hegira to nowhere

hegira to nowhere

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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08/2013

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this walk away from 
all I thought I knew
is getting easier 
with every swallow

this stroll through 
concrete fields of neon
replaces the energy 
of an ashen backdrop

I've become a trace 
of who I used to be
coming back around 
to me, the life
I'd lost to 
the black and white 
of my pointillism 

what a beautiful spectra 
this fauvism of my perception

only every once in a while
does your memory spill 
over my slurred state
but it is nothing another 
shot to the head won't kill


© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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Oh I felt here in a dream, smokey, and dreamy! it felt like your perception changed into a utopic place, where art, and words roll out, of your chest... Your ending is so poignant.... you really touch me with your writing buddy... it has always so much pathos in it, so so much! beautiful penning xx

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joshua deathdealer

10 Years Ago

Thank you! I knew you'd like it. You always connect with my writing as I with yours. xx

10 Years Ago

I do, I do... oh! you're brilliant truly! :D xx



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Oh I felt here in a dream, smokey, and dreamy! it felt like your perception changed into a utopic place, where art, and words roll out, of your chest... Your ending is so poignant.... you really touch me with your writing buddy... it has always so much pathos in it, so so much! beautiful penning xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

10 Years Ago

Thank you! I knew you'd like it. You always connect with my writing as I with yours. xx

10 Years Ago

I do, I do... oh! you're brilliant truly! :D xx
only every once in a while
does your memory spill
over my slurred state
but it is nothing another
shot to the head won't kill

WICKED....I loved how you ended this with a BANG!

what a beautiful spectra
this fauvism of my perception

blurred vision...a drunken perception....it makes reality a little easier to deal with I guess.

however; it does not help us face the ghosts of tomorrow.

I love the imagery...beautiful...but I'm still floored by the ending. Ouch.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ohhh....you know....how many times do we die in the process of love...only sometimes it is hard to get back up ;) As always hon, damn cool! xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Trying to get over a lost love? The vivid colors of memory are often not a realistic impression of what once was. We tend to remember the good times...perhaps that is a defense mechanism. Great metaphor. The introspection is superb. Lydi**

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Metaphorically strong as an ox, self help by self destruction, we all do it. I guess thats what they mean by fighting fire with fire. excellent poetry in here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 24, 2013
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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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