SOWING MERCY

I dreamed I was on another planet. It was dark with several moons lighting up the sky. I was wearing a summer dress and planting a large garden. I carried the seeds in one large pocket in the front. I was barefoot and the soil was refreshingly soft and cool. I was happy planting these…

MY FINAL BREATH

There is a field filled with small summer flowers. They feel soft beneath my bare feet. At first it’s all I notice. Color being crushed beneath my toes. Resilient little flowers. Not left bent and broken but springing back to life in my wake. Then sound. A rushing. Like a waterfall. A large, fast river…

WE ARE GOLD

So often I think about how connected we should all be. Not like the The Borg in Star Trek with it’s hive mind or anything but maybe more like a hive soul. It feels like when we let one child down we are letting all of humanity down. When we turn away a person in…

CREATING DESTINY

I had so many Simple dreams Like rivers Flowing endless Through my veins I had no reason To believe in them Or to deconstruct Their every seam But I caved Into a senseless Desperate yearning These ambitions Were much more Than imagining So indulgent Where these desires I’d dwell on them On every daydream In…

IMAGINARY ROMANCE

I slept alone but I felt you The vivid image of you Smiling across my eyelids The beauty of your eyes The only thing haunting me   Dreaming of our time together Holding tight to make believe My imagination is all there is Of a romance I created Fiction at its best, a novel erotic…

#BeReal – DAVE CENKER

Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Dave Cenker.     It started with a simple message. Would you consider writing for me? Just six words. I never expected such a simple request to unravel me on the inside. Truth be told, it was those last two words that really hit an emotional chord for me,…

CREATING STRONG KNOTS

Written by Charles “Gray Poet” Townsend  and Hastywords   I sat in the middle of the trees A circle laid out in front of me A noose of sorts, fibers strong Tied perfect like he taught me Why he taught me, I know not But it calls out to me its allure Will he approve…

BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

  Written by James Sanders and HastyWords Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground And the sun… Well… It strains to find purchase inside this compound   Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems I…