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 Apr 2018 s
Mike Hauser
Life is one big lesson
Be it easy, be it hard
There's no sense in guessing
You'll know soon enough when it comes along

I can tell you this from experience
With everything I've seen
The hardest lessons that you learn
Are the ones you most likely keep
 Sep 2017 s
rained-on parade
You fall out of love like a habit.
Nobody told you that even when they say
'there are no wrong answers',
there's always one that rings all the wrong bells.
You say, 'Maybe strawberry ice cream is my favourite',
and suddenly alarms go off in his head
'How? What? Nobody likes strawberry icecream!
This one is defective! Return to Sender!'


This one is defective.
You were mass produced
on a supply line for antsy, lonely nineteen-year olds.
This was their best year yet; the whole world is aching
but we're sorry to inform you but
Models made after 1995 are no longer supported.

To the scrapyard, then.
You fall and tumble and crawl out of love
like it's out to get you.
Like it's got its teeth in you,
nails tearing into flesh,
holding your ankles and begging you
to stay.
4/25/17

I don't quite remember myself, or you, anymore.
 Jun 2017 s
Hi De
I don't know why
I like your smile
I like your laugh
So much that time seems to stop

Our little talks
with the way you look
my heart skips a beat
you swept me off my feet

moments with you
if you only knew
my heart speaks your name
I hope you feel the same

I want you to know
That this much is true
This is my secret
To the Beautiful You.
 Jun 2017 s
Savannah Charlish
To her
They were just boys
Coming and going
Like tides taking effortlessly from the shore

But to them
She was the moon disturbing all their movements,
Controlling their feelings with her mysterious big eyes
And they were all helpless to her pull
 Jun 2017 s
Pepper Dove
Awake
again
and the music is still playin'
from the kitchen
where you still sit
Alone
inside your head
Smoke swirls
around your hand
I can hear your puckered lips
**** the life out' that stick
exhaling mumbled words
to Simply Red
reaching for your cup
filled with gold
-to fill the soul-
I sit
at the end of my bed
mesmerized
by you.
As a child I would awake in the middle of the night to soft music playing from the kitchen where my mother would be drinking, chain smoking and singing along to old classics. I would lay there for hours watching her, in wonder of what she was thinking. I could tell she was sad and lonely, though she never showed it during the day. I never interrupted her, because I knew this was her way of meditation, her way to cleanse and fill her soul.
 Mar 2017 s
chris
w a s t e d
 Mar 2017 s
chris
i tilt the remains

of the contents

down my throat
the liquid slides down my throat,
burning my insides,
blurring my eyesight.

this is good.
this is what i want.
ed.
 Mar 2017 s
Mike Hauser
i float
 Mar 2017 s
Mike Hauser
if you count all the days
from here to there
minus the ones
that you just sit and stare

the haves and have not's
the never got's
on waves have been tossed
forever lost

the good you have done
when not counting some
they say haste makes waste
when diving in love

and on that note
i clear my throat
and proceed to float


in every beginning and end
there's a middle to them
an overgrown path
that life is lived in

standing around
to say the least
the beauty within
is marked by the beast

before we say it's over
then attempt it again
this looks too familiar
where have we been

*and on that note
i clear my throat
and proceed to float
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