I don’t care what you think Actually, I really kind of do I could be crazy, could be sane My ideas might seem wrong Or maybe more clever than smart But I’m naked in front of you This is the real me, not a fantasy I don’t have a beautiful body And my face is…
Come see me over at Sisterwives Speak today! What starts out as a sweet and friendly waltz can become a tango before you realize the tempo has changed. When two people create beautiful things together… Magic happens… Until reality cuts in and says, “May I have this dance?” BEAUTY IN THE BEAST WE ALL SHINE ON…
I could feel myself Getting tangled up Mind wandering Exploring aimless The possibilities Of a new life Escaping reality To look for you I avert my eyes From the truth Relying instead On an imagined World rotating Endlessly Inside my head ~Hastywords 01/20/14
How come nobody told me The fucking edges are liquid There are no solid ledges No lingering to look down No safe place to rethink Because the edges are liquid Calming from a distance They ripple, roll and wave Eventually pulling you in Lulling you into a dream But once inside fantasy The edges…
Another duet with Toad. I love writing with Toad and discovering all the places we can go. Also, he has moved blog addresses so follow his new blog here! Written by Chris Jensen and HastyWords We attempt a dream of a fantasy throughout the inner child’s eye imaginativeness twinkle upon a wish we gleam. …
Written by PMAO and HastyWords ♥ Her stare unnerved me I’d seen her here before I wasn’t sure what she saw But her eyes were seeing me Her stare intrigued me It roamed my body like a caress I felt it move up and down Like cool fingertips Her stare warmed me…
Written by TwinDaddy and HastyWords The radiant sun burns brightly Perched on a clear blue sky Life-giving rays pierce the heavens Illuminating everything they embrace The double moons are seen climbing Side by side dancing within their orbits Lunar tides flirting along invisible lines Passionate in their grand gravitation We walk hand in hand Beholding…
Written by Tyroper and HastyWords Giants trod upon a grassy mound Where arteries engorge the sky Through pulsing fingers of pulp Urged by sandaled stomping feet Festival of Goliaths gather Chanting among leaves of color Shining both silver and gold Begging for the twilights of old Though gods throw them no coin,…
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