Biography of Naomi Hartnell
All my poems are written based on life experiences and generally have deep emotional content. I have had various problems with depression and anxiety and find writing poetry as a form of release. If just one person can relate to my poetry it will give me great satisfaction. I would appreciate any feedback as this will inspire me more.What i would like to gain from my poetry, is to publish my work and highlight how mental health problems, such as depression and anxiety can come on in absolutely anyone's lives unexpectedly at any time and hopefully loose the stigma attached to this increasing problem.
Naomi Hartnell's Works:
i have a couple of poems published in poetry anthologies.
Naomi Hartnell Poems
How gracefully you move. Lost so alone, wandering the twisted tracks of your, discontented mind.
You are my weakness, you show me no grace, eroding my sanity! Wiping that look of my face.
Dark Void Within
This dark void that's slowly burring me, does not bear no name, I know nothing of why i am
As Mine To You
You leave me lying here, Lost in your last words to me. I can not settle or rest, picturing the way you looked at me so angrily.
A Sanctum For Despair
The orb of the night lights her murky trail, illuminates her bloodless skin, crimson lips, tear stained veil.
Bound inside these walls of pain no one to turn to unable to say.
Entwined our love from deep within, emotions we both do share. I pine your love, and want you so,
It draws you in, and off you it feeds. You pity yourself without it, you think it's all you need.
Face In The Window
On my own, seems forever. The only conversation, comes from within my head.
Enclosed inside, I feel your warmth. Our bodies entwined, entangled limbs torte.
Open your half devoured heart, and feed off me what you crave. Consume me of all my goodness. To your every desire make me slave.
Only Sleep Numbs My Pain
Glass eyed, destistute stares, savagely consumed by this empty space. I cry pleading to the hollowness of,
Although i try to contain, these visions still prodrude, left on me like a stain, consume me like i'm their food.
Like a hurricane, In your soul, Knocking your emotions, In a turmoil.
Only Sleep Numbs My Pain
savagely consumed by this empty space.
I cry pleading to the hollowness of,
these four bleak walls,
but i do not hear, nor see another living soul,
only the reflection of my despairing face.
I question my exsistence,