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I botched my reconstruction.
The arches of my cathedrals lie unfinished, burned bone.
You can see strait through my ribs into the living room-- one breast gone.
War is never civil
and its aftermath, never logical.
Reluctant combat of minds and hearts,
my body aches for you,
my conquered heart
reaching blindly for your familiar arms,
to find nothing but air.
 Jan 2017 Joshua Haines
Cali
Lately I've thought
that I was becoming
quite skilled at building walls
and burning bridges.
It starts to feel natural
after you do it so many times,
with every new lover.
new beginnings
always looked so appealing.

And then something shifted
as you smiled at me;
and I panicked as I felt
the walls crumbling
and something like love
seeped in and held me fast.

I let the words that sit
festering in my brain
pour out into the space
between our lips
and you drank them in
like water,
gifting me with
sweet repose
like an inconspicuous
land mine.
By Arcassin Burnham


Screaming from the shadows hoping somebody hears ya,
Even though nobody cares to notice ya,
Mindful eyes get left dry but they fall down on ya,
There's no secret to your flaws cause they're exposing ya,
I see the fire in your eyes , you're a tough one,
The cookies don't crumble here but others try to persuade the weak,
Reavaluating life choices and separating the good friends from
The bad friends knowing they all despise ya,
Here! You help me with this one thing and I'll promise you won't
Ever have to see me again , talking with everybody,
So you don't have to live with so much selfhate and doubt in ya,
You're strong,
I'm proud of ya,
You usually don't talk too much,
But out of these wannabes, you're a different breed,
With situations in life that'll make you hang yourself then kick over
The chair if you need,
But don't do that please.
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-unknown-flame-2.html
Big bright eyes and candied lies
Her cupid’s bow gives way to juvenile ebb and flow
A cherubic face in a vulnerable place
This sweet boy could be her fall from grace

Upon her delicate fingertips
He placed his soft rose red lips
A sign of unrefined affection
Her body is the perfect confection

A lifetime full of innocence
Consequently makes her naivety immense
Truly, her mind and body sheltered
Her emotions are extremely weltered

Accompanied with beautiful blue-green eyes,
Sticky-sweet are his sugary lies
Tempting were his words—just like cotton candy
He craves to indulge in her nubile vanity

Dark chocolate eyes and velvety-smooth almond skin
She dares not act on carnal sin
With the creamy vanilla flesh of a boy
Whom she knows will eat her beating heart with joy

Intensely artificial was the flavor
Of foul black licorice when his heart did waver
Faintly, she saw through the deception
His sweet sugar-coated “love” was just an *******
Don't be stupid.
 Jan 2017 Joshua Haines
Cali
when the water calls, go.
even if it's eight degrees
and your boots slip
as you crunch across
the sand and snow
towards waves that roar
and crash like metal shavings.

even as the wind whips
your unsuspecting face,
sending showers of
frozen sand to play
amongst your eyelashes.

even as your feeble eyes flicker
and try to absorb all of this
spectacular frozen wrath
before the wind swallows up
your air and forces you
to look away, gasping
with ecstasy,

smiling like a maniac
as the tears freeze
on your porcelain cheeks.
my god, you've never
felt so alive.
Being away from you feels like needle pricked heart
Feels like every passing grain of sand
drives a canyon between us
For every moment we're apart
another ray of sunshine is drip-dripping from me
Like the faulty faucet in my bathroom,
baby, I just need a caring hand
A hug and a band-aid and a promise for tomorrow
But, until then,
sunshine rains in my gut 
and my sink still leaks
 Jan 2017 Joshua Haines
Chrissy
The writer traveled along as well.
He always had a story to tell
of perceptions he had carefully compiled.
With a journal in hand, often he smiled.

Composing notes and observing all.
Taking in scenery, watching leaves fall.
With a furrowed brow and squinted eyes,
constantly wondering, questioning, “why?”

Intuitive and brave, he painted
illustrations with words he created.
His appearance was pleasant,
one would feel graced by his presence.

Optimism was his pure demeanor,
not one other viewed the world clearer.
He cherished life and all that it entailed.
With golden hair, his skin was far from paled.

His closeness to the floor of the earth,
Made him understand the importance of its worth.
And so he writes of the world’s wonders,
he writes of each person’s blunders.
For the mysteries that lie within his soul,
are written on the pages he never told.
 Jan 2017 Joshua Haines
Chrissy
‪He once said he valued our love
too much to fight‬.
‪So he'd swallow his pride, ‬
‪and tell me I was right‬.

He now screams‬ violently
‪until his voice becomes sore.
And I tell him he's right,
because I love him more.

Open up your eyes we're all disguised, we're hypnotized. We have overdosed with these pointless posts just to see how much we can boast. We're all trapped liquid inside a bottle that is wrapped with a title named "social media" We're all to blame, cause all we dig for is fame. Acceptance is where we find our bliss, but is all of this worth being blind
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