I am an anxiety driven over-analyzer. With a mind full of rainbows and devils, I began giving my thoughts a way out of my head by starting this blog. Writing poetry helps me gain perspective and purge my soul by putting my tears and laughter into words!
Writing began as therapy for my depression. Poetry, specifically, was a way to get an active and anxious mind to focus. Describing my emotions with as few words as possible has changed me in many positive ways.
When I am not writing I enjoy giving other blogger’s a voice here. We all have a voice and it makes me happy when people use it. This blog and the people who reside within its domain are all a part of me… I hope you find something you can relate to and I hope you stay and join in some conversation.
I am the author of two poetry books that can be found on Amazon. Some links are Affiliate Links.
Darker Side of Night is modern day poetry from the shadowy corners of an overactive imagination. Whether we embrace the night or we fear it, one thing is for certain: almost anything can be hiding in the dark. Take a peek at what is hiding in wait.
Depression’s Dance is about Hasty’s dance with depression complete with the moments of desperation as well as the moments of hope. Depression has a way of sneaking into your life and before you know it you are caught in a dance you can’t cut away from.
I have been lucky enough to be one of the cover artists for the author Helena Hann-Basquiatt. You can find the covers and her books on amazon by clicking on the photos below.
I was most recently the cover model (what? I think I look beautiful) and artist for JESSICA an amazing collaborative project you can purchase by clicking on the picture below.
I have also contributed to Laura A Lord’s book Perjury.
by: HastyWords, December 2012
I look in the mirror, at reflections
Staring into eyes, looking into eyes
Searching for something, anything
The source for why this image cries
I lay in my breath, holding onto it
Seeking the air, questioning the air
Needing new breath, new life
The staleness of my own I cannot bare
I rest my hand on my heart, and cry
It sings to a restless depressing beat
I sit and listen to its story unfold
I try to understand the rhythm it speaks
I search my brain, get lost in thoughts
Over-analyze, over-think, beliefs in my head
My very worst quality, the life in my mind
The best I can do is tuck the truth in and put it to bed
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