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87 · Apr 2024
Our House
Mitch Prax Apr 2024
I found you
in the dead of night-
a lost and lonely wanderer.
So I took you in,
cleaned up this house and
made space for you to stay.
You stayed for a while and
we felt lonely no more.
This house became our house,
and when it was your time to leave,
this place was never the same
no matter how many times I
tried to fill your absence.
87 · Dec 2019
Where Are We Going?
Mitch Prax Dec 2019
Where do we go from here?
How do we move,
when there is no more ground
beneath us?
How do we fly
without our wings?
I don't know where
we are going
anymore.
86 · Aug 2021
Too Kind
Mitch Prax Aug 2021
Sometimes
we fall in love
with those who simply
show a kindness that few can reciprocate.
They most likely won't think
twice about you yet
here we are,
left so helplessly
in love.
86 · Feb 2022
Haiku
Mitch Prax Feb 2022
The most beautiful
people are those who don't know
that they're beautiful

10:25 AM
12/2/22
86 · Apr 2024
Drowning
Mitch Prax Apr 2024
Be sure to
contain those
seas and storms within you
or else those leaks and lightning
will leave you drowning.
85 · Jul 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
This is not the life
I had in mind and I am
sick of pretending

10:53 PM
22/7/20
Mitch Prax Apr 2021
Her heart was
where I found my home.
Her thoughts and words
open up doors I could never find
and her eyes painted the walls
in beauty only rivaled by her own.
This is the house I wish
to spend my days.
85 · Aug 2021
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2021
We're passing strangers-
eyes meet eyes, lips meet lips-
strangers once again

11:39 AM
7/8/21
85 · Sep 2024
Whole
Mitch Prax Sep 2024
Sometimes I get the feeling
that my demons love me more
than my angels.
Maybe the fallen are the ones
who know how to lift you up
and maybe the empty ones
are the ones to make you feel whole.
85 · Jul 2021
Moon
Mitch Prax Jul 2021
Why does the moon
always shine so bright
when you know the hangover
is going to be glorious
the next morning?
84 · Jun 2020
Hollow
Mitch Prax Jun 2020
I
don't care
anymore.
I feel myself hollowing out
as the world grows bleaker
by the day.
These people
are termites and I
just don't care
anymore.
84 · Jan 2020
Wasteland
Mitch Prax Jan 2020
I felt like I was in love
with a wasteland because it
once birthed a bed of flowers.
I was in love with memories
that had long since passed-
my mind became my enemy.
Little did I know that those flowers
were poisonous little things.
84 · Aug 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
If you want to last,
stop telling me one thing but
doing another

10:05 PM
10/8/20
83 · Jan 24
Shooting Star
Mitch Prax Jan 24
I fell in love
with a shooting star
but forgot they are
destined not to stay.
83 · Jul 2020
Sun & Smile
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
Some days
I miss the sun.
Nevertheless,
I still wake up and
see your smile-
that's all the warmth I need
to start the day.
These mornings could not
get any better.
83 · Sep 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
Memories are traps-
look to the future and start
all over again

2:31 AM
20/9/20
83 · Feb 2022
Phoenix
Mitch Prax Feb 2022
And now we say goodbye
to what we thought would never end.
I can't believe it,
it's really over
and what do we have to show for it?
ashes and anguish.
All we can do now is
rise up like a phoenix
and learn from
our mistakes.
83 · Apr 8
Who Are You?
Mitch Prax Apr 8
Who are you
when the doors close and
you're left with your
shadow and silence?
Who are you
when no one is looking-
no eyes or judgement on
the way you conduct yourself
for everyday life?
Who are you
when there are no likes,
no comments and no audience?
Who are you really?
82 · Mar 2022
Haiku
Mitch Prax Mar 2022
Your assumptions of
other people are mostly
wrong most of the time

4:30 PM
24/3/22
82 · Jul 2021
Pieces
Mitch Prax Jul 2021
I don't believe
a broken heart truly mends-
some pieces are lost
forever.
82 · Mar 26
Red Flags
Mitch Prax Mar 26
Perhaps the red flags
only become visible
after the end.
But what if there was no end?
What if you look back on
the would-be red flags as
simply milestones that
show how much your partner
has matured and grown?
82 · Jul 2021
Hollow
Mitch Prax Jul 2021
Hollow are the
promises we make
after midnight.
81 · Jun 2020
Window
Mitch Prax Jun 2020
Perhaps I am
just a window
for everyone to see through,
to lift me up for their own vanity
only to put me down when
the world grows dark.
81 · May 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax May 2020
Why do you always
have to be so beautiful
and distant like that?

