I NEED TO DO BETTER

I don’t feel like I am a negative person. Do I get weighed down sometimes in all the shit I read and witness? Yes. Do I let it keep me from trying to do good? No. Do I try to stay positive even when the depths of Hell raise up and try to devour us…

BROKEN CONCENTRATION

  My words get drawn Letter by letter And by the time they are spoken They are nearly all faded As transparent as invisible ink Passed over and overlooked Not important Or too insignificant The power put into them Stolen By passing parades Negligent attention spans And broken concentration

PURSUIT

I was that bird You saw flying Working hard Against wind I didn’t stop Not once Even though I was very tired I followed you Until you stopped And then I was that bird You saw sitting Outside your window And I stayed there As you slept And when you woke I sang to you…

COMPASSION FOR A MAN’S INNER LIFE

More and more men are taking up blogging as a means to release thoughts they are all too often bottling up. Please welcome my guest blogger today, Mr. Modigliani as he gives us a glimpse into a man’s inner life. I have come to know several men who are letting their more sensitive and passionate…

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…

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…

I’M A BLEEDER

You get a bit of stream of consciousness today because I can’t bring these thoughts together into anything of worth. This isn’t a plea for anything…just a need to let my thoughts free. I am not a writer. I am an emotional person who feels deeply and yearns for connection. I string words together well…

YOU SPOKE

I ran across a blogger who writes poetry and expresses himself in much the same way that I do. He uses pictures of himself to further the image he is portraying in his words just like I do and it comforts me and makes me feel less alone knowing that someone else gets it. I…