BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE COOL – TWINDADDY

He has a proper name but I will forever call him Twindaddy.  We wrote our first duet together in March of 2013 when he had the blog stuphblog. Since then we have written many more and have gotten to be good friends along the way. Twindaddy (Scott) knows, better than most of us, what it…

Hasty’s Dragon

I feel like Christmas came early and Lisa gave this beautiful gift. Her words have always been a light inside of my dark despite the darkness she herself fights. I am so very grateful for friends like her. She said something beautiful I never want to forget in her comments. She is more like a…

NONE GIVEN

If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace…

NO MATTER

  The house was so dark and quiet Not one voice was left to haunt her She put her bag on the counter Left the mail scattered and untouched Undressing as she walked along First her pants, then her silky blouse Leaving a trail throughout her house No matter… she said to herself The bathroom…

SLOW MOTION

SLOW MOTION by Hastywords Anxiety Infects her thoughts Holding her hostage Screening and erasing Her cries for help Fear Riddles her with angst Constantly chastising Rendering her helpless To its mindless chatter Irrationality Hijacks her emotions Running high speed Full throttled attack Beating her senseless Depression Sends in its battalion Of whispering ants Surrender this…

TRYING

I’ve been trying Head down Fingers nimble Quilting phrases Mind focused Turning my words Inside out Searching them Owning them Teaching them To be kinder More considerate More inspiring More motivational But they mock me Laughing until Their echoes Sound like screeching Fingernails Inside my head I want to give up I need to give…

UNCIVILIZED

WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing…

FINALITY

31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS)   Bruised Where the rope Roped to rafters Rafted into eternity Lines Like jagged railroad tracks Tracked her soft white skin Skinned her fleshy neck Left Like a beaten rag doll Dolled up with defeat Defeated by finality

DEATH

31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS) It always looked lonely Death Filled with nothingness No stars to light the black No moon to hang your hat No crickets to sing goodnight Just an empty vast void Of silence… Now it looks peaceful Death Filled with nothingness No voices inside my head No opinions…