The orange furnace Becomes but embers Upon its final breath The charred trunks Stand tall and dark And it’s quiet… As if completely Exhausted and worn From a battle It could not fight Energy burned off Damaged and broken Nothing is welcome In this sad place Silently standing And waiting… For the sun to shine…
You judge me And that’s ok You whisper And gossip And wonder And consume Time and time and time With innuendos And beliefs That hold no truth You listen to him And to her and her Make assumptions And create your own stories You never consider They could be lies You never ask or inquire…
Like a flame dancing I am mesmerized By your force Eyes flickering With secrets I’m obsessed To uncover Seeking the orange fire For narratives That spark my imagination Searching the amber glow Attracted to tales That call out all my fears Your heat igniting Feelings of calm The comfort of home A burning desire I…
He always seems to sense when my world gets to be too much for me to handle and he is the first to offer help. I love you TD and thank you again…and again…and again.
Written by Yuriy Ku (Drop) and Hastywords Two forms, nondescript Flowing free, shadows Set aglow by the morning sun Two molecules, awoken – Anatomies in breeze Drifting to the destination nest Quintessential bonds, perfect In their primordial being Spurned for their simplicity. They percolate through Barriers and obstacles In this chaotic cruise Conferring their sentience…
HASTYWORDS 