Originally posted on Mad Tea Party in My Head:
So I’ve been working on a piece to follow up The Day I Died posted on Hasty Words site this week. I like writing around a poem that tries to display what I’m feeling as sometimes it displays it better than describing what happened. This piece…
I don’t believe in new beginnings. We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time. We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die. Have you ever been told that you need to just get over…
Fading pictures Filled with ghosts Cracks Over faces Folding shadows Erasing time I can’t remember The hunger How it felt Or the pain How it hurt The faces smiling With eyes Full Of broken glass Shanks Sharpened And waiting For my future self To reminisce Before going in For the kill
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…
Originally posted on Nicole Lyons :
I have been following Hastywords’ blog and Facebook page for quite some time now and I am completely in awe of her honesty, sincerity, and compassion. She is a beautiful person inside and out. Hastywords is beyond talented and writes with such courage and a soul stirring voice. She opens her heart and…
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…
Today is the last day of March and I going to start wrapping up the bully series in the next few days. I truly hope something good has come from so many voices coming together in the spirit of kindness and love. My guest today has a powerful post for you and I would like…
On March 20th bloggers from all over the world will be blogging under the topic BUILDING FROM BULLYING with the hashtag #1000Speak. We as a community understand the damage that occurs to both those who are bullied and the bully themselves and we want to make a difference. OUR WORDS MATTER! We share our experiences…
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