I was thinking about our ancestors. All of them. The cultures and the sacrifices made for the good of the next to come. And who we are now. What we will leave behind. My dreams Turned into fiery butterflies Colorful pin points of light Dancing free among stars Until a strong wind came And blew…
<a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/7069313/?claim=2z6burtxg7y”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a> Written by Simon and Hastywords Falling inside raindrops made of glass Wordless laments land and shatter On silent sidewalks paying no mind To the broken edges that they scatter Unheard cries and oft ignored entreaties Silence is all that is returned Screaming out into the heartless void…
Sorry this took me so long Jenny. Thank you for writing with me! Written by Jenny Katherine Luu and Hastywords Her slippers weren’t made of glass They were faded with stringy holes Her dresses were made and simply sewn From the remnants of old flour sacks With much love and motherly care Two things her…
WRITTEN BY SERINS AND HASTYWORDS Broken twigs liter my kingdom’s ground Reminders of all the storms that came ‘round I wonder if you remember the beginning The days before we both started spinning There was a point where we both woke up Lighting matches to celebrate our break up These are the things we lost…
Please take some time to visit C. Burks. Thank you for your endless patience! Written by C.Burks and Hastywords Her knuckles were gnarled Much like that of an aging pine And her whispers whistled With a hollow breezy whine With missing patches of bark Resembling the scars of life Tell the tale of an unbroken…
Please check out this super patient blogger, Tony Roberts, who does indeed have a way with words. Written by Tony Roberts and Hastywords I keep tripping over words Scattered upon the floor Words left screaming As you walked out the door You kept on walking. Walking. I was left with a mess of scattered words.…
Written by Christopher Rupley and Hastywords This night feels so angry and uptight, with air almost too dense to breathe and the stars seem much more distant as I stand pondering my new reality The salty moisture in the air invades the pores of my flesh, taunting me, showing me simple yet consistent pain,…
