"haynes" poems
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
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sigh.
This is hard.
My eyes are getting heavier with each passing day and the boy I see in the mirror
looks almost like a man.
Almost.
I am thankful for all the unkind words.
They made me strong and they made me carefree.
But when the lights go off and piano notes dance around my room the sheets feel lonely and my room feels cold.
When I close my eyes, my fingers are running along your cheek and my lips are brushing your nose.
You're not here.
I don't even know...
who
you
are.
But I hear myself whisper your name.
I know that somewhere in the universe, pieces of our souls flown through lonely tears and childhood wishes are are dancing with one another in the rain.
...kissing after dinner...
..making love after a fight...
I am so madly in love with you and I have no idea who you are.
Whether you even exist at all yet or whether I pass you every day.
I make no promise that I will caress your skin.
I make no promise that I will hear you laugh.
I make no promise that I will ever find you.
But I promise to always keep looking,
so keep your eyes open too...
With all my love whoever you are,
Joshua Haynes
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
A bird dropped down out of the sky and landed in my head, and though I listened as it sung, I couldn't fathom what it said.
I'm sure it spoke of hungry fiends
wishful things
and childish schemes.
But deep within those singing eyes were vast and universal dreams.
Then he flew away in music and I just listened to the silence.
**Newly established Sailor Joshua Haynes here by the way. It is good to be back **
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
I wonder at times what would happen if I were to suddenly die and someone found this journal, found my words.
I wonder whether they would even read it... would they find it interesting?
I bet they would think, "What an angry and cynical little boy this writer must be."
I guess that what I ay can be a little rough around the edges but that is only because life can be the same way. I look through my own words from years before to now and try to find exactly what I am trying to say. My words bounce around at times building up on each other or breaking down.
Is there a method to my madness or is it just ranting drifting around a smouldering fire?
Maybe when I am older I can look back and someone much wiser and well along in their years will understand and nod their head slowly in compassion for a twisted soul stumbling deaf, dumb, and blind in a world that cannot be understood and a universe that forgets to place flowers on your grave.
-Joshua Haynes
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Family what family mane me my brothers and mom been struggling for years
When we needed yall yall disappered
Most of them dont even calls
But feel guilty once one falls
I can honestly count maybe two handfulls of people as my real fam
While the others Prolly wouldn't give a ****
What kind of family talks bad about others
Like my mom for example people in the family judged her along with me and my brothers
To those who did it remember God dont like ugly
Yall better learn soon
We struggled our whole life
We never had the silver spoon
To whom reads this i dont mean to sound mean
But i got a sister cousin and relatives i haven't even seen
To my brother L Christopher Haynes-Rhodes speedy and sisters Ashley Rhodes maury and LarChelle Haynes we know our other mom to faces pain but as i write this poem i want us to build upon each others struggle for a happiness to regain its not like the others really care we dont even have get togethers nor reunions to
Smh we gotta do better as a family right now my mom has been in the hostpital for nearly a week for the ones Who came to see her who texed her and sent gifts i thank you all it's good to see that a small amount of people care and even the ones who said they ll pray as well
To everyone who is family on my mom and dad side if you can i want you all to share this if not spread the word because this is not only a poem but this is a message
The day we become one whole will be a moment. Of truth i dont know how long it ll take but the only way that ll come true is if we all be real with one another besides fake thats all i have to say
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
My whole life I was the most talked about person there was
I was talked about by people by co workers by friends
I thought one day it would all end
I laugh and smile not to show how I truly feel around people
It not like anybody will care anyways
I was always judged throughout my life In school
And yet they still judge me to look cool
My whole life people told me I'm nothing I'd always be considered lame
So now I've gaven up on t popularity and fame
I feel there's no reason for me to be in this world
I laugh and feel sad as I wath all my cousin and brothers get girls
Nobody understands me not my brothers and even my mother
I guess that's why it shows from others
Nobody understands my pain my kife my struggles and more
I'm an angel that's fallen that can no longer sore
Nobody understands me only because I'm different
Different by how I act and how I look
I was the kid who had nicknames still today its the same
I still have pain inside
But out of every hurt I felt it never ruined my pride
So that part is good
My Name is Louis Haynes
And I'm misunderstood
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
You are fradulent
You explointed me
I thought I was liking you but now I’m far from it
Were something else...
