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…
Weakness crashes like fog All around me, following Outlines that look too much Like pains I took time to hide Sadness from yesterday Bleeding into the rainbows I made the effort to paint on walls That will just be covered Like graffiti on another day Slumbering inside myself Holding words too heavy To carry to…
I sit listening to my tears Like rainfall adding to a flood I sit visiting them Wading through them Listening to each one of them Stories of heartache and truth Some brought to life by despair Some cry of loneliness Betrayal, bitterness, and anger Still others jealousy Love found then lost They gather unashamed In pools of wistfulness Each…
Brain in a straightjacket Muzzled and bound Static filled silence Absorbing the sound Re-uptake inhibitors Selecting serotonin Gagging the ruminating Inessential problem solving Doubting, worrying, obsessing Disarming a warning system Installed imperfectly Disengaging from warfare And any poisonous thoughts Used and appropriated By an amygdala born turncoat My brain locked In its own psych ward…
The dark keeps finding me The harder I try to run away The darker it gets; intensely The darkness surrounds me No hands can be seen, reaching No shoulders to hug, embracing Voices get lost, aimless echoes And silence sits across from me I can feel it killing me, tonight Suffocating me inside its deep…
This one is for my friend Sarah Fader I can see it you know Black beginning to yawn At the edges of your smile The gloom that curls up Inside your distant eyes The universe ticking by Like a doomsday clock I recognize it you know The darkness that crawls Into your mood at night…
Punk Rock Papa sent me some poetry yesterday. I am sure this one will resonate with everyone! I love getting poetry 🙂 PACING DARK by Briton Underwood I find my mind most at work when it should be shutting down Sleep. You need it It doesn’t listen. In fact, it never listens As I race…
I keep visiting worn out places Discarded memories scorched Revisiting all the same spaces I long ago thought I’d torched Wrap me inside your arms Stark colors spin too fast Burning tattooed flesh Comic strip stories from the past I can’t seem to refresh Keep me from dying inside I want to be somebody new…
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…
Rows and rows of broken hearts Laid to waste in a garden of stones Flowers disguise the nature of sadness That torture the hearts of the compost remains Crowing birds hide the sounds Of their aching pains Moans from sorrow’s catacombs Like a symphonic maze they echo From the deepest down below Departing from this…
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