Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com An excerpt from Screaming in the Forest by Jona Nightingale (me) I have told myself a thousand times to close that door The one love, a fragile emotion, seems to walk through Because it is now too painful to feel in the depths of my soul I feel like… Continue reading You smell of unknown things – A poem
Category: Poetry
New Poetry Collection!
The Cover of Screaming in the Forest by Jona Nightingale Greetings one and all, A new poetry collection is out today! Screaming in the Forest is about healing from trauma, reclaiming your mental peace, and finding who you are in the dark. It's about screaming as healing, because healing is never easy or simple. It's… Continue reading New Poetry Collection!
Offer me flowers – A Poem
Strange how we decorate our pain with peonies and our suffering with daffodils. A bouquet for your sacrifice. And a rose garden for your breaking, beating heart. Tell me when did you realize that pain and beauty were synonymous with forgiveness and love. Take my heart and hold it close to yours. Wrap it in… Continue reading Offer me flowers – A Poem
Before you go – poem
Before you go, Tell me where To put my heart. And if you leave Tell me where To put my memories. And if I stay, Tell me how To keep breathing.
A Poem: I buried my wife while hoping for salvation
A poem from Forgiving My Yesteryears. under my other name. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com I’ve never wanted to feel the hand of God More than when her cancer returned And two years later when her soul left Through her eyes so full of life That was the first time I cried in years I… Continue reading A Poem: I buried my wife while hoping for salvation
I yelled to the old grave man – a poem
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Passing by an old graveyard I yelled to the old man Eerily singing a dead man’s song, “Sing me a song of mirth and cheer.” The old man replied with eerily sigh, “I cannot, I only know songs of death and dismay.” I called again with vigor and resolve, “Sing… Continue reading I yelled to the old grave man – a poem
Coloring my skin with hues
Photo by Steve Johnson on Pexels.com Skin of gold and brown My mother would tell me that my skin was beautiful The perfect shade of brown to paint the world in I rejoiced as any child would when the world needed your color Then I heard it, how my skin was dirty and too dark… Continue reading Coloring my skin with hues
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