Were divergent and dissimilar
You talk behind my back
Your shady and fake almost that of a plastic tree
50 cents for three or maybe even free
Your not worth it !
Your two faced and I don’t like both parts of you
Its sad because I let you see all parts of me
I guess you didn’t like what you saw
Was there a flaw ?
By: Tal Haynes A.K.A Tummycakes555
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
They said to buy local so I tried to buy Dave Cull’s lung.
But he wouldn’t sell it.
They said to buy local,
So I tried to buy Michael Woodhouse’ heart,
But it was out of stock.
The shop girl told me she would check out the back.
They said to buy local so I tried to buy Lee Vandervis’ hands,
He said he’d sell them to me but I tried them out and they had no grip.
The said to buy local so I tried to buy Harlene Haynes nose,
But it was already in something else.
(she told me it was malicious of me to ask and threatened me with defamation)
They said to buy local so I tried to buy the Highlanders cauliflower ears,
so I’d have enough florets for a salad,
But it turned out they weren’t organic, so I left it.
They said to buy local so I tried
They said to buy local so I tried
They said to buy local so I tried
And I tried
And I tried
And I tried
They said to buy local
-but between the dilapidated hospital and the drafty-damp flats there were no good organs to purchase.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 5:44 AM UTC
Look I ve not only wrote this to catch your attention
I ve written this to let you know when nobody's there just look for me
Then you'll see,
What a real friend is
I care for those who I'm cool with and even the ones I'm not cool with
Why,
Cause this is me
I stand for louis haynes and nobody else
No,
Words will never bring me down again
If life was a checkered flag
We all should go for that win
And I guess that'll be just enough till it ends
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Don't let them get you
You run that's all you got
But eventually you'll need rest
eventually you'll get caught
And you need air and you're hacking on breathing
no gold metal your receiving
There's no finish line so who's to win
I don't know but there's a "begin"
You let them get you
You ran that's all you had
It was driving you mad
But eventually you needed rest
eventually you got caught
the start was the shot
And you needed air and you're still hacking on breathing
no gold metal you received
You feel as if you had been thieved
There's no finish line so who's to win
I don't know but there was a "begin" ...
By:Alex Haynes
A.K.A Tummycakes555
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
LIKE THE CURRENTS IN OCEANS MY THOUGHTS RUN STRONG
AS THEY WASH UPON MY SAND-LIKE MIND THAT PUSHES ALONG
MY LOVE SUCH PASSION AND FIRE
I CAN JUST FEEL ITS HEAT
WHEN MY RARE PERSONALITY COMBINES IT CREATES SOMETHING SWEET
MY CHARM SUCH ATTRACTION GOT THEM LADIES CLOSING IN AND IM THE MAGNET
OH MY SKIN SUCH DARKNESS LIKE CHOCOLATES AND CANDY
MY FLOW WHICH RUNS AS SMOOTH AS WATERFALLS
MY LOYALTY IS KNOWN AS ONE THE BEST
FROM THE FRIENDS I STILL HAVE TODAY
AND FOR NEW ONES THAT WILL COME NEXT
LOUIS HAYNES IS ME AND YES I'VE BEEN CAUGHT
BUT WHO CAN STOP ME FROM HAVING SUCH POETIC THOUGHTS
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
well before i go to bed i gotta say this
you getting out the hostpital my only wish
i been depressed in da morning crying at night
just because i want you to be alright
your my only girl
in this crazy world
we'll go through thick and thin
be forgiving by our sins
but im hoping u wake up from the coma your in
baby girl i cant take it
cant break it
or shake it
if there''s no you there's no me
with you is the only place i wanna be
i'll alway's be real faithful to
just to see your pretty smile boo
plus my best friend mad at me too
but i gotta stay strong
and pray the lord dont take her home
because our love is everlasting long
im her king
she's my queen
and put that together it makes the best couple you've seen
By Louis Haynes
Dedicated To The Love Of My Life
who's currently in the hospital over a fatal insedent
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Antique shops
Say lonely words.
I and mine
Are but a patch of grass.
A wheat field
Waving like a
Banner of quiet
Sovereignty:
Empty freedom.
There are a thousand houses,
Homes of a hundred thousand persons.
And I am but one.
How stupid am I?
Oh, how stupid and vein.
That I love, that I hate,
I squander and create,
Worry and worry,
And yet there they are.
