Originally posted on jlindsey88's Blog:
Filtered. Disguised. Hidden. I feel like a lot of us spend our lives presenting a certain “portrait” of ourselves to the world. We portray only certain parts of us to those around us. We hide the struggles in our lives and do not open up about the less than…
BECAUSE I UNDERSTAND THIS
I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today. In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman. In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one. Kristina is important to me. She is important to my family. Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I…
I am happy to have Helena Hann-Basquiat, my favorite story weaver, guest blog here today. Using 14 words Helena has created14 different variations of this love poem. Please be sure to visit her blog here and show her some fan love. WRITTEN BY HELENA HANN-BASQUIAT my bed (was never California never was) my bed …
THIS GIRL CAPTURED MY HEART AND SOUL A LONG TIME AGO!
Originally posted on The SisterWives:
? I have a propensity for following bloggers who make me think and feel as much as they make me laugh. This isn’t an easy combo, as most of you know. It takes a willingness to be vulnerable, the courage to be honest, and the ability to make typed words drip with…
The Sisterwives are looking for submissions to guest post on their site. Do you have a story or a poem you want to share? One of triumph, survival, abuse, love, hope, inspiration or motivation? If you would like to submit something all you need is the story, bio, a picture to accompany the post, and…
Originally posted on polysyllabic profundities:
In the wee hours of the morning, her visits often happen then, the charge in the air is palpable and sleep is still in my head. Her message hangs heavily in the air, the words are always the same. “Two kisses I will give you, to help get you through…
Originally posted on Ranting Crow:
Picture by Hastywords Hasty Words! Hasty words found in tranquil space Speak of true emotions Rivers of tears they have cried those pretty eyes Unaware of my weakness she glares at me with her baby blues THUMB x THUMB breath breathe in and out in The black and blue drawing…
Originally posted on RED GLADIOLA:
A child with a gloomy disposition Said to me with some contrition, “I find the sunlight much too bright, It tells me problems can be simply set right. Though I’ve prayed for a many a day, Not one deity, have I swayed.” When company came, she hid in dark places…
HASTYWORDS 