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…
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
If we are lucky we find someone who can not only weather our storm but helps us survive them There is an impending storm Bitten lips bleed from refrain Sighs escape building a form Rigid hips can barely maintain Please don’t let me blow away Inside old historical nonsense Anchor me inside your sway Be…
Anxiety feels like A polarized heart With a disorganized beat Tearing your insides apart Looking for a solution Inside a wired mess Of irrational pollution Buzzing electricity Of an adrenaline high As it reaches full toxicity Painfully tense muscles In a constant and rigid flex Making calm breath a struggle Anxiety feels like Emotional electrocution
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