They are indifferent.
A family of four.
Cheri is the wife,
Tommy the husband
They have two children,
Lidia and Claudia,
They live a suburban life
Barely baptist and certainly content.
Then there's the Trina family,
And the Radells;
And the Baders;
Haynes, Spencers;
O'Connors, Smiths...
And so many others,
And what amazes me
Is that they just exist.
They are just there!
I can go and see them,
Hear them speak,
And I am in no way a part of them.
Oh! How foolish am I!
I should rip it out,
My passion and motivation,
For what is it worth?
Other than to drive me mad and speechless, driven dumb by the rains of life; by a simple kiss, water's blissful kiss, I am taken over with this feeling.
I am nothing, so be it.
I too, love rain.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
I will be stronger , instead of throwing hits , I lasted longer
Maybe I'm scared or unprepared , or I don't feel the need to lash out
You can talk, but those words will get me riches , there's glitches , in the system ..were I win .
My enemy will become my motivation , I Am feeling the heat , radiation .
See I go home at the end of the day , there they do not exist , there they decay
The told me since day one I'd be nothing , now I'm breathing to be something
I don't talk about it as chatter , or to make them matter
- Alex Haynes
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
like a person who's high
My mind reacts quick
but my thoughts thinks slow
and since my personality is currents in the water
it creates a poetic flow
my poems are addictive
my poetic style is rare
one read will have you shocked
two read will have you stuck
and once you reach three you'll never get enough
my flows are like dreams
cause they'll make yours come true
and if i were your genie
i ll grant your wishes to
my words are soothing
so soothing
when i speak,
you'll be feeling smooth
i would tell you the rest
but i'm not trying turn something good to a mess
My soul is like the wind
you never know when it blows
My name is Louis Haynes
And this is my poetic flow
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
You all thought I was out of my bounds , that rope stopped cutting my skin
I tear at my flesh every night in front of the mirror , and I wash the blood away with my sadness
It's not easy being two types of people
I'll try to let you understand
I was wrapped in pink as soon as they wiped the blood off of me
And just because I prefer he
Doesn't mean no one else is screaming , sorry , I will try to duck tape there mouth
I am still trapped behind the glass and only my fingers every slip threw my chamber door
Please don't love me , I will only cause you to be confused
I only get a small taste of the whine
If only I had the courage to cut a slit to let them out of me
If only
By Alex Haynes
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Sometimes we think people “couldn't be that cruel “ .
That a dime is worth a dime
That were in a different time
And that stealing someone's soul ain't a crime
But , lately the news has been saying , that people could refuse service
To someone just like me
To someone who thought they were free
Hasn't this already happened with the blacks and whites ?
Haven't we already learned this in insit right ?
Why do we hunt after people that are different , and make them fight ?
You back a cat up into a corner , and he scratches you
Now he's so bad for protecting himself ?
That's just another piece of evidence on the shelf ?
You call us attention seekers when we speak
But you don't see your ignorance reeks
Are lives and freedom are on the line “land of the free “ ?
Yet women and men can't ***
But it isn't natural you say ?
You weren't born this way ?
It's embedded into our brains
But maybe we're just insane ..
You'd rather ****
Then let us be happy
But your religion treats every sin the same
I Am not saying religion is bad , it's just some people make others sad
You can not re - write the words
Murders and speakers of hate you should feel the shame
tears on your hands you are the ones to blame
By : Alex Haynes
A.K.A Tummycakes555
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
they say love makes you happy
but it can also make you sad
you think things going good when there going bad
they say love lasts long
but thats only if the chemistry is strong
love is like a war cause you always gotta fight
through the day and through the night
love can also be blind
thats why you always have to use your mind
Love can be amazing
it can also drive you crazy
love is real
so real you will be willing to ****
love can be fake
don't let that overtake
cause it can cause alot of mistakes
so the only way you'll have the right type
if the person your with says you've changed there life
(by Louis Haynes)
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Pretending ..
That's all that ever seems to be happening
So self aware
So in my mind
Wishing to be careless without thinking
Needing to catch myself when I let go of the locks that keep me hidden away
I need help but fear too much that it's all in my head
I know what's wrong but I try to ignore it
Why do I feel so comfortable around you , why does ”she” keep coming out and “he “ going back in .
I need the torture...of knowing my remedy for all madness
By : Tal Haynes
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC