WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing…
Written by Charles “Gray Poet” Townsend and Hastywords I sat in the middle of the trees A circle laid out in front of me A noose of sorts, fibers strong Tied perfect like he taught me Why he taught me, I know not But it calls out to me its allure Will he approve…
Check out this wonderful new duet partner by clicking on his name under the picture! WRITTEN BY FRANZ PIERRE-LOUIS AND HASTYWORDS I’ve counted the days turning into years I have to sleep without you next to me And inside the quiet stillness of the night My dreams craft my own make believe A…
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I think marriage is sometimes like being in a horror film. Communication stops and it feels as if you are a ghost trapped inside the confines of a broken down house. The best part about a horror film though, is the ending… if you aren’t afraid to sit through it all. It can…
31 DAYS OF HORROR (Last week of link ups…link post in comments) I keep breaking down; it’s the way things are now Just a series of ebbs and flows, ceaseless movement No way out of the waves pushing me endlessly towards Towards… Towards… Heels digging in as I fight the future; tumbling, falling Marking every…
Originally posted on The SisterWives:
. Six weeks ago, I almost drowned. I was alone in the vast, mysterious wetness of the Atlantic Ocean. I’d never felt so small. I was so far from shore that the Labor Day tents faded into one bright, distant smear across the sand. I was so focused, I never…
Titled by Cyan Ryan playing on the name Ruth which means friend. Please show Cyan some blog love, he took a break but looks as if he needs a bit of sunshine and support. Written by Cyan Ryan and HastyWords I was mourning tearfully the prior evening’s dreams Where noisy birds had ripped…
Originally posted on The Winter Bites My Bones:
It is human nature to become too attached to things or people.Learn how to let go with grace. Letting go of regrets is not some passive undertaking. Regret is a weight that anchors us in the past, rendering the future as unobtainable. Letting go takes courage and…
WRITTEN BY HASTYDAD (HOWIE) AND HASTYWORDS They wash My face Running down My chin Little demons Released Leaving In their wake A joyful sign Of departure My smile Once again Returned
Originally posted on Experimental Fiction:
So small a word, so letters few, Such impact has this term, A whispered breath can deliver so, A word the earth to turn. A symphony in single phrase An orchestra of sound, Yet many people small of heart Just throw this word around. Some to appease, some to convince,…
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