When you are dead You don’t care That blemish Just a blemish Your weight Just a number The gossip Just stories The haters Just puppets When you are dead The dreams Are just movies The hopes Just a waste of time The work Just distraction When you are dead If you could wish And you…
Steps They are important They carry you From point A To point B From the start To the end From danger To safety From pain To…. Steps They are important But they can’t Rid your heart Of the pain That stays Always
Beginnings are sneaky You can avoid them But the chaos finds ways To wrap them up Disguising them in nerves And butterflies And swimming thoughts Lacing them in hopes And icing them with dreams But underneath everything They hide nasty secrets Covered so cleverly In sparkles and glitter Ribbons and bows It is hard to…
If we were vines I would wrap around you And I would strengthen you You would grow higher More sturdy and sure And you would bloom And I would bloom Together We would bloom But as most vines do You would also be free To branch out And see what there is Of a world…
Fat bullets stand aimed and ready To pierce holes in dissenting viewpoints Marching in a depressed state of silence And cut down by the hopeless rhetoric The core of humanity will become restless It will chime in chorus over rooftops And cough up the poisonous ideologies The phlegm made up of failed policies and The…
Sand falls from the sky Scouring the oxygen and Melting under the heat Of the far too bright sun The grit scrubs our faces Until we are sinewy Muscled skeletons Turning our bones Into prisms of glass One false step and we fall Covering the ground In colorful shards of Reflective mirrors Until the world…
Written by: Hastywords And this is my blog 🙂 We look for love Inside lines And rows Of prose And poetry It speaks Beautifully Fluently In many languages Sometimes lyrical And often in rhyme Eloquent words Strung passionately Across the wires Caressing the heart Feeding the soul But it’s only fuel The match waiting To…
Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
Her eyes flew open And black fear Sprang to life and jumped From her pupils Adrenaline pumped Fast and hard Into every breathing cell Supercharging them Killing some with demands Animating her still body Into a pliable marionette She threw off the covers Texted her boss an apology And high-tailed her arse Adrenaline still pumping…
. I could write a million words. Pick up my pen every single day. Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time. And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
