Time came from shadows And dreams Swirled like magical clouds From my pillow Here I am he said Turn into me again The fog drifted into sheets Emotional feats Summersaulted into beats Inside my chest Here I am he said Turn into me again Darkness fell like drapes And angels Wore fishnets spun with despair…
Her heart the masterpiece on display As they fidget and fondle and weigh Too busy determining her value The depths to which she will sway It was Adam the first time around She wasn’t worth his sacred ground Cavorting with thieves and harlots She found simplicity to be profound Too many smiles litter the floor…
I love this story about the flexibility of the human spirit. It’s much more than that though. It’s about making choices. It’s about choosing to continue the cycle of abuse, or choosing instead to become a champion for love. A lot of people raised with violence commit violent crimes themselves. They often end up going…
Some stories get told and they can’t find rest inside your soul. The stories fight like ghosts trying to find a way out. Well… This week I read two stories that have left a huge battalion of ghostly visions inside my mind and writing is my way of making sense of it. The stories are hard…
Is it? So hard to believe Your voice Sounds like a song Floating on notes I never want to end Is it? So hard to believe I watch the sun set So I can see you Painting the night With racing comets And faraway stars Is it? So hard to believe That your breath Stills…
Earth dropped away from feet long gone No more structure or truth to rely on I knocked on the doors of a million stars Begging them to let me in To light my path, give me a place to begin But then the stars fell away into a dark sea And tidal waves of gravity…
I search for Solitude By drowning My noisy mind Under mild Shallow currents Of bubbling stars Fingertips writing Useless Over and over again Into the soapy Thick filmy residues Magnetized to skin Inefficient tides Trying to soothe My worries away Impractical lines Being drawn And then Being erased In this pleasant Bath I made Thank…
I felt lost for awhile In your stories The words you wrote Then I wrote some And then we wrote some And then the world Began writing around us I got sidetracked Dreaming of things Thinking of lives Pondering events But reality stands waiting Impatiently sometimes For me to wake up I was gone…
I could feel myself Getting tangled up Mind wandering Exploring aimless The possibilities Of a new life Escaping reality To look for you I avert my eyes From the truth Relying instead On an imagined World rotating Endlessly Inside my head ~Hastywords 01/20/14
Black whispers Settle like dust A mystery Ebony noir Born upon Needy tongues The truth Concealed Hidden within Painted shadows Deception Carefully applied To a canvas Using only The pigments Of a lie ~Hastywords 01/14/14
