Written by Alex Hicks and HastyWords I catch you looking at me A smile graces my face I am surprised at your notice As my mind begins to race I start to tremble As you walk my way My legs say to run and hide But my heart says to stay. A pleasant…
Written by The Reclining Gentleman and HastyWords I’m tired of swimming towards a destination Only to be told it’s in a different direction Floating only lasts so long before Hunger strikes and I must move on My limbs tired, my lungs empty My eyes trace the infinite horizon Searching for an oasis of stable,…
This girl is knock dead gorgeous and she doesn’t even realize it, which makes her even more beautiful. She has a gorgeous girlfriend and the two of them are really amazing together. I have mentioned several times I don’t have many girlfriends but I am blessed to say she is one of my closest. We…
Have you ever seen Young Frankenstein? If not you should, Gene Wilder and Marty Feldman are genius. Anyway, I am frustrated…and for some reason I thought of this scene. I am frustrated because I feel like Frankenstein sometimes. I guess maybe we all do. Like we were built wrong…well duh…none of us are perfect right? …
Daily Prompt: Live to Eat Some people eat to live, while others live to eat. What about you? How far would you travel for the best meal of your life? I certainly eat more than I need to live but I also don’t live to eat either! Food for me is like music…it makes life…
Another joint post! I had a hard time with this one because I felt like adding anything would take away from the beauty of his poem. Well so I guess this is two poems for the price of one! Hope you enjoy! by Brainsnorts and HastyWords. Curse the glass Of the clock, preventing me from…
There are some things I wonder if this blog can handle. I mean I committed to honesty and writing out my feelings no matter where they lead. There are some things though, considering the real world (my friends, my family…they do occasionally read what I write) I am not sure I am ready to handle:…
I am pretty stubborn and I am really good at making everything about me. I have been told I borrow emotion from people, but really I think it means I am a thief. “Oh…no…here comes that girl Hastywords…watch out she will steal your emotions!” Now that I know I have this super power I am…
I feel like my life has become a series of pictures. Instead of memories I have albums. My personality no longer matters… I am now judged on lighting, angle, contrast. If my pictures are interesting I must be interesting. Most of my blog pictures come from Instagram. You can tell so much about a person…
At the same moment I was saying a mutual goodbye to my best friend this morning I received a text from “Froggie”. About a week ago I wrote a post I dedicated to him and his family “A CORINTHIANS KIND OF LOVE”. His text told me his father has passed away. I am sad I…
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