Ghosts in the Parlor
Wailing through the walls
Calling out lost secrets
Roaming through the halls
Recollections
i. This city reminds me
Nights I’d come home soul stained with vodka, whiskey, gin
After all-night, kissing the wrong person
Sleeping in to get passed the disappointments
ii. That song reminds me
Open wound of a life
Waking even though my very essence was dying
Everything amounted to nothing, desperate to hold on to something
iii. This place reminds me
Beautiful new memories made
Body/mind a lot less heavy
Time loves those old scars away
Le Monde
Les corps en émoi,
L’âmes en pleurs,
Les particules cosmiques s’écrasent au profond de nous,
Nous sommes tous des Adams/nous sommes tous des atomes.
Les cœurs naviguent,
Les esprits rêvent d’un meilleur moment et endroit.
Nourrissez-nous de lumière, d’eau, d’air,
Dispersez-nous au vent, enterrez-nous dans la terre.
La violence nous ronge,
Tragédie après tragédie après tragédie.
Les vies disparaissent comme un feu sauvage,
Si nous ne progressons pas, nous sommes condamnés à la supernova.
Des destructions inimaginables,
Perdues toujours dans les profondeurs de l’historie.
Sing to Me
Words flow like rain drops,
Soft call of birds waking in the distance,
Worries lulled to bed,
Soul unburdened.
A long hard winter ‘til this tale came to its end –
Up from the muck, bare knuckles bloodied,
Clawing toward the surface.
Out from the darkness, heels worn thin,
Wandering, conquering.
Ageless impediment, a second-guess,
Alter ego unassuming, unaware, unsure?
Circle back,
Soft crimson of the inside of your eyelids,
Soft call of birds waking.
Now that you’re living in the epilogue,
Tell me again how it all happened.
The Poll Waltz
“Freedom isn’t free,” they say,
We know,
Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,
With the tears of our foremothers,
The blood of our brothers.
Don’t tell us how to be,
Don’t tell us what to believe,
Don’t speak,
Just listen.
Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.
Think, don’t just follow suit.
Photo: Alexis Micu
Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)
15 Six Word Poems, Written in 15 Minutes
i. us
those nights, wine – spilling our souls.
ii. je suis?
this could all be a dream.
iii. astronaut
i want to swim in space.
iv. space
hold me closer, not too close.
v. hereditary
what if monster is a gene?
vi. where’s the camera?
tell me I did something sweet…
vii. clouds
all of your thoughts are raindrops.
viii. goals
the ocean never misses the sand.
ix. hideaway
where all our secrets lay safely.
x. dawning
genius is not born of air.
xi. fire escape
climb with me, the highest heights.
xii. guitar
no worries, i am always here.
xiii. las vegas
alive with you, until the morning.
xiv. train station
all beginnings start with a journey.
xv. home
never been happier in one place.
Hayden Winston 
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