Biography of Adalie Hettie
I was born and raised in Baton Rouge, LA. A few of my hobbies are photography(not professionally) , drawing, painting and poetry. I enjoy traveling and being open to learn new things. I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge. I like free spirits, hate labels. So, hello to all and I'm very happy to be here on this site. I look forward to reading others work and hope to make some new friends that I can share the love of poetry with.
Adalie Hettie Poems
The Hate That I Hate
I hate the hate that resides in me now I hate the hate that is so heavy it weighs me down I hate the hate that keeps my emotions tightly wound
To Thine Own Self Be True?
To Thine Own Self Be True? I wonder if the lips that first released this really knew It’s discerning to stand in the light transformed
By His Hand
Something tugs at my heart when I hear your song For me it’s no more pretending, let it be known I understand that you’ve been calling and I’ve wandered too far Many mirrors were placed before me and yet the reflection I still ignored
What could I write with a pen in hand? My mind wants to wander, but my feet have not been. Can the page be a place to reveal my picture? A snap shot of thoughts orbiting vivid and clear.
Sleeping with my eyes wide open Head bent low, now steadily walking Inside this frame, sits a wistful daze And many moments lost, but not forgotten
I won’t let you down Like so many times before Take it, my word if it’s worth it There is nothing here between us
Awareness was ripped from my conscious and thrust upon me. Awakening- It’s a blanket that covers my existence like the blackness covers the sea. Paralyzing-
Mellow mood Shoulders slouched Feet planted Borrowing time the brain has granted. Behind every corner, the Prickling Light,
I alone, made the wrong choices I alone, didn’t listen to those inner voices I alone, went right when I should have went left I alone, laid there and wept
I trusted myself with you completely. It’s still there, the burn- When I think of you it becomes heated. I think of how you deceived me,
A place to let my mind wander My thoughts flow freely My body moves toward the trees Listening to the autumn songs
Spirit Of Fear
I will keep this vessel shielded; no blood will be shed from your sharp tipped spear. I’ve been running through my ages, blindly dodging despair. True to me are treacherous thoughts that continually wander back there.
She sings about the struggle It surrounds her, absorbs her Like the color purple She’s tired of thinking
Come And Go
This time it’s too late The permanent markings are taking shape I know it in my soul; I know it’s too late
If you could see me in death what would you say?
Was your life's devotions played out in vain?
I see your disappointment in the box where you lay.
I understand your pain from the picture that you portray
To the body that is laid so stiff and straight
A picture of my former self, the reflection is mine
A reflection of me.