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 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
ohjamie
Six
 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
ohjamie
Six
Talked til 6am--
thought it meant something, but I
am nothing to you.
Encountering Temporaries:
A HAIKU SERIES
What if sound was robbed,
Held at gunpoint
And smuggled away
From me
Into a duffel of contraband.

What if songs became nothing?
What would I
Do? As the bus
Bounces up and down,
When the sun hasn't
Yet stolen it's kiss.
The window yields
Bland scene
And I would recognize
The silence
In the detestful
Way I do
When I forget the wires.

What if his voice
Was gone?
Could I remember it?
Could I fill in sound as his
Lips moved,
God
All I'd ever see
Would be lips.
And I don't like mouths as it is.
But maybe
They'd be my new wires
And my eyes would follow
Their parted
Movements, enamored.

What if instructions were silenced
And I was left to guess at
What to do?
Emergency situation
Stealing my life away
Because I couldn't hear
Anything about
The oxygen supply
Above my head.

I'd perish in silence.

Would I speak?
Or only write?
Would I feel heard
If I could barely fathom listening?
 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
Jeremy Bean
I never asked for perfect,
I only wanted
equally flawed.
I sit in here in my window seal half naked, with my window open and the smell of freshly soaked grass wafting in with the flashing lights of the sky.

At this point in my life, i dont know what the hell is going on. Im trapped between the walls of my heart and the confines of my mind.
I am the once solid foundation of your home, after the earthquake shook your house to tears.

I am the once smiling face, after your lover left.

My heart, once beating strongly and lightly, now pouts, cold and hardened, next to my once healthy lungs.

No words can bring the soul back into my eyes, nor can any kiss bring the color back into my cheeks.

My hands cant hold him anymore, for they seem to only shake and become numb.

My mouth is no longer capable of forming soft gentle words, only harsh and savage, broken phrases pass over the cusp of my lips.

My mind finds no comfort in the things once enjoyed by my being, accompanied by the music of my laughter echoing through the corridors of a once happy home.

My legs no longer know where they are pushing me, my feet are unsure of where to step.


People say that no one is lost.




But could you tell me where i am?
 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
ryn
Doom train hurtling along
Through the fog in my mind
Towing freight, rectangular and oblong
Dim headlights, you're travelling blind

Five carriages long, excluding engine and caboose
Metal against metal, spitting sparks on steel
Undetermined path, rails will choose
Chugging along on dirt covered wheels

In the cabin, I see the light
Emanating from your furnace
Swallowing up coals in your gaping bite
Tongues of flames licking the surface

Fire breathing, spewing thick black smoke
Almost unseen, against the dark of night
A long plumy arm as if extending to choke
And plug the remaining sources of light

Meandering precariously on tracks that weave
Over uncharted, unfathomable terrain
Your store, so reliably you heave
Worming your way through my brain

What's in that cargo of yours?
What lies within those boxcars?
What drives you to diligently run your course?
What fuels you to travel near and far?

Loads of self pity, self loathing and self reproach
Snaking your way to an unknown destination
Screeching brakes as if a stop you approach
Herald the train of dubious intentions

Light is upon you, dark will dissipate
Your plumes starting to lessen from your stack
The dawn breaking horizon you didn't anticipate
To see another charging towards you on this very same track...
See "Light Train"
See "Collision Course"
i
caught
a glimpse
of
your
alluring eyes
but
you
swiveled
them away
with no
sign
of
vigilance
within
and
all
of
a sudden
an
indescribably
pain
grew
in intensity
inside
of
me.
 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
Vanessa
.
 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
Vanessa
.
I’d like to see how things played out if it was just you and I.

No person standing guard between us, no safety net if the conversation falls. I want it to be raw and honest.
I want to know how you feel about me. I want you to know how I feel about you.
I want to break everything down until we can see straight to our cores, because like you always said: once you hit the bottom, you can only go up.

Let’s build something from nothing.

Let’s be brave enough to try
 Sep 2014 Adam Latham
Hotaru Mei
Through the window of my bedroom
I see a girl without a smile
It's lost in the tears that trail her cheeks
And within troubles that, inside, rile

Surrounded by four white-washed walls
Enclosed within her silence
She glances back as I sit and stare
With a look that yearns for guidance

Her eyebrows furrow in worry and pain
As if piecing together a puzzle
And as I raise my hand to the cold glass

**So does she.
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