So This Old Toad took one of my poems and made it better! It’s like a song…his added words are grey! Written by ThisOldToad and HastyWords So…I love you And I love you I say it a lot Yes…Sweetie you do Too much Not at all Like you might forget Never, ever I bet In…
Written by The Reclining Gentleman and HastyWords I can hear your voice In each word typed I can see your face In each space laid You hold my breath Inside phrases Linger on speech Stroking keys The rhythmic taps Of your fingers Are like footsteps As you guide me deeper Along the shadowy…
Written by Tryst and HastyWords After the tide Pulls away from the beach I am yearning for you You are out of reach I spent my life reaching But each time I falter Something happens And you are even farther After many words exchanged You are slipping away Looking to the sky What…
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This Piece is dedicated to my wonderful friend, a rare and beautiful soul… she is a reason to believe that there are true and wonderful people in the world… Our friendship could not have been forced, or faked, or created any other way… except the way that it did……
This was written as a duet between a male and a female and is dedicated to Mr. Pouring My Art Out’s wife! So here is to you Mrs. Pouring My Art Out! Written by Pouring My Art Out and HastyWords Run after me don’t let me go With each step…I run faster Farther away from…
Written by A Shade Of Pen and HastyWords In one well-conceived moment The bottom fell out from under me And like a bucket of marbles I plunged like a million different spheres I tried to hold on to the last straw And yet hopelessly I tumbled down Can this fall be a new start Of…
Written by Think.Speak.Tryst and HastyWords I watched you walk Into the darkness of the room You were dressed in black velvet Cloaked head to toe I knew you came to play But your game, I do not know Hidden within the quiet I looked for you in desperate earnest The velvet of your…
Written by Jack Pettinato and HastyWords In a forgotten part of town Three weathered men, Brothers by circumstance Rather than blood, Warm their hands over an open fire Faces worn with experience Sorrows covered in stubble The colors of their eyes stolen And their tears long ago bled dry Standing side by side by…
Learning to live free goes hand in hand with learning to let go. I believe life is a balance and you need to know when to stay and fight and when to let something/someone go. I sat in my car and realized I was staring at this tree, part of it was green with leaves…
Thank you Shruti for being such a beautiful friend in my life. Good friends are hard to come by. Sometimes friendship takes more strength than some people can muster. I tend to wonder what kind of friend I am when so many can just….walk away and never look back? Build solid friendships with a foundation…
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