Today’s #BeReal guest is Accidentally Reflective. So far we have had images of people to go along with each post but today our guest will remain anonymous. This does not make her any less real. Perhaps it allows her to be even more real. Hasty Words asked this question recently as part of her inspiring…
It comes and goes Like a river flows Over topography Volatile churning Erasing solid rock Yawning and tired Old and worn out Until it finds her Endless beauty Never changing Diving into air Lunging into life Eternal love So much so She feels like life
You’re are the reason I open my eyes Why I care at all About the sunrise You are the reason I go to bed at night In hopes I’ll dream You love me And We will be alright
I don’t know what it is like to be the mom of little boys. However, I am the mom of a little girl who is just now starting to notice little boys are a bit more than giant cooties running around. So right now this is how I see every little boy lol. Some see sadness Some…
I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel. The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes. WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood If these city streets could talk They’d speak about your late night walks And the…
Small, short breaths With each stretch Long careful strides Simple guidelines Just ignore sight And silence sound And heal the lines Broken by dots From here to there From him to her From her to him Where I won’t need The benefit of air Where I won’t need To hide my care Where my poetry Can catch fire And…
This is not my situation but it is the situation for many. Help stop abuse by listening with not only your ears but your eyes and your heart. If you only listen with your ears you are missing more than half of the story. You etch your love into me With a million tongues Made…
