All the things I thought I knew I knew would someday collapse Someday collapse and bury me Bury me underneath its facts All the things I thought I knew I knew I’d someday regret Someday regret the knowledge The knowledge I wish you’d kept All the things I thought I knew I knew…
The guitar strums The rhythm slow Carrying us On musical bubbles Through night’s sky Shaded purple haze Dotted starry life A foreign journey To dreams uncharted I like how you move You step into me Stare into my eyes Do you like them? I hope so All they see is you Jumping clouds Fresh air filling lungs…
This was how I felt 4 months ago. So much can change so quickly. We lose ourselves and find ourselves over and over again. Hold tight… Don’t let go… Stay and fight… The lyrics I’ve already heard a thousand times are set on repeat The same sentiments over and over, camped out, taking a seat…
I don’t care what you think Actually, I really kind of do I could be crazy, could be sane My ideas might seem wrong Or maybe more clever than smart But I’m naked in front of you This is the real me, not a fantasy I don’t have a beautiful body And my face is…
Do you ever feel like you have a million things to say to a hundred different people but you don’t because you are afraid they won’t hear you? They won’t care? They won’t understand? We are becoming words on a screen. Body language is being left out. I can say I need help but you…
I hate someone. I am not proud of it. Hate is like a tick I can’t get rid of. I don’t enjoy the feeling and I don’t like its all consuming nature. I have tried forgiving this person I hate for her careless judgements and her senseless attacks but it’s hard. It is hard because…
Our relationship wouldn’t last long I could see the end before it even began I knew that truth even as I held out my hand Your eyes were speaking volumes Damaged they said Handle with care they said Your words carefully guarded Small hesitant snippets here Carefully thought out sentiments there You need my help,…
On the 18th of November I will be starting a new series on relationships. I have some amazing, AMAZING pieces so far and I can’t wait to share them with you. If you have a piece you would like to contribute you can submit it by email to hastywords@gmail.com . You may send anonymously if…
I’m inside four walls Locked and bolted Cemented inside Echoes from without Beg to get within As I lay on my back Pondering what’s been And focusing on how I’ll begin yet again Locked and bolted Inside these four walls
You can’t save me Because you say I will destroy you You won’t try to Because you say I’m a slippery slope My eyes wrap around my wrists again Handcuffed to you; a prisoner again Screams sharpen my every night Crawling from hollow sentiments Into your many complicated lies again I will destroy you If…
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