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Sep 2020 · 320
Andri
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I don't know
what happened to Andri.
She was too good for this world-
few are.
I hope she is doing well,
wherever life took her
and I hope that she found the
anarcho-communist commune
she had always
desired.
Sep 2020 · 176
Conversation
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I'm having
conversations
inside my head.
Whoever lives in there
hates me too.
Sep 2020 · 198
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
We try so hard to
be perfect even though it
crushes us inside

4:02 PM
23/9/20
Sep 2020 · 66
Me, a Song
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
If I am a song,
you are the rhythm to my melody.
As for the lyrics,
they are written in a language
that only you could understand.
Sep 2020 · 222
Content
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Happy?
No, not quite.
These days,
I'd say I'm more content.
Yeah,
content,
I like the sound of that.
Sep 2020 · 83
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Memories are traps-
look to the future and start
all over again

2:31 AM
20/9/20
Sep 2020 · 245
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
We eat our shadows
so that nothing else can hurt
us ever again

12:17 PM
19/9/20
Sep 2020 · 702
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
No one ever told
me that I was the villain
of my own story

7:42 AM
18/9/20
Sep 2020 · 322
Essential Bukowski
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I'm still reading
the book she gave me
for Christmas.
Bukowski-
it's as good as you'd expect.
So why is it taking me
this long to finish?
Sep 2020 · 108
Peace of Mind
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Where is my peace
after burning your name
and all the memories it held?
Where is my peace
after drowning the love
that still remained?
After all that's said and done,
where is my peace of mind?
Where is my peace?
Sep 2020 · 359
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Remember all the
good times you had and all the
things you hoped to be?

11:16 PM
14/9/20
Sep 2020 · 214
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Hold my beating heart,
it's the only piece of me
I still live without

3:59 PM
12/9/20
Sep 2020 · 198
Such a Pity
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Angry?
No,
just disappointed.
Are we good?
No,
but I wish we could have
figured things out.
I thought we were better than this.
Sep 2020 · 514
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
our roots were tangled
beneath the soil but our
petals never grew

8:08 PM
11/9/20
Sep 2020 · 576
Our Poems
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Every smile,
every touch
and every word
we ever shared were
poems unto themselves.
Sep 2020 · 596
Tavern
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Shakira on the radio,
a gin and tonic or maybe four.
The night is young, baby,
and we aren't
getting any older.
Sep 2020 · 260
Nobel Peace Prize
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
You deserve to win
the Nobel Peace Prize
for bringing peace to this heart.
It has known nothing
but war and disarray
for far too long.
Thank you.
Sep 2020 · 298
Respect
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I don’t owe
anyone my respect.
respect must be earned,
not assumed.
Don't trust anyone who says
that they respect you-
I need to see that
in action.
Sep 2020 · 125
I Search
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
You’re all I have left
it’s the worst kind of theft
to lose a portion of your soul

I search and I search
from Pluto to church
Without you I’ll never feel whole
Sep 2020 · 457
Shooting Stars
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
You are
no longer here,
but just knowing that
we share the same sky
is good enough
because those shooting stars
carry the wishes from
me to you.
Sep 2020 · 213
Father's Day
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Today
I will pretend
it's any other day.
Today
I will try not
to cry out your name.
Today
I will try to not
to let it hurt so bad.
Today
was never meant
to be so sad.
Sep 2020 · 218
Missing
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Yes,
I miss you,
but sometimes I
miss myself
too.
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
i never meant
for you to hate me,
I wanted the opposite,
in fact.
I suppose it is better this way,
for me,
at least.
Sep 2020 · 180
I Wish
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I wish that
he could see
that she is tired
of fighting the tide.

I wish that
he could see
that she is barely
afloat anymore.

I wish that
he had saved
her from drowning
but he left her out at sea.

I wish that
his heart wasn't
shallow so that she
could have dived
into his
heart.
Sep 2020 · 633
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
How am I meant to
dive into your heart when the
water is shallow?

10:38 PM
1/9/20
Sep 2020 · 619
Io
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Io
I still hope
that we fall asleep
on Io
tonight.
Sep 2020 · 129
Sabotage
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I sabotaged
my ability to love
with my inability to love.
It's as simple
as that.
Aug 2020 · 105
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Spending Friday night
staring into the icy
heart of the bottle

6:37 PM
29/8/20
Aug 2020 · 52
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
The word 'love' sounds more
desirable when it is
spoken from your mouth

4:10 PM
27/8/20
Aug 2020 · 111
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
It's been a while
since I felt this good but how
long will it last for?

