She left;
He left;
They left;
 
You’ve left too…
 
Just like peanuts.
 
In a snap;
Up, out
And, all that’s left behind...
 
Empty shells;
 
Goobers aren’t we?!

ɩ.

Aʆʆɩɾmҽɖ ɩى ɷųɾŋ amɷųɾ'
Mɩŋҽ appɭҽ, ɷʆ tɧҽ ىtaɾىtɾųck tɾҽҽ;
Mɩŋҽ ɭɷѵҽɾ, mɩŋҽ qųҽҽŋ.

ɩɩ.

Aѵɷw I wɩɭt
Fɷɾ ɩʆ mɩŋҽ bɭɷɷɖ ɩى ىpɩɭt;
Pɭҽaىҽ kŋɷwҽtɧ mɩŋҽ aʆʆҽctɩɷŋ ɩى tɾųҽ.

ɩɩɩ.

Aى tɧҽ wɩŋɖ, aŋɖ ɾaɩŋ ɖɷtɧ mɷѵҽtɧ
Daŋcҽ wɩtɧ mҽ ɷŋ ʆɭamɩŋɠ ʆɩɾҽ'ى;
Iŋ aɭɭ attɩɾҽ ɷʆ maɾѵҽɭɷųى ɠɾɷwtɧ.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication

the whiteness of ghosts,
winter flowers,

songs of the night
falling through
the leaves,

the old dark ache
of the skies,

our love
naked in its seas.

We live in a nation where
People prefer to fall asleep
Holding their phones
Instead of their partners
And we wonder why
Romance is dying.

On the day
she turned to dust
she asked the wind
to be her friend
and it picked her up
and ran her
through the fingers
of it's hands
and it poured her
into pockets
and whispered
to hold on
and before the
church had emptied
they were gone..

Holding on so tight
I can barely breathe
I can see star lights flashing,
flashing different colors of the **** bands'

The hooks dug deeper into my skin
Am I being nailed to this  cross?
Without the intimates that emphasize comfort?
The subtle lift, the agony of the fabric,
Bare necessities of the multiway bra

We sail through life often without a thought or a care
For a mother and father who have always been there
It's only when you experience sadness and strife
That it comes in a flash the real meaning of life
Because when you are troubled and in the depths of despair
You suddenly find its mum and dad who are there
Picking up the pieces putting your life back together
Coming to your aid in all kinds of weather
We don't often say it and there's no doubt that we should
Thank you we love you were coming out of the wood