Isaac Haldeman

Joined April 2021

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Bio

NYC

I try and try.

I enjoy stories and attempting to tell them.

I’m a rich father before I am a poor artist.

@isaachaldeman

Stories (39/0)

She catches me…
“What?” “You are easy to stare at.” “Oh thanks. Makes me feel wonderful.” “Like a sunset, or full moon.” “Oh” She smiles an almost embarrassed smile.
By Isaac Haldeman 4 months ago in Poets
Home Comfort
as I enter I feel I’m home escaping vagabondism, begins with dome is that too much maybe but aiming for clarity is clutch
By Isaac Haldeman 5 months ago in Poets
Even The Fool
when expression is mistaken knowing can be forsaken toe taste in mouth breeds the insidious doubts it’s already been said in so many ways
By Isaac Haldeman 5 months ago in Poets
All the above
clean feet, socks freshly peeled toeing the separation of cushion and couch the call, that they are fed, bathed and asleep
By Isaac Haldeman 5 months ago in Poets
Mine
Present Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Io can still hear Axium's in her internal comms unit, and his screaming sobs were all she could hear from their last exchange. She has a record of all NCOMMs between Axium and her, from back to the FISU(Forward Inter Solar Unit) academy. He was in her first Ceribal Hacking Ethics course, and they became best friends instantly. Axium was kicked out of lectures on more than one occasion for pushing back on some of the professors' statements. He was the most harmonious source of contrast in her life.
By Isaac Haldeman 6 months ago in Fiction
Cry Two Wolves
How long have I howled at the moon? Forever? Feels like both always and hardly ever. Droughts, harvest ruined, and scorched ground.
By Isaac Haldeman 6 months ago in Poets
You Hate Me With Your Love
may i state to you a fact you ask if it’s ok but not before you act so i can no longer let you stay if it’s all just play
By Isaac Haldeman 7 months ago in Poets
Jealous of You
Staring at him, and evincing Hulk’s hue. Nope, not anger, I’m so damn jealous of that man next to you. That guy I supposedly am can’t be me.
By Isaac Haldeman 7 months ago in Poets
The Way We Move
Sound Speeds. Camera rolls. Everyone on their mark…and action! … How often have we, this woman and I, compared our time together to being in a movie?
By Isaac Haldeman 8 months ago in Fiction
Flatter Truth
stare are me tell me truths flattery never flies intentions exposed remove disguise dressed up words can close the distance
By Isaac Haldeman 10 months ago in Poets
Climb Down The Ladder.
Lost up in the maze. I don’t need any colored haze. My skull already contains the plug. Healthy supply cause my parents didn’t shrug.
By Isaac Haldeman 10 months ago in Poets
Rare Perfect Fit
A dragnet is how I see myself on occasion. Must make her the fisherman who pulled me in. Plucking my mesh fiber clean. Helping to remedy any emotional pollutants we may screen.
By Isaac Haldeman 10 months ago in Poets