4:22 PM
25/8/20
Aug 2020 · 348
Two Years
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Has it been
that long already?
Such a distant memory,
it almost feels like a dream-
a dream I never wanted to wake from.
I still miss you
more and more every day.
Take me to sleep,
I want to dream
again.
Aug 2020 · 150
Dead End
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
If you truly want
what's best for your heart,
then loving me is not the path
you should venture down.
I am but a dead end
waiting for you at
the end of
the road.
Aug 2020 · 106
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
These thoughts become dreams
and then these dreams will become
a reality

3:44 AM
23/8/20
Aug 2020 · 271
Shades of Spring
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
I saw the
spring sun
in your eyes.
The way the yellow light
danced off those beautiful orbs,
like bumblebees on dandelions.
These moments of gold
may one day fall
into autumn's grasp
but the sweet taste it leaves
in my mouth will never dim.
Sweet as honey,
sweet as amber.
Aug 2020 · 276
The Best Dream I Ever Had
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Last night you came to me
in a dream-
a teenager!
Oh, how elegantly
you had grown,
my beautiful baby girl.
The way you lit up that station,
the way I held you in my arms
once again,
it was the best dream
I ever had.
Aug 2020 · 174
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
You stayed long enough
to make believe that you
wouldn't ever leave

3:41 PM
22/8/20
Aug 2020 · 223
Amber & Blue
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Amber and blue
intertwine and recombine,
resulting in a grisly clash
of colours and chaos.
Every year it's the same old battle:
the bitter blues of winter,
the alluring ambers of spring,
each a spectrum
not to be reckoned with.
But as the final days of winter conclude,
amber waits upon the other side.
I'm running the final stretch now-
yes, I do believe such beauty
is now within my grasp.
Amber and blue,
the battle draws to a close
and I do believe
that amber
will prevail.
Aug 2020 · 200
The First Days of Spring
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
There ain't nothing like them,
is there?
A gentle reminder that
I have survived
the cold and gloom
for one more
year.
Aug 2020 · 474
Spring!
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Sunflowers bloom
then sunflowers kiss.
Ah yes,
it's spring
That I've missed.
Aug 2020 · 44
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Death has plagued my dreams
for quite some time now to the
point of fearing sleep

4:08 AM
21/8/20
Aug 2020 · 705
Dreaming of Death
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Death has made
one too many
appearances  
in my dreams.
I forgot how long it's been
since he first woke me up or
how long it's been since
I feared my own
dreams.
Aug 2020 · 422
Dreaming of Dalmatians
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
I guess our dream
of owning a dalmatian
doesn't matter
anymore.
Aug 2020 · 165
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Letting go of you
was the best thing I have done.
Yes, I found you out.

10:21 PM
20/8/20
Aug 2020 · 238
Each Day
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
It is true,
each day brings us
closer to death.
But you,
you make each day
worth living.
Aug 2020 · 207
Wide Awake
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
I have nothing
left to say to you
anymore.
I now know what you have done
and who you really are.
You have shown your
true colours and now
I'm wide awake.
Aug 2020 · 116
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Is this the finish
line that I have been waiting
for all of my life?

4:13 PM
19/8/20
Aug 2020 · 728
Picasso's Praise
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
You are
the kind of art
that would lure Picasso
and be unable to turn away.
You are the masterpiece
that no one could
understand.
Aug 2020 · 166
Promised Love
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
Baby,
I'm a broken man.
I'm nothing but damaged goods
but I promise to give you
all of the love that I
couldn't promise
to myself.
Aug 2020 · 221
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
I can't decide if
I want to fall asleep or
gently pass away

11:16 PM
16/8/20
Aug 2020 · 72
Switch & Spirit
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
People could tell how much
you lit up my spirit-
they could see it in my eyes,
they could see it in my smile.
But now that you've gone,
these eyes ain't what they used to be.
Like a switch,
I have taught myself to
light them up on command.
But deep down,
this spirit doesn't
shine so bright.
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