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Bekah Halle Jun 29
I miss my best friend;
She brought adventure to my life
We hiked Machu Picchu and Kokoda,
Tasted dumplings at Holy Duck! in Kensington.
We were close for eight years:
Preempting needs - bringing her back coffee
after my morning walk around the Kirribilli shoreline.
But somewhere along the way
I lost myself in her
Love turned to hate
She didn't see me, need me anymore
And it became too late…
I miss her,
Well, the idea of her anyway.
Bekah Halle Jun 28
poetry has become my drug.
when did this happen?
what was once a source of healing,
now causes scorn.
three times of torture;
I write, re-rite and write again
but like an addiction,
it soon loses its thorn.
did anyone read it?
I check, re-check, triple-check.
do they like it?
will it 'trend'?
what was once my life source
I now mourn.
Bekah Halle Jun 28
As the world waits, expectantly,
For that unruly, invisible strain
Of fear to seep back from whence it came,
Or obliterated, vaccinated intelligently.
Bekah Halle Jun 26
Doubt, an insidious strain of
Forgetfulness, wrestling with the wonder of
Love.
Bekah Halle Jun 25
If miracles haven't happened yet...
Hold the tension,
Of the now and not yet.
Bekah Halle Jun 22
"What's your name?"
Rebekah Halle ***
"D.O.B?"
13 November 1XXX
"What are you here for today?:
Eye surgery
'Okay, you're going to feel a freeze go through your veins
and then start to feel very sleepy..."
.
I wake to....
Beep,
Beep, beep
Buzz the machines
Whee, whoosh, voodoo
Whirl goes the blood pressure
knock knock on the door
The nurses peer into check.
Silence, for a second,
Beep,
Beep, beep
.
And then…
Knock, knock, knock
"Your eyes are looking great,
I'll come back in the morning,"
Beep
Beep, Beep, Beep
I sleep...
.
And then…
Knock, knock, knock
“Do you want your dinner now?!”
Inquires the hospitality staff.
Darkness strangles light
Again nurses wheel in their trollies…
Volumous voices viscerate silence
All In
the hospital room.
Bekah Halle Jun 20
Standing alone in a clothes room,
Looking in the mirror directly.
Crying out on the inside;
I still haven’t found what I’m looking for!

Is it just me?
Or is it the world?
When will the mirror show completeness;
When will it show joy?
Standing alone in a world full of people,
But when will I find the second half?
Is it Your plan,
Or is it just for laughs?

Still haven’t found what I’m looking for!

In a city of rushing,
And everybody pushing
There's no stopping
To smell the roses,
We’re all glammed up,
Putting in the poses.

Still haven’t found what I’m looking for!

But as I quieten
The inner me,
That no one can see
No longer am I frightened,
I will just be.

Standing alone in a clothes room,
Admiringly
Satisfied with the journey
Releasing the bags of gloom.

What I've been looking for
Was here all along
You are what,
I've been looking for!
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