Submissions by Nowhere_ (HaleyJade)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I guess I’m a poet. It’s hard for me to think of myself as anything at all. Aside from maybe a complete and utter disaster.
Israel
His Israel has become the underside of beauty
Everything is toppled over, bleached out and gritty
Ruins, the fatherless are screaming.
Haunting Echos clang off the walls of Her city.
Israel, why are you afraid?
Israel, my dear, you've fallen, stricken by plague ..
Our nights are lengthened, your days are full of sadness and shame.
There are no more blessing’s,
Even if you were to pray.
There is no more wine, no more medicine at which to numb out your pain.
You’re arms weakened and tired
you have blown out
Every vein.. ...
Everything is toppled over, bleached out and gritty
Ruins, the fatherless are screaming.
Haunting Echos clang off the walls of Her city.
Israel, why are you afraid?
Israel, my dear, you've fallen, stricken by plague ..
Our nights are lengthened, your days are full of sadness and shame.
There are no more blessing’s,
Even if you were to pray.
There is no more wine, no more medicine at which to numb out your pain.
You’re arms weakened and tired
you have blown out
Every vein.. ...
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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Leaving Las Vegas
Its times like this, that I remember you ..
Like the time I finally figured out what the hell
You were talking about when you said I was
you're Elizabeth Shue.
Everything has become tangled, trashed, and
mangled.
Our love has been choked up, snuffed out
and strangled.
These emotions have become some what
Of a danger... a little evil anger From a familiar stranger .
The memories play on repeat, again and
again
Songs of our distant laughter
Are now deafening echos of a love long lost
in my head
Snatched away from me, ...
Like the time I finally figured out what the hell
You were talking about when you said I was
you're Elizabeth Shue.
Everything has become tangled, trashed, and
mangled.
Our love has been choked up, snuffed out
and strangled.
These emotions have become some what
Of a danger... a little evil anger From a familiar stranger .
The memories play on repeat, again and
again
Songs of our distant laughter
Are now deafening echos of a love long lost
in my head
Snatched away from me, ...
#depression
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