It feels so strange To love so much I crave the intimate feeling But fear its emotional touch You say you love me That you are mine But I make up new lines Re-framing your words Inside my mind I make up dialogue, create new context Sending my mind into perpetual loops I try so…
You get a bit of stream of consciousness today because I can’t bring these thoughts together into anything of worth. This isn’t a plea for anything…just a need to let my thoughts free. I am not a writer. I am an emotional person who feels deeply and yearns for connection. I string words together well…
WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing…
Written by Charles “Gray Poet” Townsend and Hastywords I sat in the middle of the trees A circle laid out in front of me A noose of sorts, fibers strong Tied perfect like he taught me Why he taught me, I know not But it calls out to me its allure Will he approve…
WRITTEN BY JSTEWART413 AND HASTYWORDS I got swept up Sidetracked Up smacked By inevitability Wind chimed With rhymes Sending me On a reverie Lost track of time Behind feelings As I drifted Floated away Blindsided Without a care Through space Through time A whirlwind Sending me Into tailspins A wondrous ride A carefree world…
FINAL 31 DAYS OF HORROR SUNDAY LINKUP Thank you to EVERYONE who wrote or read this month! GRAVE CHOICE SYMPHONY OF THE DAMNED NUMBER ONE CRUSH WITCH HUNTER THE LADY OF PORTHCAWL A VERY JESSICA HALLOWEEN BEHOLD A WHITE HORSE and finally JESSICA If you had been reading along you would have read the…
Check out this wonderful new duet partner by clicking on his name under the picture! WRITTEN BY FRANZ PIERRE-LOUIS AND HASTYWORDS I’ve counted the days turning into years I have to sleep without you next to me And inside the quiet stillness of the night My dreams craft my own make believe A…
Written by James Sanders and HastyWords Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground And the sun… Well… It strains to find purchase inside this compound Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems I…
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