The shoes were thin and worn The day was windy and rainy The voices demanded volume And the faces… they were blurry They don’t care. They don’t care. They don’t care. They don’t care. And the tears don’t matter They’ve just made it harder Can’t breathe underwater And the blood doesn’t matter It’s just wet…
The days are too short The minutes too few I wasted so many already On hurt feelings On tears of surrender On disliking myself On anger and frustration On wishes and hopes On sleep… on avoidance On escapism and heartache Precious golden seconds Carelessly spent On too many of the wrong Small things And not…
The noon sun peaks around clouds And paints my wrinkled face softly As I sit on a tractor in the middle of a field Engine off, the wind questions me in whispers This morning was hard I softly mumble But the wind carried my words away Dried mud clings like armor to my skin The…
I believed for awhile The monster cried That it was as alone And broken inside But tears never fell Life never called And death just Stood alone No monster Just me
I sit most of my day Looking at you I’m dependent on you The only person That cares about you You hold so much info I’d be totally lost Completely confused Up a muddy creek If anything happened To the intelligence You possess You hold the lock And I literally Hold the key
I feel the glass under my feet Sharp and cutting deeper With every step forward I take I feel the sticky cling to my soul And the burn begin to compete With all the lies I once believed Move over sweet grim reaper I’m not losing myself just yet I refuse to bleed out Over…
It has been awhile since I have written a duet with anyone. Thank you Byron Hamel for making this one amazing. She smiles down Her warmth unseen But undeniable Her wings Gust softly Turn the world She is the artist Sculptor Raising mountains Painter Coloring the sea Rejoicing She descends To further gift This beautiful…
Written by Edward Hotspur and Hastywords It pains me to see that look Unfolding behind your eyes Desire for someone else Fueling a passion full of lies It hurts for me to see you stare And smile so blissfully At someone across the room When you’re sitting next to me It’s not just your choice…
I originally posted this poem on facebook. Did you know I have a facebook page? Sometimes I will post poetry straight to the page and I love it when people comment with their own stanzas or lines in return. Every now and then they make it here along with the comments like today! MY FACEBOOK PAGE…
Lindsay sent me a verse over a week ago out of the blue and this happened. NOT YOURS by Lindsay and Hastywords Target Is who I am not For your torment and abuse Slander and Lies Have sucked me dry Every mirror reflects black Since I let you into my head Darkened by your moods…
HASTYWORDS 