5:46 PM
6/5/20
81 · Mar 2020
Heartsong
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
I lay my head
into your chest
and your heart skips a beat.
I always hum along,
for it is my favorite
song.
80 · May 19
Hope
Mitch Prax May 19
Hope
has a way
of burning a
hole in your
heart.
80 · Apr 2022
Haiku
Mitch Prax Apr 2022
I am messed up but
I promise to love you more
than anyone can

4:52 PM
25/4/22
80 · Apr 2022
Still Remain
Mitch Prax Apr 2022
Yes, it's true,
I still think of you-
how can I forget the one
who consumed my mind,
heart and soul for so long?
Years can go by,
I can move away,
I can even be reborn,
yet in my mind you still remain.
78 · Jan 2020
Diary Excerpts #12
Mitch Prax Jan 2020
Dear diary;
All of the good days are nothing
compared to the emptiness I feel
since she took her away-
or more like a piece of me away.
And now I think I am getting sick
from all of the poison she fed me
over the past year-
that's all she left.
78 · Apr 2020
The Darkness
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
Once this darkness is over,
we won’t remember how we survived.
We won’t even be sure
whether the darkness is really over.
But one thing is certain-
When we climb out of the darkness,
and into the light,
we won't be the same world
that once stood.
78 · Feb 2020
Disguises
Mitch Prax Feb 2020
I am too
many tragedies
disguised as a man with
too many wounds
disguised as
memories.
76 · Jun 2020
Thief
Mitch Prax Jun 2020
To this day,
I'm still replaying
the memories of you and I.
You may still be able to
steal my thoughts away,
each one turning into
another piece of
poetry.
76 · Apr 26
Helpless
Mitch Prax Apr 26
Your fingers bled
from the roses you stole
from this heart.
Their thorns were helpless
against your cold
and merciless
grasp.
76 · Jul 2021
The Last Time
Mitch Prax Jul 2021
If I had known
that was the last time
I saw you,
what would I have done differently?
Would I have memorized your smile
for all those rainy days you
wouldn't be here?
Would I have held you longer
hoping that your warmth would
stay with me for just a bit more?
Would I have kissed you one more time
so that I remember heaven
when hell comes next?
75 · Apr 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
I'm still a hopeless
romantic but you give me
the hope I long for

11:58 AM
17/4/20
73 · Mar 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
I just want to be
enough but not too much all
at once, just for you

4:40 PM
11/3/20
73 · Mar 2020
Shipwreck
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
When your ship
came crashing back to shore
I knew the ocean didn’t love us
anymore.
72 · Aug 2020
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.
72 · Jul 2020
Do you?
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
Do you love
what we were?
who we are today?
or what we could
become?
71 · Feb 2022
Scattered Stars
Mitch Prax Feb 2022
Some of us are scattered stars
without a solar system in the vast
and unforgiving cosmos.
We may not be part of a constellation
or host a planet and its life
we could sustain but
we still shine as bright
as any other star.
71 · Jul 2020
Ghost
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
I am just a ghost
walking with the wind
and it cuts through me
like a never-ending blizzard.
All I can do now is
gather memories
of warmer times,
of warmer eyes
of names that have long since escaped me.
When will these winter winds
whisk me away?
I don't want to feel again.
70 · Jul 2020
Idea of Me
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
There are few
who really know me
at all.
Sure,
some will know a few
facts about me-
they'll try to piece me together
in a way that makes sense to them.
Sometimes I believe the idea of me
that they have created
or perhaps I don't know
myself at all.
69 · Feb 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Feb 2020
Years later, and I
think I would still love you like
I did long ago

3:40 PM
13/2/20
68 · Jun 11
Midnight Black
Mitch Prax Jun 11
She painted her
lips midnight black-
is that a call to love
or a call to arms?
67 · Mar 2020
Idea of You
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
Maybe
I was in love
with the idea of
who you could have been
more than who
you really are.
67 · May 25
Solitude
Mitch Prax May 25
Solitude is calling to me again.
She calls to me on
those dire nights and I
always answer her siren song.
She knows when I am
drained, detached or drowning
and will lift me from the
depths in my
time of need.
67 · Apr 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
I am a single
soul yet I am split and my
heart has been splintered

11:02 PM
6/4/20
66 · Jan 2020
Red Rose
Mitch Prax Jan 2020
I still taste the gin
from her lips
and this heart
isn't slowing down.
How can I sleep when
her voice still echoes in my ear?
But when I do,
I hope I dream of her.
Tonight was not long enough.
66 · Sep 2020
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.
66 · Feb 2020
Haiku
Mitch Prax Feb 2020
I do not need to
be reminded of the cost
of falling for you

11:14 PM
25/2/20
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