Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro

Joined April 2021

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Boysenberry
“Baseball bat,” Billy bellows. Begrudgingly, Barbara buries burdens: “Be back, books” Basic boy beanie bestowed. Barreling boredom bound, Barbara's blessed,
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
A Quiet Roar
Everything's always screaming Often with no reason Yet we also live in quiet What a riot, Welcoming in a new season.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Feigning Happiness
We all want what's already taken, Thought by now we'd see the pain in the making. We can't appreciate what we have, It's enough to drive a goddess mad.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Watching Another's
The women entrust the care of their children to another, So they can watch the child of a different mother. For doing this swap, they get money,
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Stingy Old Man
There's an old man Who steals what he can While the others work He behaves like a jerk Of him, there is nary a fan.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Greedy Hearts
Spending more on excess to throw it out, Others starving, wondering what this is about. Greed enveloping our minds and hearts,
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Life in Our Minutes
In our dreams, we see those that mean the most to us, Some see them often, those who are the luckiest. Days filled with mundane strangers,
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Benny Gets His Pets
Sigh. Benny? I can't keep up this ruse any longer; I can't continue to sit by and act content while you complain about the same old problems about which you never do anything to solve. I can't let you temporarily alleviate the stress by binging on Cracker Jacks and Modern Family anymore.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
The Show
Lights fade, chills arrive Now I start to feel alive. Course through me for now
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Reporting for Duty
Clock in each morning Evenings I clock in to life The clock keeps ticking
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
At Home
The year matters not. I'm at home in your presence. You live in my heart.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Holding Hands
Time has marched on. I Have grown. But we are the same. We're on our own time.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets