, we must be
You have to be off your rocker to get it, to understand it…
I mean, is it just me…
That sees it?
The way we took grammar, complicated as they made it...
And blew the rules to the wind, we decided to ‘breeze’ it
We made up our own… and as a sensible man...
I can say, they don’t even need to make sense
Because they are what they are… poetic and intense
I really think we are not human though… I'm being serious about this
We go around seeing through a third eye
I know because I am about this
And we are crazy I tell you
We see the art in everything
We probably came up with the phrase ‘an about kiss’…
Or an 'almost kiss'… whatever
‘It’s either a kiss or it’s not, it’s as simple as that’...
The rest of society thinks… oh, but the poet would have none of that
We are weird I tell you
Us artistic types
We open our minds to anything and everything
We even befriend the mystic types
We would take it there… or allow our curiosity to take our minds anywhere
We would experiment to a point where we’re tripping out
We would… and you know it, just as long as it’s something to write about
This creativity thing is like a super power… **** it!
I rest my case… arrest me and take me back to my mother planet.